Shawty Redd - Go to Jail lyrics

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Shawty Redd - Go to Jail lyrics

[Hook] See I might go to jail, but I will make bail If I don't make bail then I'll see your a** in jail The cops might catch me, but if they do, f** 'em Cause dude'll call me out and I'll be damned if I don't touch him [Verse 1] See that dude? He's ready, huh? Face lookin' like he got hit with the funk You smell sh** and can't spot it? That's a habit hard to break 'til you run into a dropkick From the balcony like Chuck Norris In a pair of Timbos and the king sits in the forest Wolf, you just threw away your Rolex, you're wasting time Cereal box MC's, keep wasting lines Your cornballs get popped, your captains get crunched You might be frosted but you a Mini-Wheat, punk I'm bails of haystack, a whiteboy that'll hit the pump You grab a AK, I'll drive a tank out the trunk Be humble, the written word is upon to you Earthquake the L Train shakes and the rubble pumbles you Some folks were born to rap, I was born to utter truth Thou art with me, and your art stoop [Hook] See I might go to jail, but I will make bail If I don't make bail then I'll see your a** in jail The cops might catch me, but if they do, f** 'em Cause dude'll call me out and I'll be damned if I don't touch him [Verse 2] Rush 'em, leave 'em out like a bad pet Take his money like Las Vegas in debt, that was a bad bet Who told you to do that, damn it? Who? When you get up, go right back to him, and tell him to come over here too I'm a clique rusher, havin' s** with the flu, a sick f**er With the winds with no chapstick, a lip buster Where're your 24's now, SupaRich? Up under my sister's double-wide trailer just for kicks I took the bricks, put 'em under the axle of your new sh** Now you got a Flintstone's Crown Vic Put me in cement shoes and throw me in the lake Tie my hands behind my back, duct tape my face That wouldn't k** Yela Copperfield, I'm David Wayne I got tricks up my sleeve like I got hoes, trackin' over lane Don't get hit with the stiff arm, Cadillac is runnin' Put wannabe-gangsters on my grill like burgers on a Foreman [Hook] See I might go to jail, but I will make bail If I don't make bail then I'll see your a** in jail The cops might catch me, but if they do, f** 'em Cause dude'll call me out and I'll be damned if I don't touch him