| Just waking up, I gotta thank God
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| Fired up a square, that’s how my day starts
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| Early mornin' buzzin' got me lookin' at life
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| Outside, I see movin' pictures, look at the lights
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| It’s just another Saturday it seems like
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| Got dressed and hit the corner with my team, right
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| Smoke it, roll it up and pass it around
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| Now I’m stoned and my ass is barely draggin' the ground
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| No sooner than I think they woulda thought of
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| A cop walks over, never saw him
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| «Excuse me, mister officer man, I wasn’t tryna disrespect»
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| And started coughin' again
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| Eyes red as a bandana
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| And one time heavy on his antenna
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| At his request they sent a squad car
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| And then they put my black ass behind bars
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| Just wanna pack up my bags, and get out of this hole
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| Can’t believe they treat me so bad
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| Can’t believe they actin' so cold
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| I just wanna leave this room
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| I’m still sitting on this concrete couch
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| Just waiting for the judge to say, that I’m gon' be free today, yeah
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| Fingerprinted, gettin' booked in
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| They fed a nigga Johnny, so I took ten
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| 'Cause I’m knowing that I’ll be sittin' here the whole night
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| Empty drunk tank, it’s finna be a cold flight
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| I finally come up on some housin'
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| Old celly, so I’m battin' me a thousand
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| And plus I got a bottom bunk pass
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| Boss came in with his punk ass
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| Talkin' to a nigga like it’s date time
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| Askin' where I’m from, I’m from H-town
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| Niggas askin' me what I’m in for
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| Nosy motherfuckers want some info
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| I tell him, «Dog, I ain’t done shit
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| You know these redneck crackers think they run shit»
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| It’s lights out, I tie my mat down
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| Chuck it on the rack and stretch my ass out
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| Gonna pack up my bags, and get out of this hole
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| Can’t believe they treat me so bad
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| Can’t believe they actin' so cold
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| I just wanna leave this room
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| I’m still sitting on this concrete couch
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| Just waiting for the judge to say, that I’m gon' be free today, yeah
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| It’s court call in the halls
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| Strip a nigga down to his balls
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| Bare-butt naked in my tennis shoes
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| The nighttime sergeant want an interview
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| They push us out like livestock
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| «Ain't no talkin' while I’m talkin', this is my block»
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| I finally get to see me a judge
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| I’m a Black man, so she got a grudge
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| Old bitch full of race hate
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| And a nigga quick to represent the gray state
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| I ain’t got a lawyer, I don’t need one
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| Give me thirty days, you get three-one
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| I ain’t tryna piss in a jug, bitch
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| Just because I’m Black, I get fucked with
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| I bet if I had been a white dude
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| I’d have never been arrested, look at Michael
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| And even if I swam like a fish, though
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| They still would’ve threw me in the Crisco
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| And fried a nigga’s ass in some hot grease
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| I’m just tryna get my ass out the hot seat
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| Just wanna pack up my bags, and get out of this hole
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| Can’t believe they treat me so bad
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| Can’t believe they actin' so cold
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| I just wanna leave this room
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| I’m still sitting on this concrete couch
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| Just waiting for the judge to say, that I’m gon' be free today, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Concrete Couch , by - Scarface. Song from the album Deeply Rooted: The Lost Files, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп