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jayo felony - the loc is on his own lyrics

[intro]

yea, dedicated to all my homeboys
in the california youth authority
much love

[verse one:]

i caught another case, so the loc needs bail
but your people act funny, when you’re sittin in a cell
i didn’t get mail so jail was like h-ll
out of anger, i shank ’em in the neck in the stairwell
i remember potacaine was used to rock up
it was a trip on how i got locked up
10 saltine crackers runnin at me with yellow coats
yellin “don’t move or catch a hot one to the throat”
you learn real fast to put your hands up quick, black
yo, just put an ‘out of order’ sign on your bozack
i didn’t twitch, scratch or itch
they found a nine in my inside pocket ain’t that a b-tch
a short and quick trip to the county straight drama
the first call i made was collect to my mama
i didn’t go see her before i went to jail
but now i wanted her to come visit
send money orders and post bail
till i remembered that i’m grown
so now i gotta handle it myself, fool
the loc is on his own

[chorus:]

the loc is on his own
moms was trippin’ she got a block on the phone
i can’t call home, the loc is on his own
moms was trippin’ she got a block on the phone
i can’t call home, the loc is on his own
moms was trippin’ she got a block on the phone

[verse two:]

yea moms i love you too
i understand that your tired of the bullsh-t i put you throw
i pleaded not guilty, g
with no intentions of going to trial, i got the plea
now the cops got another young n-gg- off the streets
he’s coming back to fish for some more meat
puttin marked money on a hook to real us in
or sit in this little -ss bucket called the pen
and they’ll give you a day when you’ll be free
huh, but it ain’t no garantee
because you might get the shovel
be the next one to find out is it a god in the devil
but it you can hold your own and mind your own
you live long,
take no sh-t and stay strong
some fake religon and play with churches
they put pretty boys with hard n-gg-z on purpose
i ain’t heard from non of my peoples, homes
but that’s ai-ight though
the bullet loc is on his own

[chorus]

polo t-shirt, now i’m creasing up my 501’s
hoping they gonna give me some sun
no so-glow
pimp daddy afro
the loc ain’t about to shave
i’m comin like a mob in 9-4
comb in my left back pocket, it’s time
try to get parole in this long -ss line
my big homie walked out with his head down low
i said yo, big boo, what the f-ck they shoot you down for
my brotha wants to kill the pig
gave him a year because his arms are too big
it’s f-cked up in jail
if you’re holdin a bowl with some change,
your goin back in your cell
they let me go, i grabbed my heaters
now i’m down with the n-gg-z in the sh-ll-toe adidas
and we going to make this money, all of it
not a little bit
i’m smokin on the indo until i get illiterate
leave me alone, trick, i’m in a full zone
my money’s on the microphone
the loc is on his own

[chorus]

she got a block on the phone

- jayo felony lyrics

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