The Lyrics
Ha ha,
Yeah,
Man, I'm takin' that purse right there,
Criminal,
Just steal me a pound of money, the paper,
The police are coming here, too, run now!
People know I'm no role ,
I'm fillin' road potholes,
Yo, why I sittin' in this hot cell?
They arrested me,
People know I'm no Aristotle,
I'd find a neck to throttle,
Yo, what's your daily balanced motto?
They arrested me,
Ha ha ha ha ha,
I'd drink until I got sick,
Arrested me,
That's when I took a spin,
Now what's your story, convict?
It all started with a lord named Doc,
Now I was born in a gutter, already half stressed,
I worked for gangs before I was even self-dressed,
I ran and weapons here and there,
I got somewhere, I was promoted to head spot of the game up here,
Cops all knew my name,
Knew I was to blame,
For every single robbery since the pilgrims came,
But I was turned in, snitched,
Maintaining the drains and the gutters is where I now kick it,
Living off recycled meal tickets,
While I'm still wicked in my ways,
I'm guessing I will be in chains,
Ain't nothing wrong with the prison games,
But I miss my gang,
Because at least they had some class,
I could take a shower without having to guard my back,
So I'm walking through the halls with fools,
Caged up like things at the zoos,
I can't stay here,
I say, I'll flip,
When I find the pigs that arrested me,
People know I'm no role ,
I'm fillin' road potholes,
Yo, why I sittin' in this hot cell?
They arrested me,
People know I'm no Aristotle,
I'd find a neck to throttle,
Yo, what's your daily balanced motto?
They arrested me,
Ha ha ha ha ha ha,
Just wait when I'm getting out, snitch,
Arrested me,
That's what I'm sayin', dogg,
Now let me tell you who I be,
Big Bubba Boy, homie ain't nice,
Now I was raised in Detroit under constant stress,
I committed violent crimes, of that, I confess,
But I preserved myself, I really stick it,
But I got locked up for a parking ticket,
They didn't know I was involved with people breakin' the law,
I look back and maybe I shouldn't have misparked my car,
I didn't ignore, I was going to pay,
But the payment came after the line day,
So the cops came to my crib, didn't see the weed,
Walked past the bodies and missed the speed,
And I'm serving time for the ticket,
So once I get off this
(Kill the person who locked you down?),
No, I'm going to see if Barry White is still around,
(You know, I was wondering that myself),
I miss the old days,
All eyes on me,
You remember that song?
(No, I liked Biggie),
Bubba Boy always liked Tupac,
Once I'm out, I'm back to my block,
People know I'm no role ,
I'm fillin' road potholes,
Yo, why I sittin' in this hot cell?
They arrested me,
People know I'm no Aristotle,
I'd find a neck to throttle,
Yo, what's your daily balanced motto?
They arrested me,
Ha ha ha ha ha,
All homies down here in the pen,
Arrested me,
Yeah,
Hey, Doc,
Doc,
I'm-a go crazy in here, boy,
Put it down in here, I mean,
You know,
Me and my family, my friends,
I write to you always,
My sentence is now until infinity, boy,
Forever,
Shady figures,
Armored guards,
What up?
Yeah,
Oh, be nice,
Keep on your trigger, figures.