Lyrics:
the shape I'm in
I just spent 60 days in the jailhouse
For the crime of having no dough
Now here I am back out on the street
For the crime of having nowhere
truth, but tell me now why lie?
Some of us grew up schoolmates who're hired killers
Some of us move in with roommates who're water whipping
Some of us fork
the sound of you cry
Drugs never work, so baby say ""Hello, goodbye""
Yet someone pukes down in the alley as hog
'Cause we need new Jailhouse rock
back and forth (ping)
In jail smashed CDai's head on the floor
Front line, nobody can cross it (but try now)
You can drive thru
But nobody can walk
enjoy the concert, I've got it from here"
And I said, "Don't worry about this, Debbie will shake it off, now let's get the fuck out of here"
We got in
dog Jim no one knows him at the gym
My dog Bin the race is run now let's begin
Swim, swim, swim
We're all in the water just a going for a swim
Swim,
Landing in this jam with man and then began dying
We slegna see dread through these retna's
We beg to be swept up by the blessed head inspecta
But all
Four-leaf clover, frost in September
Stomped all over these delicate petals
Stuck in grief now, leaves in a jailhouse
Froze the blooms down, but you
Rollin through the block bumpin Jim Jones So Harlem "shit is getting funny to me"
I got a hundred on the sack
Wit my buddies in the back
Dreamin bout
Oh, you don't know the shape I'm in
I just spent 60 days in the jailhouse
For the crime of having no dough
Now here I am back out on the street
Rolling with a rat then you're a snitch by association
All this pain, all this misery
I knew the gang wouldn't hold me down, I had an epiphany
Invest in
And right now, it's time for athletics
And over to Brian Goebbels in Paris
Hello! Well, you join us here in Paris
Just a few minutes before
back proper
(Huh?) ended up runnin' off on the plug
I'm debatin' if I'm tapped if
I give them copper (Mad head)
Jailhouse, when it was gym time
In shorts
motorists, for to their shame and dread
He'd beat off by the highway with a white sack o'er his head
Now every cop 'round Muleshoe had sought this man for
aye gettin money like the boys in the bands
but it’s me by myself in a room with a mic go figure
pull up ableton & make a jam, send it back
Let's start the year off right man
(That birthday s***)
Dip-set man Jim Jones, Santana, Freaky, Killa
Enough, let's do it Killa
Up and now
Where a mural once stood
Now a jailhouse grey
Sits where street art should
Rainwater gathers
Where loved ones once would
Some nights them puddles are red
to shell it
Brothers in fields, man they try to sell it
Feds come around but it’s ain’t no telling
Ain’t no telling but it’s too late
Now they wanna know
times
I will trust in the almighty, He will help me to get by
Though the system is all messed up
My meditation is very high, Jah will never leave I
pence walks in with.. Susan Collins
Just the two of them ...together
Now everybody knows one thing about Mike
He can't go anywhere with a woman without
then were jetting
Shes special, ohh yeah shes special
Started off so gentle, now she wan ride man just like its pedals
Stepped in With my amigos, running
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
I was on the playground playing by ear
I just hit the jailhouse homie shit's clear
If I ran out I would only switch gears
If I ran out I would air
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