| In jail, in jail
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| In jail, in jail, without no bail
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| In jail, we’re in jail because we failed
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| In jail, in jail, without no bail
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| In jail, we’re in jail because we failed
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| Now there was just one day that I will never forget
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| I got jailed for something that I’ll always regret
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| It was twelve o’clock, midnight and I wanted a snack
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| So I headed downstairs, thought the fridge was packed
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| But when I opened the door, what did I see?
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| The back of the fridge staring right at me
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| I thought to myself I could almost die
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| Then an image appeared, a pizza pie
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| So I put on Adidas, headed out the door
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| As I pictured myself eating more and more
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| But the store was closed, I busted into a rage
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| So I went to the crib and got my twelve-gauge
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| Ran back to the shop, busted won the door
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| And all I saw was pizza galore
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| So I stuffed my face, I couldn’t even walk
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| I couldn’t laugh, smile, shake, giggle, wiggle, or talk
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| So I fell asleep with my face in my plate
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| And the next thing you know, I was headed upstate
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| In jail, in jail, without no bail
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| In jail, we’re in jail because we failed
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| In jail, in jail, without no bail
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| In jail, we’re in jail because we failed
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| Well, Kool Rock is my name, last part is «-Ski»
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| And I have the worst case of any MC
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| But listen to the story cause it’s kind of strange
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| When I had this sort of hunger pain
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| Walking down the street with the bass of my box
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| With my stomach growling like a hungry fox
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| When I saw this scene or was it a dream?
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| A big restaurant sign called Burger King
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| So I went inside, started stuffing my face
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| Didn’t even think about the things I ate
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| But when the bill came up, boy, was I shocked
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| I said, «I don’t pay for nothing, I’m the King of the Slops!»
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| In jail, in jail, without no bail
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| In jail, we’re in jail because we failed
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| In jail, in jail, without no bail
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| In jail, we’re in jail because we failed
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| But when our time is through, we’ll rock you and you
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| We turn parties out, make you scream and shout
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| We’re not demanding or very outstanding
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| We got something unique and in the middle he’s standing
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| On the microphone, he rocks and shocks
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| Homeboys and girls, it’s the Human Beat Box
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| Now I’m sitting here alone looking at the wall
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| Just thinking about how I took the fall
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| I thought I was cool, I thought I was slick
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| And now I’m writing letters of being homesick
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| I lost my freedom when I heard the door slammer
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| And now I’m breaking rocks with a big, heavy hammer
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| I used to drive the streets with my big car
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| And now I look and all I see are bars
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| (In jail) Everyone’s the same
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| You only survive if you play the game
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| You don’t have knives, you don’t have guns
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| And now you remember you’re your momma’s son
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| You made her cry and stay up all night
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| Coming home high, just leaving a fight
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| You always made her feel that you were better
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| But now you’re a little boy just waiting for a letter
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| In jail, in jail, without no bail
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| In jail, we’re in jail because we failed
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| In jail, in jail, without no bail
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| In jail, we’re in jail because we failed |