Seff the Gaffla - Locked Up lyrics

Artist: Seff the Gaffla Album: GLP (Get Low Playaz) Song: Locked Up A Fillmo' n***a doin time up in the county Write me off the block sellin rocks like bounty Send me up to Bruno north with the M.A Nineteen hour lockdown waitin for my court date I'm not trippin I guess I'm gonna lounge around Thinkin about my mama and my homies from the Moe-Town I'm gonna be there so ya know I gots ta open shop I love my homies and the record I'm about to drop And if a fool want funk I'm teachin lessons Never on the phone wit a ho I'm never stressin, hungh Mama told me there'd be days like this Thinkin about the money and the days I'd miss It's 12 o'clock now it's time to go out to the yard Watchin the SA's and n***as tryin to act hard Keep to myself ya know get my yokes Walk through the yard say what's up to my folks Me and Celly Cel in the cuts doin curls f*gs on the gra** doin ballerina twirls I had on Filas I didn't want to get em dirty Guards on the top watchin wit a 30/30 Jay cats runnin around yellin and tweakin Watchin Soul Train every single weekend n***as talkin sh** no one down cuz they scary Tryin to buy protection wit tres and commisaries But you know I'm no punk so ya know I kept a weapon If ya know I'm right for gettin shank then keep steppin Now that I'm solo you won't be the stew find(?) But if you cross me n***a put your number on the line When I get out you know I got a choice bro Go to the set or go to the studio I prefer studio cuz jail just ain't me Makin hella tapes like 4-Tay and J.T Rippin up the stage with the felony (felony) The n***as checkin folders that's what they tellin me (tellin me) But I'm still in jail doin time waitin for my court date Slap on the Rolex give me my tear date I know my time is short but I really don't know when n***as younger than me gettin shot straight to the pen But I keeps my cool drinkin coffee in a noodle cup 30 days later stone lets roll it up November twenty-somethin thank God I'm still livin Released to my folks tomorrow is Thanksgiving Go to my house take off the Rolex Hug and kiss moms okay now what's next Meet J.T. jump in the shower Moms when he calls tell him meet me in an hour One hour past I think I hear the doorbell So used to hearin keys that I really can't tell It's my n***a like I figure the Bigga the Bigga Figga So now it's time to go But you don't hear me though Jumped in the bucket and jetted to the studio (studio)