Conejo - First Cla** Ticket To Hell lyrics

[Verse 1] I Was At The Wrong Place At The Wrong Time Had To Dodge Them Bullets Just To Stay Alive Homie Vatos Tried To Smoke Me Rabbit Exit Quick Ese Like O.J On The Tennis sh** I Rolled Up A Blunt Of That Chronic Green Got My Thoughts Together Oh What This Could Mean? No More Schemes Ain't No Way To Redeem They're Trying To Stick Me With A Case And Give Me 3 I Lost Sleep Boy From The Very First Night With Their Railroad Media Trying To Give Me Life I Took A Flight They f**ed The Game Plan Up Could Never Tell What Could Happen City Heat Was Up I Know You Squall And Gave Me The News There's A Warrant For Your Ass Someone Caught The Blues Did You Do It? Only The Devil Knows Lay Low Young Rabbs Till We Pa** The Storm [Hook] I Said First Cla** Ticket To Hell Where Them Riders Get Busy In The County Jail And When They Up In The Pen They Execute Them Orders And Buck All Them Lames First Cla** Ticket To Hell Gotta Get That Money Off Of Street Drug Sales And When They Up In The Lab They Come Out With A Batch That'll D That Ass [Verse 2] I Hit Out Of State A f**ing Escape A Place Where I Can Think About All This sh** I Need Chips Though To Really Fight My Case And To Get Money Long This Was The Place I Was Hungry Dog So I Started To Smuggle But Everywhere I Go I Was Followed By Trouble They Came For Murders L.A. Do It For Free Street Gang Muthaf**as On A Robbing Spree I See My Face On The f**ing News Ese f** A Fed Chale! Trying To See Me In Blues G's Lose Ese I Said The H Don't Freeze Ese Muthaf**as Know If They Play - I Squeeze But Now I'm On The Run Keep My Hand On The Gun Interpol Wanna Come C-O-N Drop Bombs I'm On A Satellite Phone And I Call L.A The Angel Of d**h Is Coming Home Today [Hook] I Said First Cla** Ticket To Hell Where Them Riders Get Busy In The County Jail And When They Up In The Pen They Execute Them Orders And Buck All Them Lames First Cla** Ticket To Hell Gotta Get That Money Off Of Street Drug Sales And When They Up In The Lab They Come Out With A Batch That'll D That Ass [Verse 3] I Roll Up To The L.A. County In The Streets It Was On But In Here They Around Me Ese Vatos That Feel Me Enemigas They Hate Me I'm With That South Side Car So You Busters Can't Fade Me The Riots Was Jumpin' Going At It With Blacks The System Was Rioting Deputies Got Attacked Politics Got Em Scared Lock Us Down Cause We Bad And When They Let Us Off We Go Off Again Fighting My Case Attorney Beat Up The Witness They Lied On The Stand And The Jury Could See It They Tried To Dump It On Me Cause I'm A Ghetto Celeb And I Write f**ing Songs Bout Your Homies d**h If The Crime Ain't Mine Then The Crime Ain't Mine I Beat The Case It Was About That Time Now I'm Back In The Hood With These Gangster Tracks These Harpy's Raps You Know The Boss Is Back [Hook] I Said First Cla** Ticket To Hell Where Them Riders Get Busy In The County Jail And When They Up In The Pen They Execute Them Orders And Buck All Them Lames First Cla** Ticket To Hell Gotta Get That Money Off Of Street Drug Sales And When They Up In The Lab They Come Out With A Batch That'll D That Ass