Dj Quik - I Wanna Go Home (The County Jail Song) lyrics

I just wanna put that sh** down The way that sh** was (OK) Y'know what I'm sayin? n***a we used to be up in that motherf**er You know what I'm sayin? n***a.. used to call Black Tone collect and sh** (um hum) Y'know what I'm sayin? I call a house collect, even the shop, you know? (yeah) Y'know what I'm sayin? "It's Dejuan Ni... OK, yes" Y'know what I'm sayin? (right) Everytime, it never fail, dog (yeah) Like, like, homie, I'm hurtin' man n***a, I'm, n***a, I, tsh Don't worry about nothin' Ril-Rock Don't worry about nothin' n***a And man, I used to beat on walls, man, bunks Just check this, man, just check this sh** out It's about the County Jail and sh** homie Just check this sh** out *humming* You know, sh** like that Y'know, n***a just beat on the table and sh** (mm-hmm) Man, man *humming* I wanna go home I said I do, yes I wanna, baby, I wanna come home I'm gettin' tired, of this County And I, depend on tha ho And then I, got my ski and seed number, 8s-9-6-5-9 fo' sho' Yeah, yes I wanna, said I, I wanna go home Because I got accessed to DJ Quik, and ??? Pomona, town where the sea bird lake, come from and that's fo' sho' Let me tell you this rap 'bout the county jail When I, lost my hope, c'mon *humming* Check it out... Let me flow, like a bu*terfly on cruise control From the L.A. county jail, to the Pen, to parole With a flow, that's so serious-izay So give a big bow wow, to Suga Free One more dog and French braid Return to the lab to reclaim my fame And send my b**hes to the corner n***a, ain't nothin' changed But I'mma handcuff yo' a** to the sound And chastise n***as that's out of touch And b**hes that's out of bounds I'm steppin' out the Pen Bailin' in a cloud of smoke Nizi tizi, ?? ?I had to dive on 'em? loc Now we gon' make or make 'em clap to this Now grab yo' gat, smoke a sac And drink some Cognac and jack to this Both be on the lookout for PPD Them black and whites, them disco lights and that 3rd strike Cause I'll be damned if I go back to the Pen And violate my parole, with a ho, and do some time again Back in the County with my hair gettin' thinner Because I'm stressin' about my b**h and I wonder who's goin' in her And I'm knowin' that the tramp ain't sh** But in the LA County Jail I'mma need that b**h I'm on a roof, up in 95 hun and I'm broke at that I'm creepin' on n***as, sweepin' That's for goin' with that money sac And G's hittin' n***as up on from where they from Ready to roll, bustas and marks up out of 95 hun The tension in the air is gettin sharp and quiet So put yo' hand on yo' sh** And get ready to scrap cause it's another riot Now I'm scrappin' with my hair half braided Because a n***a stole some candy from a LA *edited* So me Ray Dogg, and Loko White from Tray-57 That n***a TC from EC and 8-Ball from HT The red rags was in from Tree Tops, Tony Lang With Nookie Baby John from Foo Town and Pat Together we left some motherf**er stuck Some snitch hollered "one time! they comin' to gaffle some n***as up!" Crips and bloods on they way to the hole Because we took off on them motherf**ers and left they face swole Damn, now they feed a n***a juke balls No action on the phones, no visits Man I can't wait to go home Man, Yes I wanna, said I, I wanna go home I really do, yes I wanna, I wanna go home Mama I ain't really happy here, I really really wanna come home If it wasn't for, you and my sister, I'd be straight all alone Ooh, yes I wanna, said I, I wanna go home I really do baby, yes I wanna, baby, I wanna go home Clue Dogg, I know you want to, baby, I wanna come home I really, miss ?? doggs, baby, now she gonna be all alone Love to move, n***a won't you come on home Love to move... *Fades*