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County Jail
3,397
Pop
County Jail was released on July 16, 2002 by LOUD/Columbia as a part of the album Layin' Da Smack Down (Explicit Version)
album cover
Release DateJuly 16, 2002
LabelLOUD/Columbia
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM78

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Project Pat
Project Pat
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
Songwriter
Patrick Houston
Patrick Houston
Songwriter
Paul Beauregard
Paul Beauregard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Paul
DJ Paul
Producer, Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer
Juicy J
Juicy J
Producer, Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I don't wanna go to county jail no more, more, more
It's a big fat policeman at my door, door, door
He'll snatch you by yo collar, make you pay a dollar
I don't wanna go to county jail no more, more, more
I don't wanna go to county jail no more, more, more
It's a big fat policeman at my door, door, door
He'll snatch you by yo collar, make you pay a dollar
I don't wanna go to county jail no more, more, more
Where is Project? Where is Project?
Here I go, here I go
Suckas wanna take me, suckas wanna break me
Yeah, I know, yeah, I know
Here they come, the policia servin' me a warrant
Blastin off my piece-ia that's how I responded
Eyes red off this refia stangin' like a hornet
Hood slang, what I speak to ya thugs get up on it
Hoppin' out like a frog, ribbit, ribbit, ribbit, ribbit
Horny toad dodgin' laws let me feel it, can I hit it?
Freak ones with the curly tongues, sturdy givin' puns
Early birds came to put the worm right down they lungs
Gimme some little incident when them blues'll flash
Jump and grab on the ATF, then I mash the gas
They just love mane to pull me over, 'cause I'm ghetto star
Any weapons, any drugs, sir searchin' in my car
I don't wanna go to county jail no more, more, more
It's a big fat policeman at my door, door, door
He'll snatch you by yo collar, make you pay a dollar
I don't wanna go to county jail no more, more, more
I don't wanna go to county jail no more, more, more
It's a big fat policeman at my door, door, door
He'll snatch you by yo collar, make you pay a dollar
I don't wanna go to county jail no more, more, more
Sugar me timba dog and blow me down
Pullin out tha tone tone and ya'll don't make a sound
Lay it down for the Mista Twista bottle caps
Stick 'em up like a pirate but without a patch
Chitty, chitty, bang bang nuthin' but cheese mane
Nitty gritty, what I get to wit my thang thang
When you try to come around-a don't try to down tha
I represent tha dirty M to tha town-a
Po-pos they be watchin', chickens are flockin'
I'm game for some brain we call Doc and lockin
The green is inhaled-a, drunk like a sailor
Did you see tha whale-a mane on her tail-a
The jail I was locked up hell what I went through
Went just like a chef, 'cause I kept a Ginsu
Project doin' time now, that's just a no-no
I don't wanna go to jail no a mo' mo'
I don't wanna go to county jail no more, more, more
It's a big fat policeman at my door, door, door
He'll snatch you by yo collar, make you pay a dollar
I don't wanna go to county jail no more, more, more
I don't wanna go to county jail no more, more, more
It's a big fat policeman at my door, door, door
He'll snatch you by yo collar, make you pay a dollar
I don't wanna go to county jail no more, more, more
Ba-ba-buka chickens don't be kissin' me
Like Alfred Hitchcock, this really ain't no mystery
The game don't stizop to hell with suckas dissin' me
A burnt-up blizzock will send you to the penitentiary
Get caught by the narcs for slammin' on tha con-a-crete
Charge partna talk for straight killin on tha street
You need to wa-watch this company you keepin' wit
Tha tones p--p-pop tha bullets goin' for a snitch
A North Memphis veteran, I ain't scared of nan
Keep my hand on tha metal friend, and that's off tha wam
Understand where I'm comin' from playas flexin'
Crown Vics, trucks, Chevy, Max, and them Lexins'
You can keep it on the low sky or get you some time
All these hatas gettin' nosey, you stay on tha grind
Like Aaliyah Robadowsky, knockin' suckas out
Ain't no goin' back to pokey what I'm talkin' 'bout
I don't wanna go to county jail no more, more, more
It's a big fat policeman at my door, door, door
He'll snatch you by yo collar, make you pay a dollar
I don't wanna go to county jail no more, more, more
I don't wanna go to county jail no more, more, more
It's a big fat policeman at my door, door, door
He'll snatch you by yo collar, make you pay a dollar
I don't wanna go to county jail no more, more, more
Written by: Jordan Houston, P. Beauregard, Patrick Houston
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