Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Behind Bars, artist - Slick Rick.
Date of issue: 31.12.1993
Song language: English
Behind Bars |
Check this out, this warren g, yknow what Im saying |
Chilling wit my man slick rick, you know |
And we gonna give you all a little tale about this jail stuff |
You know, so rick, why dont you run it homie, yea |
(slick rick) |
In the slammer kid but Im innocent |
Lord played witty wasnt having any pity |
Now wit razor blades, did he Cry suppose the situation seen mad eyes of foes |
Drives a rolls, hey, yo, money, what size are those |
Need to phone me toanothe sprang up, hm, to gang up On the skid, housing the phone like he didnt know how to hang up Would be hard though ought a minute or so and then yells time on a And when you get your commisary, |
buy this and that or else Im gonna |
Be on that ass and wont stay off, extort, fig I say, way off |
Beaten death, you aint protecting me, forgot todays my day off |
Hold my head and drift the? |
sumo weighing nuts and cars? |
Instead of sitting here accumulating cuts and scars, behind bars |
Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day |
This type of shit happens every day |
Take some punk locked up to get beat down, ripped down to his boots is broke |
Down |
Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day |
This type of shit happens every day |
Riots, malay and disturbances of the peace |
(warren g) |
Mister slick rick let me take it for a second |
And tell a short tale about the la county jail |
9500 that was the lock up When the lights got dim, it was time for the soccer |
Jacking for the money, backstab was my mission |
If a riot jumped out, its time for incision |
Sticking niggas here and sticking niggas there |
I turn around and look and seen cops everywhere |
Jacking brothers up, slapping brothers up If you got blood on your clothes, lock up High powered was the level, level fo Niggas sentenced to life and you cant be no ho (bitch) |
Or you cant tooken wit homies overlooken |
As safe next door wit the puma straight cooking |
Lighten up the whole module, hm Godamn, yea, anothe squabble |
(slick rick) |
Showing off cuz on the phone, click, losing all the hoes off |
Nigga housed the watch and? |
donna? |
took all of the clothes off |
Nigga hell with the was for my clothes figured telling |
Every night it seem like mice be in and out a nigga cell and |
Still aint home, like on the hook, seen a bunch of kids look |
Miss outdoors, never know what you have until its tooken |
And in fact, the moment you fear, all of that, you quote snaps |
Well in a cell, did the exercises and wrote raps |
I be a bigger star than you, no never heard of the nigga |
Takes my raps and read aloud, I want to murder the migga |
Just kidding, no offend to it, finally he ended it Case dismissed, but your honor, da kindly prevented it He told to the judge, dont free him, this brother trigger wars |
And not just that because I refuse to wash some jive nigga doors |
So hold the head, drift the? |
sunot weight and nuts and cars? |
Instead of sitting here accumulating cuts and scars |
Behind bars |
One fight, the nigga trip, seal the rest he might scared |
By couldnt squeal, is like officer that nigga right there |
Now if he aint get me his friends will, needed a utensil |
It turn out, I had to stab him in the eye wit a pencil |
State of shock, he made a yell, I said, now what you want traitor |
Co puts me in the bin, I see ya about a month later |
Back in population, didnt matter that his friends tensed |
The phone prints, the years added to the sentence |
Still chilling and all of that and I escaped |
When the damn thing sold, dont hit the sto cause they made a rape attempt |
Thank goodness, failed, call out next, he wail out |
Here go the co, ricky walters, back up, bailed out |
The co couldnt see the rape, the kidll snithc mass figure |
Fast trigger, youll be back, you little bitch ass nigga |
Au vare, back to dating sluts and stars |
At least for now, no more accumulating cuts and scars |
Behind bars |