Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Habitual Criminal, artist - SPM. Date of issue: 05.11.2001
Song language: English
Habitual Criminal |
| Hey Carlos you got a letter today. |
| What is this? |
| Some more warrants or some shit. |
| I dont know. |
| It looks like another letter |
| from one of your buddies in the penitentiary. |
| Oh yeah this my boy. |
| Lets see whats poppin |
| on the other side of that fence. |
| Say homey |
| Pass that scooby dooby please dont be a hog |
| Lets roll all the windows up and get lost in the fog |
| Poppin ??? |
| feels swell burn my finger nails |
| Its Christmas time so I’m banging screwed up Jingle Bells |
| Happy trails cooking quails strangers in the night |
| Voodoo spells look who sells slanging on my bike |
| My master bedroom comes alive I see 'em in the walls |
| My house was built with more yellow bricks than the fucking Wizard of Oz People say that its the easiest money a man can make |
| But you try facing death everyday or the freedom that the cops can take |
| Beautiful kids making honor roll |
| Ten years later they on parole |
| Habitual criminal |
| Back in the pen cuz thats all they know |
| As he reads whats in the note |
| His freedom only comes in an envelope |
| An envelope, an envelope |
| His freedom only comes in a envelope |
| To my niggas flipping bricks watch out for the law |
| I slang everything but all I do is weed and alcohol |
| I keep a gat in every place that you could ever think |
| I dream of people kicking down my door thats why I never blink |
| I’m from Hillwood and you can ask anyone who knows me well |
| I sleep with one eye open and I’m paranoid as hell |
| I seen good friends come and go victims of the game |
| Some dead some didnt have the time to flush it down the drain |
| My life is so remarkable its a miracle that I’m here |
| I just spent 15 thousand bucks on a brand new chandaleir |
| Beautiful kids making honor roll |
| Ten years later they on parole |
| Habitual criminal |
| Back in the pen cuz thats all they know |
| As he reads whats in the note |
| His freedom only comes in an envelope |
| An envelope, an envelope |
| His freedom only comes in a envelope |
| Bang bang bang, boom boom boom, |
| 23 hoes in your homies bedroom |
| Nah nah nah nah, ooh la la, |
| Told you not to fuck wit dada |
| Now as you skip to my lou |
| Your gonna make me fuck you off on the cool |
| Mad at the world cuz your money won’t stack |
| Cant rap homey dont nobody want that |
| Eenie meenie miney mo Grab a ho by the throat |
| I’ma have to wash your mouth out with soap |
| I’ma soldier, strike like a cobra |
| Muthafucking libra, born in October |
| Somebody shoulda told ya I fuck with killas |
| Peace to my neighbors chillin up in garden villas |
| I’m a damn fool, I’ma muthafucking trip |
| Why you niggas keep bumping your dick sucking lips |
| Now have you ever seen a man wearing pantyhose? |
| Then watch me as I put 'em over my face and go kill me some hoes |
| Beautiful kids making honor roll |
| Ten years later they on parole |
| Habitual criminal |
| Back in the pen cuz thats all they know |
| As he reads whats in the note |
| His freedom only comes in an envelope |
| An envelope, an envelope |
| His freedom only comes in a fucking envelope |