Suga Free - I Wanna Go Home (The County Jail Song) lyrics

I just wanna put that sh** down To where that sh** was (OK) Y'know what I'm sayin? n***a we used to be up in that motherf**er You know what I'm sayin? n***a.. used to call Black Tone collect and sh** (um hum) Y'know what I'm sayin? I call a house collect, even a shop, you know? (yeah) Y'know what I'm sayin? It's the one Ni... OK, yes Y'know what I'm sayin? (right) Everytime, it never fail, dog (yeah) Like, like, homie, I'm hurtin' man n***a, I'm, n***a, I, tsh Don't worry about nothin' Ril-Rock Don't worry about nothin' n***a And man, I used to beat on walls, man Bounce, just check this, man, just check this sh** out It's about the County Jail and sh** homie Just check this sh** out [humming] You know, sh** like that Y'know, n***a just beat on the table and sh** (mm-hmm) Man, man [humming] I wanna go home I said a who, who's that baller, baby, I wanna come home I'm gettin' tired, of this dialin' And I, [?] 'em go And then I, got my ski and seed number, 8s-9-6-5-I fo' sho' Yeah, yes a baller, singin, I wanna go home Because I got accessed to DJ Quik, and [?] Pomona, town where the sea bird lake, come from and that's fo' sho' Let me tell you this rap 'bout the county jail When I, lost my hope, c'mon [humming] Check it out... Let me flow, like a bu*terfly on cruise control From the L.A. county jail, get the penn, to parol You know flow, that's so [?] So give a big bow wow, to Suga Free One more dog and French bread Return to the lab to reclaim my fame And see my b**hes take the corner n***a, I ain't nothin' changed But I'ma handcuff yo' a** to the sound And test drive n***as, that's how to touch And b**hes that's how to bat I'm steppin' out the penn Bailin' in a cloud of smoke Nizi tizi, [?] ?I had to dive on 'em? loc Now we gon' make or make 'em clap to this Now grab yo' gat, smoke a sac And drink some Cognac and jack to this Both be on the lookout for PPD Them black, them whites Them disco lights and that 3rd strike Cause I'll be damned if I go back to the penn If I unlock my payroll, with a hoe, and do some time again Back in the County with my hair gettin' thinner Because I'm stressin' about my b**h and I wonder who's goin' in her And I'm knowin' that the tramp ain't sh** But in the LA County Jail I'ma need that b**h I'm on a roof, up in 95, huh, and I'm broke at that I'm creepin' on n***as, sweepin' That's for goin' with that money sac And G's hittin' n***as up on from where they from Ready to roll, bustas and marks up out of 95 huh But then she in her nails gettin' smart and quiet So put yo' hand on yo' sh** And get ready to scrap cause it's another riot Now I'm scrappin' with my hair half braid Because a n***a stole some candy from a [?] So me Ray Dogg, [?] and Trey Parcept That n***a TC from EC and 8-Ball from HT The red rags resent from tree tops, Tony Lang With Nookie Baby John from Foo Town and Pat Together we love some motherf**er stood [?] all at one time They comin' together, some n***as yap Crips and bloods on they way to the home Because we took our phone And motherf**ers and left they face swoll Damn, now they feed a n***a juke balls No action on the phones, no visitors Man I can't wait to go home Who's that baller, should I, I wanna go home I said a who, who's that baller, baby, I wanna go home Mama I ain't really happy here, I really really wanna come home If it wasn't for, you and my sister, I'd be straight all alone Yes a baller, said I, I wanna go home I said a who, who's that baller, baby, I wanna go home Clue Dogg, I know you want to, baby, I wanna come home I really, miss [?] doggs, baby, now she gonna be all alone Love to move, n***a won't you come on home Love to move... [Fades]