2 Chainz - Play Pen to the State Pen lyrics

[Hook: Tity Boi and Dolla Boy] Here's a little story 'bout some n******gs' like me, never should've been let out The elementary Dolla boy and I'd like to say that I'm the hardest n***a From around my way, here's a little story 'bout some n******gs' like we Never should've been let out the penitentiary, Tity Boi and I would like to say That I'm the slickest hustler, from around my way [Verse One: Tity Boi] Ay, yo, since I was a youth, I pumped weed out and I been had cash money Before we bought with expectations and Fed time facing When I was hanging with this kid named Jason with an accent from Jamaica My only concern was digits and consumers, cause we had this little city Down in Alabama booming, so we just do it, get it like Nike And even with this wife beater on, I still got something up my sleeve It sound so odd, talking 'bout these guns cause I got a three five seven Nine and a Mac Eleven, get drip, tip toeing 'bout a minute Doing six with the clip showing, n***a, where your clique going They're spreading out like buck shots and ain't nobody dying Still alive around here but Pac, now we know this story go, so don't worry Excuse me your honor, but could you holler at my n***a for me [Hook: Tity Boi and Dolla Boy] Here's a little story 'bout some n******gs' like me, never should've been let out The elementary and I'd like to say that I'm the hardest n***a From around my way, here's a little story 'bout some n******gs' like we Never should've been let out the penitentiary, Tity Boi and I would like to say That I'm the slickest hustler, from around my way [Verse Two: Dolla Boy] Well, I'm Dolla Boy, I got game galore, you may have a lot of game But, I've got much more, in that all blue coupé, parked and run and shoot Or late nights throwing rice, shooting dice with troops And that diamond's in the back, sun roof top, I'm hanging out that b**h 'Bout to shut down the block, AK music, bomb a** track We put the detonator to it, n***a, get wrong, put the mask on and shoot him Street corps, n***a, tell his fam' that we sued him, used to work track One five on the ruler but, now I'm dropping off like I'm down wit the Cubans Straight eight grad in them hard knocks schooling, intern work, year round Brick moving, get to this money, sh** real in this music So get it how you want it, lame n***a, don't confuse me [Hook: Tity Boi and Dolla Boy] Here's a little story 'bout some n******gs' like me, never should've been let out The elementary and I'd like to say that I'm the hardest n***a From around my way, here's a little story 'bout some n******gs' like we Never should've been let out the penitentiary, Tity Boi and I would like to say That I'm the slickest hustler, from around my way [Verse Three: Dolla Boy] n***a want to know how Dolla does it, the bag way or gram I need all of my cousins, lame n***a flexing 'bout the work, when it wasn't Didn't think a n***a called the cop with a oven, got enough heat To cook the hams and the stuffing, take twenty two's Knock the berries out your muffin, mama said a son Was six short from a dozen, messy to my pills, man get to this money [Verse Four: Tity Boy] A hundred miles and running and ain't no stopping us, my community service Is picking paper up, if the drought end, it's Glock's and mad men TEC's are blasting, mixed with mag's and Mac Ten's, I played in play pens And stayed in the state pens, don't think I ain't bigger Because my weight thinner, on twenty two's is how I carry myself, I'm like Oh, I might marry myself Hook: Tity Boi and Dolla Boy] Here's a little story 'bout some n******gs' like me, never should've been let out The elementary and I'd like to say that I'm the hardest n***a From around my way, here's a little story 'bout some n******gs' like we Never should've been let out the penitentiary, Tity Boi and I would like to say That I'm the slickest hustler, from around my way