Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Penitentiary Bound , by - Jayo Felony. Release date: 31.12.1994
Song language: English
Penitentiary Bound |
| Welcome back to the East Side |
| T-Funk and the Chemist |
| Jayo Felony |
| And the ultimate shit right now |
| Is for me to do a show for my niggas in the pen |
| Bring shit together |
| Cause this is where we’ll all be |
| Peep game |
| I rolls off with your shit, people you can get a glance |
| Shackles on my feet won’t let the Loco dance |
| Eatin em spreads and liftin got me on swoll |
| Had my shit creased, I’m comin home, I got parole |
| When the Loco phone ring it’s my homie Big Mike Low |
| (?) and big dick dada wanna stroke |
| And get my balls licked, dick sucked and fuck till I’m yawnin |
| But I gotta go report in the mornin |
| Fuck it, 8:30 am piss in his cup, fuck a piss test |
| Mr. Bullet Loco, you’re under arrest (for what?) |
| You popped (?) test and do you understand? |
| They put the chains on my ass and put me in the fuckin van |
| I’m goin straight to Donovan, no county jail |
| Fuckin parole violation, so I can’t make bail |
| The iron bars close, goddamn I hate the sound |
| But you don’t give a fuck when you’re penitentiary bound |
| Sit down nigga, it’s time to count |
| The way they got shit now |
| Everybody’s penitentiary bound |
| (?) come, come, nigga, give me room |
| I put acid on my tongue and go the fuck back to Neptune |
| Who wanna beef with the East Side Rollin |
| Hey, get your jaw swollen |
| This is for every nigga that ever fucked with a high speed chase |
| Crashed into a pole, now take that glass out your face |
| They comin to get me yo, I don’t give a fuck no mo |
| I’m (?) got the .44, Bullet Loc will dodge the po-po |
| On the 619 we got no time, for the bullshit you get jacked |
| Every hood talk that set-up when you hit the railroad track |
| Matter of fact, don’t let them cook you like no fuckin hog, chief |
| All I see is billy clubs, boots and dog teeth |
| Fuck your mama as I bled on the ground |
| I’m hand-cuffed to the bed and I know I’m penitentiary bound |
| Sit down nigga, it’s time to count |
| The way they got shit now |
| Everybody’s penitentiary bound |
| I’m crushin these niggas and bitches |
| Cause see, nobody I ever trusted |
| I hope Joe Sinister don’t get his ass busted |
| Come again coward, wash them draws for my men |
| You don’t know how to deal with the Babylon and Rin Tin Tin |
| Hard (?) hard, I come hard |
| Like Oprah in _Color Purple_ I know there is a God |
| I slaughter, you oughta run for the border |
| I cripple a stick, choke a brick and tryin to drop a water |
| Supporter of this mackin and this gangsta shit |
| Much love to Kurupt and the Dogg Pound click |
| From D.C. to NYC trust I smoke dust |
| I roll with Rush, niggas can say what they must |
| They all want to know how I feel about _The Show_ |
| I’m rockin in Utah (?) and drink Pruno |
| P-p-pa-pow, penitentiary bound |
| (?) the muthafuckin (?) bitin my sound |
| Will I ever play out? |
| Nigga, you know — never would |
| At the end of the world it’s gon be dippin through the neighborhood |
| To be continued |