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blu & oh no - jail cypher lyrics

[chorus: playa haze]
i can hear you inmate, you need to shut up
i’ll throw you in there with them white boys, you gettin’ f-cked up
and you know you gettin’ searched in the mornin’
another word i’ma have to get the warden
i can hear you, inmate, you need to shut up
i’ll throw you in there with them mexicans, you gettin’ cut up
and you know you gettin’ searched tonight
pipe down when i say, “lights out”, it’s lights out, boy

[verse 1: mic holden]
nah, homie, i ain’t done
not many get locked where i’m from
get shot, pistol hot, spittin’
heat rocks, wet spot, hit a standby
listen, man, we call it the slum
the trap, but it’s more like home
where i come from they cook drunk
pa-rum-pump-pump-pump
on my lap at all times
then roll past the one times
they flash, i hit the gas
you know them cameras in the dash offline
so i dance on ’em on my carl lewis sh-t
scuffed up my newest kicks
f-ck him up, ripped my knitted
lost my fitted, ain’t this some sh-t?
back in this b-tch, fit the descripts
sayin’ i’m that n-gg-?
we’ll see what happen when my lawyer get back, n-gg-
ay, get back, n-gg-
ain’t n-body punkin’ me, all that’s dead
i’m takin’ flight, say goodnight when i fly that head

[verse 2: ayun b-ssa]
steady stayin’ calm, steady stayin’ calm
they wan’ take our arms but they twist your arm
now he want a gun, did i k!ll my son?
i don’t know for what, they up in my trunk
boys are back in town on the black and brown
he ain’t had no strap, got clapped
’cause his seat belt wasn’t strapped in down
some of these boys in blue are some traffic clowns
float my hours for a hairdresser, how that sound?
fight for what i believe, i got the soul of kalief browder
you get outed without the cheese or all that jazzy jay crowd, uh
huh, justice and peace come with a fee
n-gg-s block-huggin’ tryna find love in the green
duckin’ the thieves, no huggies, nothin’ to eat
every jail photo lookin’ like me
know i’m prayin’ for you upon your release

[verse 3: jabee]
d-mn, bangin’ the set
sold a little dope, cops h-t my door, sh-t
i just might do the race
put they gun in my face now i’m tryna beat a case
send a kite to my homie on the outside
hook up a lawyer, get me on the outside
fed lots of n-gg-s, housed lots of n-gg-s
d-mn, where them n-gg-s?
my girl ride or die
no doubt i’ma make her my wife
tryna give me double digits
ain’t tryna see a sentence and n-body visit
behind bars it’s hard to keep my head up
on the phone with my girl, she keep my bread up
to my n-gg-s, go hard, don’t never let up
to this day i don’t know if i was set up

[verse 4: carl roe]
i robbed a bank with a skilsaw
now i’m makin’ shanks out of milk straws
nah, this ain’t a prank, you gon’ feel claws
across your back like i’m black panther
only difference is i had to go and side with the p-ck-rwoods
yard time, go and side with the p-ck-rwoods
and all a dude could think about is what they would do to me
if they knew back home i respect the hood
but you know, i’m never givin’ up the culo
they beat my f-ckin’ -ss and dunked my head where they make the pruno
kingpin white dude lookin’ like a sumo
with a swastika tattoo after my c-cktail fruit
now he’s on to the next like he’s j-lo
in here it’s red versus blue like it’s halo
i tried to tell ’em i was innocent, but they ain’t know
and the jury ain’t believe what i say, so

[verse 5: localblac]
can’t explain sh-t
cardinal corleone catch a case quick
i hear they keep ’em by the load in the bas-m-nt
one stop, we can all take the cake mix
run the baker out the shop, ain’t no take six
if the ruger jam be sure to get a facelift
mexicano cap, make sure you got your safety clip
borderin’ desperate measures on the easy clique
hold on, here go border patrol
motherf-cker ain’t got his seatbelt on
now we in court and you on the phone
and i get witness ’cause my tattoo shown?
think about what the h-ll i just did
this n-gg- free and i left two kids
all in good nature, you see, i am your rib
and i sit in silence in this pigpen

[verse 6: blu]
off-top, got jumped by the sixties
least two ways and i can’t even catch a quickie
buck fifty or swift-d-ck innie
and n-gg-s after many, many, many, many
somebody in they unit ain’t make it to the am
his life was so naked no one had to explain it
solitary containment for arrangements
somebody stabs the plaintiff
i’ll be d-mned if the worst police department in the state
ain’t hang him by the bed still
plottin’ on my head ’cause my name ain’t red still
n-gg-, ese said i’ll k!ll you, name my son blue
give a d-mn, what, n-gg-?
you think i’m in la on some la gang sh-t?
i ain’t gotta say sh-t, my name bang, kick
just then got hit by swift kicks and fists
then deputy said, “blu, your bail has been lifted”

[outro]
mr. barnes, it looks like you’ve been released
don’t make it a habit of comin’ back, you hear?
now get outta here

- blu oh no lyrics

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