Penitentiary Bound Lyrics

Penitentiary Bound lyrics

Welcome back to the East Side

T-Funk and the Chemist

Jayo Felony



And the ultimate shit right now

is for me to do a show for my niggas in the pen

bring shit together

cause this is where we'll all be

Peep game



[ VERSE 1: Jayo Felony ]

I rolls off with your shit, people you can get a glance

Shackles on my feet won't let the Loco dance

Eatin em spreads and liftin got me on swoll

Had my shit creased, I'm comin home, I got parole

When the Loco phone ring it's my homie Big Mike Low

( ? ) and big dick dada wanna stroke

And get my balls licked, dick sucked and fuck till I'm yawnin

But I gotta go report in the mornin

Fuck it, 8:30 am piss in his cup, fuck a piss test

Mr. Bullet Loco, you're under arrest (for what?)

You popped ( ? ) test and do you understand?

They put the chains on my ass and put me in the fuckin van

I'm goin straight to Donovan, no county jail

Fuckin parole violation, so I can't make bail

The iron bars close, goddamn I hate the sound

But you don't give a fuck when you're penitentiary bound



Sit down nigga, it's time to count

The way they got shit now

Everybody's penitentiary bound



[ VERSE 2: Jayo Felony ]

( ? ) come, come, nigga, give me room

I put acid on my tongue and go the fuck back to Neptune

Who wanna beef with the East Side Rollin

Hey, get your jaw swollen

This is for every nigga that ever fucked with a high speed chase

Crashed into a pole, now take that glass out your face

They comin to get me yo, I don't give a fuck no mo

I'm ( ? ) got the .44, Bullet Loc will dodge the po-po

On the 619 we got no time, for the bullshit you get jacked

Every hood talk that set-up when you hit the railroad track

Matter of fact, don't let them cook you like no fuckin hog, chief

All I see is billy clubs, boots and dog teeth

Fuck your mama as I bled on the ground

I'm hand-cuffed to the bed and I know I'm penitentiary bound



Sit down nigga, it's time to count

The way they got shit now

Everybody's penitentiary bound



[ VERSE 3: Jayo Felony ]

I'm crushin these niggas and bitches

Cause see, nobody I ever trusted

I hope Joe Sinister don't get his ass busted

Come again coward, wash them draws for my men

You don't know how to deal with the Babylon and Rin Tin Tin

Hard ( ? ) hard, I come hard

Like Oprah in _Color Purple_ I know there is a God

I slaughter, you oughta run for the border

I cripple a stick, choke a brick and tryin to drop a water

Supporter of this mackin and this gangsta shit

Much love to Kurupt and the Dogg Pound click

From D.C. to NYC trust I smoke dust

I roll with Rush, niggas can say what they must

They all want to know how I feel about _The Show_

I'm rockin in Utah ( ? ) and drink Pruno

P-p-pa-pow, penitentiary bound

( ? ) the muthafuckin ( ? ) bitin my sound

Will I ever play out? Nigga, you know - never would

At the end of the world it's gon be dippin through the neighborhood



To be continued