STOMPER - Locked Up lyrics

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In the city of Angels gotta watch what you doing watch your back

When your dealing with em boys in blue

South West holding back Rampart division the worst

Pico sheriff gang unit leavin' you ride on a hearse

Part times in the street but against all odds

187 on a jura you don't want to get caught

3 strikers in da county false charges in bulk

The strict attorney is all crook it evidence over look

Gang in enhanced when they sentence young homies to life

25 with an L defendenced don't fight racist cops

Pulls up over violent their own law

Trigger happy officers another name in the wall

Da little homies bound to loose it

Cause the system they face make one mistake

In the city & they cealed your faith

Fucken pigs always trippen got me packin' a gun

On the run two striking dats your life on the sun

Sounds of sirens in the night dodging the black and whites

The ghetto birds up in the sky with them big spot lights

Still the crime rate increases

And da shit never ceases

Broken lifes county lines living families in pieces

To many prisons in the state of California to make one times on the proud

Got us fighting these cases penitentiary bounds

Cause they ain't no love in the streets

Got lil homies locked homies rest in peace

Don't get these shit twisted homie cause da shit don't stop

Dats why 187 on a muthafucken cop

Till the day dat we die

Gonna always come and try

To lock us up in the pen they don't need no reason why

Dats the reason why they got us organized in the hood

California justice system just ain't no good

FUCK THE PIGS in my city they can burn in Hell

I kill ah hundred fucken juras before they take me to jail

UHH!

Locked up in jail handcuff to da rail

Ain't no money for bail

They wanna give me a deal got me stuck

Like a truck straight shit of luck

I know I'm heading for da pen nobody gives ah fuck

What can I do keep it true got me singing the blues

Walk a mile on my shoes

And let me see your attitude

I ain't heard 4rm none of my homies yet

Strollin' to the fucken yard puffin' on a cigarette

Got feelin' so trap number 1 stay strap

The other day they struck ah rat

30 times in the back

Fuck that I kickback

I ain't tryin'' to snap going against da fucking grain

You about to get tax I play cool around my program as smoothest I can

Tryin' na stay about da mix and respect the next man

Ain't no gangbangin' here only tattoo tears

We might be enemies in da streets

But we all homies in here

All I hear all day is the sounds of these gates

I hear em slamming all around can't wait

Till the date that they led me out

So I could get back on the grind

Got me stuck in my cell thinking of all the good times

In my mind I see sunshine

The worlds mine

Until I open my eyes

And realized I'm doin' time

HUH!

Hell Yeah homeboy this is for da muthafucken homies

Dats locked up no muthafucken way out homeboy day dreamin'

How the shit could be it would be should be full of muthafucken

Regrets cause they got caught with all dis bullshit

Fuck dat they says it's all about the muthafucken respect

I treat you like a punk ass BITCH! bitch!

Thanks to Lil Chano. SoCal X3 Guadalupe SBC for correcting these lyrics