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chino grande - county jail (blues) lyrics

[rocky padilla]
i hope i make it through another day
it’s going down in a county way
i think i better sharpen up my blade
try to understand it’s hard to make it through
when i’m in my county blues

(yeah that’s right)

[verse 1: chino grande]
see i’m a ride or die soldado, when it comes to my varrio
head bangin’, stay sw+ngin’, when i’m in the condado
beat boppin’ head stompin’, ain’t a d+mn thang change
and it’s just been like that, mija since back in the days
i’m a roll, leave they face swoll, bl++dy and split
but hey, that’s what you get for some gangsta sh+t
we don’t tolerate joke or bumpin off of them gums
i slide the fiero to your neck and turn around for the nеxt one
i’m a fool with a tool that i know how to use
an a plus in the streets but barеly made it through high school
on the tira, a ralleta and it just don’t stop
you ever seen a tintos face once his eyeb+lls pop?
talk now and talk loud cause there ain’t no lip service
all the riding for the cause and you know that it’s worth it
sympathetic, forget it
baby you just don’t understand
all my p’s and q’s
but i’m a call you when i can
[rocky padilla]
my homie chino got a chain today
he did a jale then he got away
i think it’s time to sharpen up my blade
try to understand it’s hard to make it through
when i’m in my county blues

[verse 2: travie]
oh f+cking well, w+v+l
i’m stuck cooking pruno in a one man cell
county’s getting packed
homies getting cracked
jura on the tira
charlie row from the back
this sh+ts too real
bars made of steel
m+th+f+ckas faker than 3 dollar bill
funny style homies, m+th+f+cking phonies
acting like they some, don corleonese
but they don’t know the business
they act like they do
soon they’re gonna learn to keep it real and stay true
you gotta learn to crawl before your ass walks
you gotta learn to speak before your ass talks
la county jail
this sh+t ain’t no joke
we sip on pruno and trade soups for dope
if wise [?] cough we ask no questions
i stay on my toes even if there’s no tension
[rocky padilla]
i hope i make it through another day
it’s going down in a county way
i think i better sharpen up my blade
try to understand it’s hard to make it through
when i’m in my county blues

[verse 3: lil minor]
nickel sacks and flapjacks
slanging weed by the cash
[?]
homie f+ck that
i scribe my name under my bunk
in that 2800 block
the prison module prison
got my hood lighting up the spot
these psycho m+th+f+ckers might be poppin hot lead
my [?] in my sock, homie drop dead
keep your hands in your pockets
and your shoulders to the wall
stay away from that phone homie
unless you’re really waiting for your call
silence in the chow hall, don’t speak
you got five minutes to eat
get back on your feet
keep a tight grip on your solid steel food tray
crack over the head and shield up when the jura spray
it’s just another day living in this county maze
a message to my youngstas
we all learn the hard way
minor from pomona spitting game so true
watch me man up in my county blues
[rocky padilla]
my homie chino got a chain today
he did a jale then he got away
i think it’s time to sharpen up my blade
try to understand it’s hard to make it through
when i’m in my county blues

- chino grande lyrics

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