I Wanna Go Home (The County Jail Song)

I just wanna put that shit down The way that shit was (OK) Y'know what I'm sayin? Nigga we used to be up in that motherfucker You know what I'm sayin? Nigga.. used to call Black Tone collect and shit (um hum) Y'know what I'm sayin? I call a house collect, even the shop, you know? (yeah) Y'know what I'm sayin? "It's Dejuan Ni... OK, yes" Y'know what I'm sayin? (right) Everytime, it never fail, dog (yeah) Like, like, homie, I'm hurtin' man Nigga, I'm, nigga, I, tsh Don't worry about nothin' Ril-Rock Don't worry about nothin' nigga And man, I used to beat on walls, man, bunks Just check this, man, just check this shit out It's about the County Jail and shit homie Just check this shit out *humming* You know, shit like that Y'know, nigga just beat on the table and shit (mm-hmm) Man, man *humming* I wanna go home I said I do, yes I wanna, baby, I wanna come home I'm gettin' tired, of this County And I, depend on tha ho And then I, got my ski and seed number, 8s-9-6-5-9 fo' sho' Yeah, yes I wanna, said I, I wanna go home Because I got accessed to DJ Quik, and ??? Pomona, town where the sea bird lake, come from and that's fo' sho' Let me tell you this rap 'bout the county jail When I, lost my hope, c'mon *humming* Check it out... Let me flow, like a butterfly on cruise control From the L.A. county jail, to the Pen, to parole With a flow, that's so serious-izay So give a big bow wow, to Suga Free One more dog and French braid Return to the lab to reclaim my fame And send my bitches to the corner Nigga, ain't nothin' changed But I'mma handcuff yo' ass to the sound And chastise niggas that's out of touch And bitches that's out of bounds I'm steppin' out the Pen Bailin' in a cloud of smoke Nizi tizi, ?? ?I had to dive on 'em? loc Now we gon' make or make 'em clap to this Now grab yo' gat, smoke a sac And drink some Cognac and jack to this Both be on the lookout for PPD Them black and whites, them disco lights and that 3rd strike Cause I'll be damned if I go back to the Pen And violate my parole, with a ho, and do some time again Back in the County with my hair gettin' thinner Because I'm stressin' about my bitch and I wonder who's goin' in her And I'm knowin' that the tramp ain't shit But in the LA County Jail I'mma need that bitch I'm on a roof, up in 95 hun and I'm broke at that I'm creepin' on niggas, sweepin' That's for goin' with that money sac And G's hittin' niggas up on from where they from Ready to roll, bustas and marks up out of 95 hun The tension in the air is gettin sharp and quiet So put yo' hand on yo' shit And get ready to scrap cause it's another riot Now I'm scrappin' with my hair half braided Because a nigga stole some candy from a LA *edited* So me Ray Dogg, and Loko White from Tray-57 That nigga TC from EC and 8-Ball from HT The red rags was in from Tree Tops, Tony Lang With Nookie Baby John from Foo Town and Pat Together we left some motherfucker stuck Some snitch hollered "one time! they comin' to gaffle some niggas up!" Crips and bloods on they way to the hole Because we took off on them motherfuckers and left they face swole Damn, now they feed a nigga juke balls No action on the phones, no visits Man I can't wait to go home Man, Yes I wanna, said I, I wanna go home I really do, yes I wanna, I wanna go home Mama I ain't really happy here, I really really wanna come home If it wasn't for, you and my sister, I'd be straight all alone Ooh, yes I wanna, said I, I wanna go home I really do baby, yes I wanna, baby, I wanna go home Clue Dogg, I know you want to, baby, I wanna come home I really, miss ?? doggs, baby, now she gonna be all alone Love to move, nigga won't you come on home Love to move... *Fades*