Khayree - Back N Da Hood lyrics

Another sleepless night in Fresno Jail I got a federal hold and I can't even bail Eyes wide open like a dope fiend geeked I need some co*k hella bad, I need to be free Steady dreaming about wrecking guts and co*k Laying on my bunk busting nuts in socks Celly on top bunk knock smooth out Snoring mothaf**a, I should just shout And wake his a** up cause I can't sleep If a n***a had a way, a n***a would creep And make a clean break but that's just a dream fake This can't be real, man, it all seems fake 3 am and it's time to E-A-T Cold cream of wheat and a lunch in a B-A-G This sh** is the pits, man, how worse will it get, man I need to be N Da Hood, straight getting a grit, man... I'm missing the crew, the dope fiends too I'm writing this rap, there's nothing else to do Cause home is a place that it seem I won't go Sleeping in a cell with some fools I don't know Dope fiends that just don'y got no... Sense and fince to get shipped to Wasco I'm stuck like chuck way down south When I need to be at home with a joint in my mouth Smoking and choking on some hurt cha dick weed I just can't wait to straight perk and get key'd I need to be N Da Hood straight swinging tight ones Burning long rubber on the black and white ones... Back N Da Hood sound so good They won't set bail but I wish they would I P-R-A-Y every D-A-Y Asking to get back to the B-A-Y But every court date they keep detaining me On punk a** charges they keep arraining me At first I thought I'd have to spank you But Detective Nichleman, I'd like to thank you You put me on the news and tried to spread that lie Then record sales jumped to an all time high Why rob a bank when a n***a can spit? I need to be N Da Hood cause I ain't did sh** Every damn day my tapes are sold I make more money than the bank can hold And though I might can't bail out... This punk a** jail house I'll just kick back and watch my mail sprout... Plenty of time for a n***a to think But all I can think of is dank and drank On jail walls my name is carving Waiting on comissary, man, I'm starving Ten black brothas and fifty julios I just can't wait to hit the studios And let fools know about the set up These punk police won't let up They trying to keep me down and keep me in a ditch But the only thing they doing is making me rich They painted a picture of a ruthless villain Told all my fans that I was stealing Jealous mothaf**as, I never steal I make more money than you never will Mac Dre arrested for attempted heist The mothaf**ing feds ain't nothing nice They said I was the one doing all this sh** But banks just keep on getting hit Feds trying to send a n***a up the creek But Dre ain't worried cause the case is week They say I'm the one calling all the shots But f** them feds and f** them cops And to that punk mothaf**a Detective Nic Dic Hear me loud and clear, fool: s** my big dick!