Lyrics:
They'd chase her by the mail
She got picked up
And then was put in jail
Stroked the judge
Just to go her bail
Mary Lou, Mary Lou
She
for cash and I been robbed on a credit
Worked my way in jail and I worked my way outta jail
Woke up a lot of mornin's, didn't know where I was
Day before you went to jail and daily
How we'd wait for that mail lady
Or by the phone for Mom to call
And I watched you pull yourself up and we
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Yo', Mike City
Where the girls at, baby
This song goes out to all the women in the club tonight
Let me see you put your hands
put on David Tomerfest
Though I'm humberlicious strugglin' to jump
Let me blow a Hubba Bubba in your face, that'cha ego!
Ayo, freeze-funk, you got
of here.
Yo Dre give me a funky ass bass line.
(Intro Chorus)
What fuck is up? In the place to be.
Coming on the mic is Eazy Motherfucking-E.
Dre is
possessed
By the thought that she got free
And why are you figuring who's the best
When just your luck ran out
And she chose me
We do not lie side
Like flames of hell around my bed and in my eyes could see
They carried me down to Knoxville and put me in a cell
My friends all tried to get me out
[Verse 2: Krayzie]
For The Love Of $, I keep it funky
Just thuggin back down in the ghetto
Sleep in the PJ's they let me so I love 'em back
By keepin it
turtle
Now, our miss reporter was hot on the trail
Determined to put these crooks in jail
She spied the bad guys and saw what happened
But before she knew
Now he sittin' in the county jail and he ain't got no bond
You can't walk inside my shoes like a sneaker con
I overcome obstacles and they still come
Sunny
Sunny
Thank you for the sunshine ok
Sunny
Thank you for the love you brought my way
You gave to me your all in all
And now I feel 10 feet
gangsta that died by the sword
Used to smoke blunt to the back of Encore
Drive up town, in like ten cars or more
Tryin' to see some that we never seen
can rule by fear
That's the way they like it, stick it in their ear
Politicians eat your words
Prohibition that's a joke
Put your own children in
an architect, design apartments and shit
Or you can wind up on a jail bus dirty in clip
Soon as I'm on the set, I'm never on a chick, I play it cool
But still
Rod Lincoln!
They arrested me and they put me in jail.
And called my pappy to throw my bail.
And he said, "Son, you're gonna' drive me to drinkin'
town
Say what?
Yeah, and uh guess who they put in jail?
Do tell, do tell
Jimmy, I just can't understand it
I know what you mean
I
with that Glock (with the pole)
You told me I'ma go to jail or either I'ma die (why?)
But now I got this money, I can put you in the sky (ho)
I
(La musica de Harry Fraud)
You know how this street shit go
What y'all niggas expect from me? It was destiny
I grinded accessibly, put rocks
and grab it
Some trip over roots and say fuck it I'm sunk
I put it in a limerick and kick the slick nick verbs (hey)
I am the one who scores the herb
What's good Sunny? yeah now um, while my
Beats get louder in the back
I'ma take this time to talk
A lil swave to you
Let it marinate i'm a cute nigga
and they put me in jail
And called my pappy to throw my bail
And he said, "Son, you're gonna' drive me to drinkin'
If you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod
and grab it
Some trip over toots and say fuck it I'm sunk
I put it in a limerick and kick the slick nick verbs
I am the one who scores the herb
When
niggas greasy because I'm built like that
Bury niggas easy 'cause they get kiled like that
If you ain't in it wit me than you in my way
But either
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