G Perico - Finally Off Parole lyrics
[G Perico - Finally Off Parole lyrics]
They done let me go
Three years was way too long
Every month I had to see 'em twice
Hot control
Now I feel free, 'bout to buy some new shit
And show the whole world how G Perico do shit
Now I can finally say how I feel on the real
They extended my shit and I kept on appealing
Hit the office in my beamer
Always talking shit
I ain't been in trouble, fuck a job
I'm a crip i got game from old niggas
And game from rich niggas
My celly was a lifer, that killed niggas
Uh, my real homies love to see me shining
They all know I ain't a rapper
I'm a convict
I failed a statistic now it's
A whole different category
The one percent of rich niggas
That's in the world
Gotta get close to it, bring my locs to it
Blue , drink 'nac' and then smoke to it
I lost money 'cross the
Country 'cause these motherfuckers
State parole
It's a bunch of punk motherfuckers
They done let gangster Gibs out
That just goes to show
Watch the lies from a bitch mouth
Yeah, bitch
Straight from the motherfuckin' cell block
To the motherfuckin' Bently lot, Nigga
You know what I'm sayin, nigga?
You better save some money
For them motherfuckin' legal
Fees 'cause you losing with that public
On God
Fuck the office and fuck Bill Clinton
One reason prison population charted
I used to shoot hoop
Went to jail now I'm ridin'
'round free in the coupe
Blue rag around the column
'bout to go shoppin'
Get my jeans from Niemans and
My shoes from the Slausson
I'm living better than the PO
That's why they hatin'
Max me out hopin' that I violated
Brung me in about a murder in
A city I ain't never been
I brung my lawyer, any questions
You can ask him
Now I don't hang with suckers
And niggas hangin' with suckers
Walking around like they ain't suckers
I'm just a gangsta nigga from the way
Flying straight
How could you hoe niggas fix your
Lips to ever start hatin'
Off parole, now I'm back hangin' free
G slippin' 'cause my homies ain't
Down with peace treaties
'Bout to make my first million
And it's lookin' good
Hope you punk POs sit and watch me do it
Fuck y'all
Yeah g Perico, shit don't stop, bitch!
Finally off parole 10-22-16
Which is my daughter birthday, too
You know I mean?
Just gave back my second number
First one, F-4-8-5-7-5
Second one, A-M-4-1-8-9
Shit don't stop, So Way Out, bitch!
Fuck y'all
Three years was way too long
Every month I had to see 'em twice
Hot control
Now I feel free, 'bout to buy some new shit
And show the whole world how G Perico do shit
Now I can finally say how I feel on the real
They extended my shit and I kept on appealing
Hit the office in my beamer
Always talking shit
I ain't been in trouble, fuck a job
I'm a crip i got game from old niggas
And game from rich niggas
My celly was a lifer, that killed niggas
Uh, my real homies love to see me shining
They all know I ain't a rapper
I'm a convict
I failed a statistic now it's
A whole different category
The one percent of rich niggas
That's in the world
Gotta get close to it, bring my locs to it
Blue , drink 'nac' and then smoke to it
I lost money 'cross the
Country 'cause these motherfuckers
State parole
It's a bunch of punk motherfuckers
They done let gangster Gibs out
That just goes to show
Watch the lies from a bitch mouth
Yeah, bitch
Straight from the motherfuckin' cell block
To the motherfuckin' Bently lot, Nigga
You know what I'm sayin, nigga?
You better save some money
For them motherfuckin' legal
Fees 'cause you losing with that public
On God
Fuck the office and fuck Bill Clinton
One reason prison population charted
I used to shoot hoop
Went to jail now I'm ridin'
'round free in the coupe
Blue rag around the column
'bout to go shoppin'
Get my jeans from Niemans and
My shoes from the Slausson
I'm living better than the PO
That's why they hatin'
Max me out hopin' that I violated
Brung me in about a murder in
A city I ain't never been
I brung my lawyer, any questions
You can ask him
Now I don't hang with suckers
And niggas hangin' with suckers
Walking around like they ain't suckers
I'm just a gangsta nigga from the way
Flying straight
How could you hoe niggas fix your
Lips to ever start hatin'
Off parole, now I'm back hangin' free
G slippin' 'cause my homies ain't
Down with peace treaties
'Bout to make my first million
And it's lookin' good
Hope you punk POs sit and watch me do it
Fuck y'all
Yeah g Perico, shit don't stop, bitch!
Finally off parole 10-22-16
Which is my daughter birthday, too
You know I mean?
Just gave back my second number
First one, F-4-8-5-7-5
Second one, A-M-4-1-8-9
Shit don't stop, So Way Out, bitch!
Fuck y'all