Текст песни Jayo Felony - The Loc is on his own
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IntroYea, dedicated to all my homeboysIn the California Youth AuthorityMuch LoveVerse One:I caught another case, so the Loc needs bailbut your people act funny, when you`re sittin in a cellI didn`t get mail so jail was like hellout of anger, I shank `em in the neck in the stairwellI remember potacaine was used to rock upIt was a trip on how I got locked up10 saltine crackers runnin at me with yellow coatsyellin "Don`t move or catch a hot one to the throat"you learn real fast to put your hands up quick, blackYo, just put an `out of order` sign on your bozackI didn`t twitch, scratch or itchthey found a nine in my inside pocket ain`t that a bitchA short and quick trip to the County straight dramathe first call I made was collect to my mamaI didn`t go see her before I went to jailbut now I wanted her to come visitsend money orders and post bailTill I remembered that I`m grownSo now I gotta handle it myself, foolthe Loc is on his ownChorus:The Loc is on His OwnMoms was trippin` she got a block on the phoneI can`t call home, the Loc is on his ownMoms was trippin` she got a block on the phoneI can`t call home, the Loc is on his ownMoms was trippin` she got a block on the phoneVerse Two:Yea Moms I love you tooI understand that your tired of the bullshit I put you throwI pleaded not guilty, Gwith no intentions of going to trial, I got the pleaNow the cops got another young nigga off the streetsHe`s coming back to fish for some more meatPuttin marked money on a hook to real us inor sit in this little ass bucket called the Penand they`ll give you a day when you`ll be freehuh, but it ain`t no garanteebecause you might get the shovelbe the next one to find out is it a god in the devilbut it you can hold your own and mind your ownyou live long,take no shit and stay strongsome fake religon and play with churchesthey put pretty boys with hard niggaz on purposeI ain`t heard from non of my peoples, homesbut that`s ai-ight thoughthe Bullet Loc is on his ownChorusPolo T-shirt, now I`m creasing up my 501`shoping they gonna give me some sunNo So-GlowPimp Daddy Afrothe Loc ain`t about to shaveI`m comin like a mob in 9-4comb in my left back pocket, it`s timetry to get Parole in this long ass linemy big homie walked out with his head down lowI said yo, big boo, what the fuck they shoot you down formy brotha wants to kill the piggave him a year because his arms are too bigit`s fucked up in jailif you`re holdin a bowl with some change,your goin back in your cellthey let me go, I grabbed my heatersnow I`m down with the niggaz in the shell-toe Adidasand we going to make this money, all of itnot a little bitI`m smokin on the Indo until I get illiterateleave me alone, trick, I`m in a full zonemy money`s on the microphoneThe Loc is on his ownChorusShe got a block on the phone