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a leading man Well, my parole officer will be proud of me With my Olds '88 and the devil on a leash My Olds '88 and the devil on a leash I know karate,
Well, my parole officer will be proud of me With my Olds '88 and the devil on a leash My Olds '88 and the devil on a leash Well, I know karate,
in a brick now, now, knew her, huh, huh, bullshit she Took her stinky ass, come up to my parole officer and say he hit me He'll do a violation, and she
gonna do what I want Do what I want And I'm gonna get paid Little brown sausages Lying in the sand I ain't no extra baby I'm a leading man Well my parole
really cared about me You wouldn't flirt with my parole officer No, you wouldn't scratch my Isaac Hayes Now my cock is so torn up about it Yeah my cock
Wednesdays we meet at a group Thursday's A.A. followed by Al-Anon Friday's your day to recoup On Saturdays your parole officer Watches you piss in a tray,
a problem child Robbin' banks when I was juvenile I told my P.O. (parole officer) I wouldn't give him no drama But if they try to take my life I'm dumpin',
man Well my parole officer Will be proud of me With my Olds 88 And the devil on a leash My Olds 88 And the devil on a leash I know karate, voodoo too
bitches is mad at us nigga fucc you [fuccyoutoo] Parole officers, probation officers, nigga Baby mama's too nigga fucc ya'll [fuccyoutoo] Everything nigga
baby I'm a leading man Well my parole officer WIll be proud of me With my Olds 88 And the devil on a leash My Olds 88 And the devil on a leash
tellin' me I sell dope Am I on probation or parole? I tell 'em fuck no! Tell me mister officer, what's the problem? What's the matter? Why you gotta
stop state bail 'cause I'm still on parole (damn, damn) See I was probably somewhere in the hole Caught a opp that killed bro Beat his ass, boy, you
you just got a message O-M-W, we gettin' off at your exit I got Chickens in the trunk, I'm on the highway My passenger is on parole and he can't
* author's note: this is the song that got see-Bo locked up for parole violation You know I never was no choir boy Ya folks got a, gang of priors
crazy, these cops will kill us, they're racist If he was alive, he'll be saying, "officer, why didn't you tase me?" I'm on parole, one feet up in jail,
me My arresting officer is related to Mark Fuhrman Throw the noose up on the tree, that's how they do here I ain't see a black nigga get acquitted
thirty-five to life When I ain't even done nothin wrong, officer I have no info to offer you He asked my name, so I came off the brain Told him, "I'm John
at "Officer, I done left my wallet at da house, sir." Still took me Down-town, cause da police don't care Down in lower-level, man a simple situation Turned