(Parole Officer)
(980505A)
yeahh nigga what
(you made parole)
what?
(pack your stuff)
the fuck?
(and get the fuck out of here)
ahaha
ayo man, its about motherfucking time man
ayo g, ayo g, son, i got my papers man
I'm out this motherfucker
I'm out of jail and I'm never going back again
ever selling heroin, never selling crack again
don't work for the government coke packaging
don't fire indiscriminate with the Mac again
my people are stuck behind glass like a mannequin
they pretend to give a fuck, just like the Vatican
second chance, faith based, two faced, samaritans
everytime we come back, they...
I'm out of jail and I'm never going back again
ever selling heroin, never selling crack again
I'm out of jail and I'm never going back again
I'm outta, I'm outta, (I'm out this motherfucker!)
I'm out of jail and I'm never going back again
ever selling heroin, never selling crack again
don't work for the government coke packaging
don't fire indiscriminate with the Mac again
my people are stuck behind glass like a mannequin
they pretend to give a fuck, just like the Vatican
second chance, faith based, two faced, samaritans
everytime we come back, they keep on cashing in
prison labor, third world sweatshop comparisons
till we kidnap the whole fucking garrison
yeah, poverty makes people do reckless things
but corporations do worse to protect they bling
prisons are more overcrowded than the rap game
they say you are more likely to go to jail with a black name
freakonomics that I speak through ebonics
and fuck phonics, little niggas is hooked on chronic
but if you on stage with the DEA as your hype man
don't get yourself locked up and blame the white man
we transformed gangs and criminal enterprises
using OGs as advisors
before they send us to war after they divide us
but I won't let them use us like Teddy Roosevelt's Rough Riders
my movement's like a jujitsu kata
i graduated outta prison, so fuck my alma mater, nigga
(caller)
(hello)
yeah yeah whats up yo?
(hey, how you doin'?)
yo you know what I just got my papers
(you're fuckin' lying!)
yo I'm coming home to you I'll see you in like a day and a half
(*screams* oh my god, i'm so happy, are you fuckin' serious?)
yeah I'm dead serious baby, I'm coming home
(oh my god!)
put the little blue thing on for me, aight?
(you got that baby! yea)
I'm on parole and I'll never be alone again
fuck this place baby, I'm coming home again
shorty wrapped around me, so I'll never be cold again
ever have to knock a nigga out for the phone again