[Warren G]
Check this out, this Warren G, y'know what I'm saying
Chilling with my man Slick Rick, you know
And we gonna give you all a little tale about this jail stuff
You know, so Rick, why don't you run it homie, yeah
[Verse 1: Slick Rick]
"In the slammer, kid!" "But I'm innocent!"
Lord played witty, wasn't having any pity, now in Razor Blade City
Cry suppose the situation seen mad eyes of foes
Drives a Rolls, "Hey, yo, money, what size are those?"
Need to phone me to another sprang up, hmm, to gang up
On this kid, housing the phone like he didn't 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 commissary, buy this and that or else I'm gonna
Be on that a** and won't stay off, extort, fig I say, way off
Beaten d**h, you ain't protecting me, forgot today's my day off
Hold my head and drift the Sumo weigh in knots and cars
Instead of sitting here accumulating cuts and scars, behind bars
[Hook]
Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day
"This type of sh** happens every day"
"See, some punk locked up to get beat down
Raped down, till his booty is broke down"
Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day
"This type of sh** happens every day"
"Riots, melees, and disturbances of the peace"
[Verse 2: Warren G]
Mister Slick, Rick let me take it for a second
And tell a short tale about the L.A. county jail
9500 that was the lock up
When the lights got dim, it was time for the sock up
Jacking for the money, back-stab was my mission
If a riot jumped out, it's time for incision
Sticking n***as here and sticking n***as 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 four
n***as sentenced to life and you can't be no ho (b**h)
Or you can't tooken with homies overlookin'
As safe next door with the puma straight cooking
Lighten up the whole module
Hmm, goddamn, yeah, another squabble
[Hook]
Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day
"This type of sh** happens every day"
"See, some punk locked up to get beat down
Raped down, till his booty is broke down"
Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day
"This type of sh** happens every day"
"Riots, melees, and disturbances of the peace"
[Verse 3: Slick Rick]
What fight, the n***a trip, C.O. the rest he might scared
By couldn't squeal, I's like officer that n***a right there
Now if he ain't 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, didn't matter that his friends tensed
The phone prints, the years added to the sentence
Still chilling and all of that and I escaped
When I don't think so, don't hit the sto' cause they made a rape attempt
Thank goodness, failed, call out next, he wail out
Here go the CO, Ricky Walters, pack up, you're bailed out
The Co couldn't see the rape, the kid'll snitch ma** figure
Fast trigger, you'll be back, you little b**h a** n***a
Au revoir , back to dating s*uts and stars
At least for now, no more accumulating cuts and scars
Behind bars
[Hook]
Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day
"This type of sh** happens every day"
"See, some punk locked up to get beat down
Raped down, till his booty is broke down"
Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day
"This type of sh** happens every day"
"Riots, melees, and disturbances of the peace"