Yukmouth - Plead Guilty lyrics

*(in the background)* Man that's all he gets is a year man, hell nah! *(Yukmouth rambling)* Hey, what's all this?? Hey stop all this confusion. Hey!! Order in the Court.... YOU'RE GUILTY!! *(man talking)* No I'm not guilty, you're guilty. Law makers. Politicians. Business men The police. You don't see no black folks dropping packages out of Airplanes. You don't see none of that. You're the reason why, I'm a Criminal. You're the reason why, I'm.... The Ice Cream Man Verse 1 *(Knumskull)* I, spent hella time on the block late An I feel safe, as long as I can shoot the Glock straight So come Get the greenery Rush to the bank collect yo doe Make sho you got yo bucks in yo hand, cuz the man (be comin around the mountian when he come!) That's a rigg up I rather swallow my yay, an sh** slugs f** task, it's a must I bubble So many rocks in my jaw I feel like Barney Rubble I got my, pager An my, bus pa** Grab my Avion water juss incase I had to dust task It was about four otha n***as on the spot grindin One was on my team smokin hamps an poppin leads (knock on weed n***a, f** that knock on weed, you got a twenty??) Gave up two ten's an a bump cuz I had plenty Not even knowin what I juss did Put the money in my pocket an headed back to the crib Got a tingle on my dick feelin bad Looked up an seen task cars comin at me So I bounced through a buildin lost all my cash Swallowed my rocks, ditched my pager, I'm haulin a** Then found myself by Blyman's house Thinkin about juice Hit the turf, sky out Through the roof But that plan was cancelled Betta give up Betta throw yo hands up Here comes the man The gloves on the other hand Got on my knees Crossed my legs Then threw up my hands One of them yelled "b**h hit the deck!!" Kevin Reese grabbed the stick an almost broke my neck I'm handcuffed on the ground wit a foot in my back Then they asked me "Hey where the f** our money at??!!" Now I'm stressin cuz the dogs right beside me They took me down so that the under could identify me You got the right one BAY-BEE!! Shot me downtown Threw me in a cell that's drivin me crazy So they booked me Walked me through the court door Stripped me down An gave me some drawls the next n***a wore I'm in my pad makin phone calls So I can post bail Go home An then put on my own drawls Got in touch wit my n***a Yuk What's up fool??!! I got a quarter ounce hidden in the cut Snatch it up Get it off Come an get me Before I go back to court an they judge can get wit me Cuz the D-A Was talkin nonsense at my arraignment An think she's still talkin the same sh** They try an keep me Locked up fo a grip An my public defender ain't sayin sh**!! The deal is zero to twenty-eight days That sh** is filthy!! Now they got a n***a pleadin gulity *(Chorus)* I ain't did nuthin wrong Why should I plead guilty?? They caught me wit no work But they claim that we was filthy I ain't did nuthin wrong Why should I plead guilty?? They caught me wit no work But they claim we doin dirt Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)* It's like sixteen fiends get they welfare checks No po-po a 4-0 an some bomb An I'll be there when it comes to collect No po-po a 4-0 an some bomb Rolled up Know what Don't give a f** what ya do Grama thought I was a goodie two-shoes But I was too true Now fools holla out the window like Rapunzel Give the caulk up, rock up, an chop up my bundle So Through the back pack Gimme the crack sack 9 mill gat An don't grind on any turf that I'm buildin scratch at Jack pot I spot a hundred a sixty-fifth fiends buyin cream By the fifty grip but that's come tricky sh** It's tricky!! They wanna get me, rigg me on the pavement An Ripley's won't believe they had the n***a wit me on survailance Bring heat, to meet two But I can see through The fake a** wanna be true like R2-D2 Bounce so I can start the Operation Stackola Yukmouth, about Wit a whole ounce of crackola Stash the ounce Grab a count I holds down, nobody out, like... ok By the window, then I threw my dope down An frowned That's when I looked suspicious They bust a U-ey now I'm hurdlin fences like Olympics Wit hella sweat on my forehead Mo feds Jumpin off the roof top To lock my a** up like 2Pac Captured I see you in the bushes young ba*tard Don't say sh** Come out before I blast ya!! Ok, I quit! Ahaha! Bob, check him,(I give up man), no dope on him, no man, well You're still goin downtown potna!! *(chorus)*