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(Verse 1 -Squeak Ru) In the county jail I'm straight catchin hell Facin strikin 3, goin crazy in my jail cell Goddamn, I'm thinkin thru They tryna hit me 25 for some shit that I didn't do Servin time is my punishment So I'm commin wit [them all?], tryna prove that I'm innocent Fuck the public defender, he ain't down wit me So I know I can't surrender They rather drive me [well?] Not cases I'm facin while I sit in trial And criminal defision, is Squeak Ru convicted that's the decision The I heard the slam a [?] for Now I'm back to the [holding tank?], mad 'cause I'm careful This ain't no fairytale, you see life ain't shit in the county jail Chorus: Sittin in the county, [doesn't?] like a party Sittin in the county, [doesn't?] like a party Sittin in the county, [doesn't?] like a party Sittin in the county, you know everybody (Verse 2 -Squeak Ru) Loadin up on the bus Gots watch my back 'cause I don't wanna get rushed I got one hand free, I'm lookin for the comrads But all I see is enemies I don't make sense, they got me cuffed to a muthafucker that I gang-bang against Ey, nigga, where you from? Soon as the gates wreck, you know I'm takin one Lay ya flat on ya back, you don't wanna scrap In fact, I'm perfect at combat Now I'm lead as a bitch Got a 90-500 and they gave me fish kit And you best believe this: the brothers is strong But the S-A's the deepest This shit is hardco' Crips and Bloods throwin up their set in them [?] Wit the classification OSS wanna know my gang affiliation But that shit's expected, ey, nigga, ain't you connected? You goddamn right 'cause in the county jail Only hards die for their stripes Chorus (Verse 3 -Squeak Ru) I got a visit but it's drama My girl and a hoe are fightin wit my baby momma Now time to explain who I love the most I gotta catch the chain Quick to check a trustee 'Cause some of them fools be tryna playin deputy Nigga, you'se a hook I'm rollin wit them crooks And we don't like your flat books I'm tired to bein a victim It seems everytime I look I'm gettin punked by the system It's hard bein a black men So niggas wake up, you gotta have a [?] 'Cause they stretch you out No matter if you're coppin in the West or servin in the south It's a livin hell You see, life ain't shit, so fuck the county jail Chorus
Writer(s): Roger Troutman, Larry Troutman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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