Agallah - Jail sh** lyrics

[Sean Price] Who this? Sean Price, groovy sh** Catch a body cop out to a two to six Lesser charge, yo, don't even stress the sarge That's my girl pops, why you think she bless the God? Weed and dope, anything you need to smoke For the Kings, Ñetas, triple B's and Locs Five Percent n***as, aiyo, peace God Knife in ya hand, trynna get a damn piece, god Ain't nothin' left to do, but pull out ya piece, god Dig in they face, until you tear out a piece, god Hearing some things, overall, fearing no things Set it off on a German, do a year in the bing You done grow dreadlocks, did a bid in the bing You done blown head bop, turned queer in the bing You should hang it up, pa, can't take this stuff But wait, pops died, go to wake in cuffs [Hook: Rock] You come home to the streets, n***as raising hell Fightin', cuttin', damn it's the same as jail Only the grimey get over, ain't no making bail Get torn out the frame, if ya frame is frail [Sean Price] I hope and pray my first born, be next to parole Tired of liftin' weights, playin' chess with stones I'm tired of things, tired of the riots and gangs Tired of the jack mac, calimari and Tang When I come home, ma, I swear to God, I'mma change But when I, come home, you know the God won't change I'm bluffin' for real, girl you know the f** is the deal Soon as I touchdown, I need to puff on the real Bang my first floor, pa, never focused, free But caught a violation for smoking weed As the cop escort me, as I troop to a cell With a smile, but inside I'm feeling stupid as hell Man, I'm 29 going on 30, kid Can't be getting locked up for no dirty dick [Hook] [Sean Price] My life is in danger, my son set it off on the imam n***as being easy, how the f**, can you be calm Looking bad, son, them n***as deep as hell Realizing all my motherf**in' peeps is frail It's just me, k**a, Rum Dick, Psyche and Will Dee and a crackhead named Mike from the ville If I die, yo I'm going out with knives in they grill All my motherf**in' life I've been real, yo [Hook 2X]