Behind Bars

Check this out, this Warren G, Y'know what I'm saying Chilling wit my man Slick Rick, you know And we gonna give you all a little tale about this jail stuff You know, so Rick, why don't you run it homie, yeah In the slammer kid but I'm innocent, Lord played witty Wasn't havin' any pity now wit razor blades, did he Cry suppose the situation seen mad eyes of foes Drives a Rolls, hey yo, money, what size are those Need to phone me to anothe sprang up, hmm to gang up On the skid, housin' the phone like he didn't know how to hang up Would be hard though ought a minute or so and then yells time on a And when you get your commissary, buy this and that or else I'm gonna Be on that ass and won't stay off, extort, fig I say, way off Beaten death, you ain't protectin' me, forgot today's my day off Hold my head and drift the sumo weighin' nuts and cars Instead of sittin' here accumulatin' cuts and scars, behind bars Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day This type of shit happens every day See, some punk locked up to get beat down Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day This type of shit happens every day Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace Mr. Slick Rick, let me take it for a second And tell a short tale about the L.A. county jail 9500, that was the lock up When the lights got dim, it was time for the sock-up Jackin' for the money, back-stab was my mission If a riot jumped off, it's time for incision Stickin' niggas here and stickin' niggas there I turned around and looked and seen cops everywhere Jackin' brothers up, slappin' brothers up If you got blood on yo' clothes, lock up! High-powered was the level, level fo' Niggas sentenced to life and you can't be no hoe (biaatch!) Or you get tooken with homies overlookin' Esés next door with the Puma, straight cookin' (Come here, homes) Lighten up the whole module Huh! God damn, yeah, another squabble Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day This type of shit happens every day See, some punk locked up to get beat down Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day This type of shit happens every day Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace What fight? The nigga trip, C.O. the rest he might scared But couldn't squeal, I's like, "Officer, that nigga right there" Now, if he ain't get me his friend's will, needed a utensil It turned out, I had to stab him in the eye wit a pencil State of shock, he made a yell, I said, "Huh, what you want, traitor?" "C.O. puts me in the bin", I'll say about a month later Back in population, didn't matter that his friends tensed The phone prints, the years added to the sentence Still chillin' and all of that and I escaped when I didn't think So, don't hit the sto' because they made a rape attempt Thank goodness, failed, called out next, he wailed out Here go the C.O., "Ricky Walters, pack up, you're bailed out" The C.O. couldn't see the rape, the kid'll snitch mass figure Fast trigger, you'll be back, you little bitch ass nigga Au revoir, back to datin' sluts and stars At least for now, no more accumulatin' cuts and scars behind bars Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day This type of shit happens every day See, some punk locked up to get beat down Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day This type of shit happens every day Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day This type of shit happens every day See, some punk locked up to get beat down Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day This type of shit happens every day Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace