FES TAYLOR - Jail House Rock lyrics
rate me[Intro: Fes Taylor]Anthony Reed vs. The State of New YorkAiyo, Judge, I ain't do nothing, manAiyo, what up, my nigga?You got a cigarette, my nigga? Of courseWell let me get one of those, my niggasWord? You got some weed, to?Let's get high my nigga, I'm fucking stressed out manThe judge done, offered me 25 and shitTrying to say I murdered this nigga, manKid going through it right now, my niggaSmoke that, smoke that[Fes Taylor]Yo, away from the world behind prison bars, I see life differentThe distance, between me and freedom, smoking wisdomIn the court biz, rolling up trees, my man brought itTrying to go home, son got bows, watch me extort 'emKnock out, on the lock out, we can do it at reckPhone check, homey, my son loony and slit ya neckYo, Lite, SPA, watch these dudes hang upSuper and low with D14, leave these clowns banged upChocolate thai, what up, baby, this dude tried to play meCarlito, what up though, they think it's all gravyGuns out, smoke a brick a day, see me on the dance floorIn an all grey jump suit, getting beat offFive four one, triple oh, two three zero nineSmack son with a tray on the chat line[Interlude: Fes Taylor]Aiyo, what up, what's popping?Ya'll niggas try to play my man and shitWhat's going on, what's popping, nigga, huh?[Fes Taylor]Aiyo, Brooklyn House, cell gangstas, talking toughCO's acting hard, in the world they buttThese dudes, reading nudie books, trying to get a nutWhen I touch the streets, thinking bout how many girls I'm gonna fuckA pack for a stick, one cigarette 'fore I quitJonesing like I'm in the crib, on the jack with a bitchBut I still, wish I was back on the blockCuz I'm stuck in the can doing the jail house rock[Chorus 2X: Fes Taylor]Jail, house, rock, jail house rock with meMy peoples in the cell block with me[Fes Taylor]Aiyo, Riker's Island, C73, five g's for Andrew MadeeDT's try to frame me, in the day roomWatching shoot 'em up flicks, these broke heads smoking rolliesLook at 'em starving for clipsI'm a jailbird inside a cage, can't spread my wingsTwenty three hours, no sunlight inside the BingDifferent broad every V.I., account never emptyI'm locked up with dudes in here, that's facing centuriesEight hundred and fifty months, what type of shit is that?Might as well, forgot about life, son, it's a wrapPass all meals, service slop, I wouldn't dare eatPaying Pataki's, feel like you walking barefeetPlay the yard, domino's, chess and playing cardsAt nighttime, in my cell, praying to GodRead a chapter in the bible, before I go to sleepIf I die before I wake, hold my soul you keepIt's easier for a camel, to walk through an eye of a needleThan a rich man, to go to heaven and live peacefulThe devil through us in here, and tested our faithJesus gave me the crown of life, forgave my mistakesAnd I still, wish I was back on the blockBut I'm stuck in the can doing the jail house rock[Outro: Fes Taylor]Jail, house, rock, jail, house, rockDamn, man, I can't even believe this fucking bullshit, manFucking police trying to put me through this bullshitFucking... been to court like fucking 6 times and shit, manThis nigga ain't offer me no fucking kind of bailNo fucking kind of hopes to get the fuck outta this bitchYo, that's my word, man, next time I go in front of that fucking judgeAnd that nigga don't offer me no muthafucking bail, manI'mma spit in that nigga face, tell that nigga eat a dick, manWord up, and all these fucking police officers, manYa'll ain't gonna keep snatching us up, throwing us upIn these muthafucking cells, man
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