Текст песни Spice 1 - 1-800 (Str8 from the Pen), слова песни Spice 1

Текст песни Spice 1 - 1-800 (Str8 from the Pen)

Spice 1 - 1-800 (Str8 from the Pen) слова песни

The number you have reached 4x[ VERSE 1 ]We used to piss on the floors in the bathroomIn ElementaryI never thought you`d end up in the penitentiaryReadin these letters you`ve sendin meSippin hennesey watchin my back for enemiesThey wanna see me burriedI heard you had to put some work inwhen you got thereDon`t wanna rott thereHeard niggas plot thereSo what you`re doin bout 5 to 10Collect for robert green from the federal penNigga what you do to get yourself in jailHe said I`m fightin double murder25 with an LCan you help me with my lawyerI`m gettin kinda brokeGood girl gone badNiggas got smokedCan`t talk too much about it on the phonePo-Po`d listen peep gameYour ass`d never come home , seeDamn you can`t escape the drama Don`t be stressin Imma give the scrilla To your baby mommaI seen your baby boy and he`s doin O.K.Lil` playa lookin more and more like you everydayYeahYou just keep pumpin that iron and watch your backUp on the main lineI make sure that your family`s doin fineComrads since the age of 3And I know my patna will do the same for meCollect from the pen[ CHORUS ] 3xThey are dialin 1-800-C-O-L-L-E-C-TStraight from the state penitentiaryThey are dialin 1-800-C-O-L-L-E-C-TFrom the federal penitentiary[ VERSE 2 ]They are dialin 1-800-C-O-L-L-E-C-TIt`s dollar bill Susanville collect for meSaid he was glad that I`m in the rap gameCause in the concrete zoo you livin life like the crap gameWe used to be 2 lil` bad ass kidsReminiscin on the dirt that we didBack in the day we had to stick together , manGettin the hustle on in any type of weather , manTakin the turns While we used to keep watch out for the copsNever no squabble we was compromisin tradin knotsSaid he was seein all the homies up inside stressinHavin suicidal thoughts over lifes lessonsMy people was tryin to call and see if I`m in home yetWith hella niggas in the back yellin phone checks ( get out the phone befo` you get stole on )They send my patna to the hole again Before the conversation even beganCollect from the pen[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 3 ]Hello you reached the east bay gangster S-P-I-C-EWell its the homie from the federal penitentiaryWhat you have doin blackYou call your momma back She`s stressin hard as you off where you atI seen your sendin pictures with your yokes onBraided hair with them crazy black locks onMad dog and ?? hog throwin up the hoodBe right here smokin Broccoli with me if you couldPeep thisMy little patna been in jail so longThat he ain`t even thinkin bout comin homeYou got the only family that he know besideshis momma in the pen with himAnd all the oldschool comrads is in with himI didn`t have to ask him what he pulled them licks forYou get them pictures that I send you of my `64Yeah , you know the one we always used to ride inThe one them suckers try to run up on the side inWe strapped quick as soon as he tried to get inNever forget the dirty work you put inCollect from the pen[ CHORUS ]The number you have reached :5-5-5-4-7-3-5Has been disconnected You stupid muthafucka !!

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1-800 (Str8 from the Pen)

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