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south central cartel – county bluzzz lyrics


d-mn.i must be dreamin
i can’t be dreamin. i don’t see no motherf-ckin b-tches i can diss
d-mn. all these motherf-ckin brothers around me
i know that motherf-cker i know him and i know that punk
i’m in this motherf-ckin county again
feelin the bluez…

[verse 1]
d-mn in the county again another felony
2 and a half could be the strech so they tellin me sh-t
i ain’t wid it but i deal wid the sh-t
laid back take a hit on a hunk and spit
in a safe n-gga d-mn i ain’t wit this
punk cops walkin by with a sh-t list
going down for a bronko with a big old g
stuck his -ss with the 4 cause he’s f-ckin with p
only time on my hand and its k!llin me
gettin punked by the motherf-ckin deputy
keep your shoulder on the wall n-ggas don’t look back
because i’m black they think a brother don’t know how to act
all the gangsters gangster don’t be tricked
the n-gga tryin to be yo friend but you might get picked
or get faded you’ll be cool playa friend
saggin you up to get up in you -ss
f-cked up livin as a number
sh-t i gotta make it so i pipe down
cold chillin in the county where a punk gets clowned

now i’m dressed in the county bluez
cause in the county you know everybody
now i’m dressed in the county bluez
d-mn another felony thats what they tellin me

[verse 2]
in the county bluez i refused to be a sucker
and hold my breath for a punk motherf-cker
yo a d-mned gangster in the system of h-ll again
where men beat men and men f-ck men
six in the mornin called on a roof top
callin my number as i stand with my hands locked
to a fool who did a 187 yo life is a b-tch
in the county its like death row
punk -ss deputies talk like they all that
i stock on the ground if i talk i get ratpacked
yeah you gotta play their game or get f-cked up
put in the box like a dog you get locked up
yeah they call us n-ggas they diss us and they talk sh-t
put us in a cell with a n-gga holdin a hard d-ck
yeah i pulled a ???? and i puff on it
i got a letter from shay with i love you on it
d-mn another day of this i might a-walk
fools gettin shanked and hunged in a shower hall
havik i’m doin my time with the crazy fools
yo i’m dressed in these county bluez

man i’m tired of these motherf-ckin deputies
tellin me to put my hands in my pockets
and my shoulders on the wall
and my b-tch ain’t even brought me my wet ?photo? yet
man i’m tired of these bluez

[verse 3]
home again lover g in the premises
kickin -ss is my everyday business
you check me cause on the streets i’m cool
but your the county off known to bring to change a fool
on the streets i’m a g in the county i’m o.g
e to the e from the s.c.c
shackled down because i’m out to f-ck son
punk motherf-ckers with the 9 to try son
stupid -ss gangs on the n-gga you hate the law
but we’ll see who pushed off the sh0r-
look i’m 23 and my problem is this
i beat a b-tch down and a b-tch felt this
know i’m in a cell where i flow sh-t
makin n-ggas bent over for some pole sh-t
n-ggas play me for crackin a young stupid -ss cell mate
turned out tryin to perv a tray
in the county you dare if you do what you don’t do
so one might try you or you might slide through
the system smooth but f-ck with
but in the county i’m down for this bullsh-t

d-mn. you mean to tell me i’m still in this motherf-ckin county
this sh-t is crazy. i guess imma learn and deal with this f-cked up -ss sh-t
life in the county jail
my dumb hoe still ain’t brought my wet ?photo? yet
everytime i call home
that f-cked up -ss hoe ain’t at home
and where she is
the b-tch want me to sell my collect car
but i ……..i guess you’ll respect that sh-t
when you in the county
feelin these f-cked up -ss bluez
feelin the bluez