Project Pat - County Jail lyrics

I don't wanna go to county
Jail no more more more
Its a big fat policeman at my door door door
He'll snatch you by yo collar
Make you pay a dollar
I don't wanna go t county
Jail no more more more

Where is Project? Where is Project?
Here I go here I go
Suckas wanna take me suckas wanna break me
Yeah I know yeah I know
Here they come tha policia
Servin me a warrant
Blastin off my piece-ia that's
How I responded eyes redp off this refia
Stangin like a hornet
Hood slang what I speak to ya
Thugs get up on it hoppin out like a frog
Ribbit ribbit ribbit ribbit
Horny toad dodgin laws let me feel
It can I hit it freak ones wit tha curly
Tongues sturdy givin puns
Early birds came to put the
Worm right down they lungs
Gimme some little incident when
Them blues'll flash
Jump and grab on the atf then I mash tha gas
They just love mane to pull me
Ova cause I'm ghetto star
Any weapons any drugs sir searchin in my car

Sugar me timba dog and blow me down
Pullin out tha tone tone and
Yall don't make a sound
Lay it down for tha mista twista bottle caps
Stick em up like a pirate but without a patch
Chitty chitty bang bang nuthin
But cheese mane
Nitty gritty what I get to wit my thang thang
When you try to come around-a
Don't try to down tha
I represent tha dirty M to tha town-a
Po-pos they be watchin chickens are flockin
I'm game for some brain we
Call Doc and lockin
Tha green is inhaled-a drunk like a sailor
Did you see tha whale-a mane on her tail-a
Tha jail I was locked up
Hell what I went through
Went just like a chef cause I kept a Ginsu
Project doin time now that's just a no no
I don't wanna go to jail no a mo' mo'

Ba ba-buka chickens don't be kissin me
Like Alfred Hitchcock this really
Ain't no mystery
Tha game don't stizop to hell
Wit suckas dissin me
A burnt up blizock will send you penitentiary
Get caught by tha narcs for
Slammin on tha con-a-crete
Charge partna talk for straight
Killin on tha street
You need to wa-watch tha
Company you keepin wit
Tha tones p -p-pop tha bullets
Goin for a snitch a North Memphis veteran I
Ain't scared of nann
Keep my hand on tha metal friend
And that's off tha wam
Understand where I'm comin from playas flexin
Crown Vics, trucks, Chevy, Max
And them Lexins
You can keep it on tha lowsky
Or get you some time
All these hatas gettin nosey you
Stay on tha grind
Like Aaliyah robadowsky knockin suckas out
Ain't no goin back to pokey
What I'm talkin bout