Penirentiary Bound-JAYO FELONY

Welcome back to the East Side T-Funk and the Chemist Jayo Felony And the ultimate s**t right now Is for me to do a show for my niggas in the pen Bring s**t together Cause this is where we'll all be Peep game [VERSE 1: Jayo Felony] 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 s**t 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 f**k till I'm yawnin But I gotta go report in the mornin F**k it, 8:30 am piss in his cup, f**k 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 f**kin van I'm goin straight to Donovan, no county jail F**kin parole violation, so I can't make bail The iron bars close, goddamn I hate the sound But you don't give a f**k when you're penitentiary bound Sit down nigga, it's time to count The way they got s**t now Everybody's penitentiary bound [VERSE 2: Jayo Felony] ( ? ) come, come, nigga, give me room I put acid on my tongue and go the f**k back to Neptune Who wanna beef with the East Side Rollin Hey, get your jaw swollen This is for every n***a that ever f**ked 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 f**k no mo I'm ( ? ) got the .44, Bullet Loc will dodge the po-po On the 619 we got no time, for the b******t 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 f**kin hog, chief All I see is billy clubs, boots and dog teeth F**k 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 s**t now Everybody's penitentiary bound [VERSE 3: Jayo Felony] 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 muthaf**kin ( ? ) 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