"Attention all nigga rows and nigga hoes
Weve decided to rob this motherfucker the legal way
Nobs injecting ourselves to become property on the stock
In the penal system. In the justice system"
Penitentiary, I hear you calling me
As the world turns, it burns while its spinning
Coming to a fucked-up ending
I cant wait till the day everything in the hood is straight
And I can hit the purty gates
Until then, the pen is unfair
Slave ships in the middle of nowhere (ma)
I lets my goddamn hair grow (ma)
Bellin in court, lookin like a scarecrow
On Capital Hill, they them passed a bill
Coming at me with a fucked-up deal (nah)
The judge gave me a L
But yall cant tell
I wait and cry in my cell
Convicted negro, superhero
Speaker at our house
Takin lyrics in my mouth
Bitches in the south showin ass (mm)
Mix a lot, got hoes puttin titties on the glass
We blast in the west for example
And rap about this shit over funkadelic samples
Yo babies see me kill a fool on TV (Wilson!)
And straight call me a G
Penitentiary, I hear you calling me
Penitentiary, I hear you calling me
Thinkin of illegal ways to get paid
But it aint shit, got to be legit
South-central L.A.
You can buy your game from the C.I.A., hey-hey
And South-central L.A.
You can buy your game from the C.I.A. baby
When the evil outweighs the good
And you only give a fuck about rucks
The Earth will self-destruct (Bitch)
Fuck the ozone layer, bitch Im a playa (Bitch)
Plus we got a black mayor
I get sex when I shows flex (Booom!)
Porbey Rolex (Booom!)
Which hoe is next? (Booom!)
Would you like a piece of me? Not a mate
Calling you a hoe cos Im fucking on the first day (uh)
My world is a one-mile radius
I swear every other hood is the shadiest (uh)
Could the crips and bloods be all rotten
When the trilateral commission is plottin?
What you gonna do when the Earth erupts?
Some niggaz gettin nuts outa carafel cups (punk)
Fool you on masters woe
But wont even think about, sucking Bob Doe (punk)
Asshole from the Senate
How can you relate to a project tennant?
Motherfuck you and not the courtman, no corrections
Tryina get a section of this west-side connection
Just because you gotta stay
You aint gotta rot away
We gon come and get you one day
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