Slick Rick, Warren G - Behind Bars (Dum Ditty Dum Mix) lyrics

Check this out, this Warren G
Y'know I'm sayin'?
Chillin' with my man Slick Rick, you know?
And we gon' give you all a
Little tale about that 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 in Razor Blade City
Cry, suppose the situation seen
Mad eyes of foes
Drives a Rolls, "Hey, yo, money
What size are those?"
Need to phone me to another sprang up, hm
To gang up
On this kid housin' the phone like he
Didn't know how to hang up
Would be hard, though, up to a
Minute or so and then yells, "Time on"
"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 save, way off
Beaten to death, you ain't protectin' me
Forgot today's my day off
Hold my head and drift the Sumo
Weight in knots 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 LA 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
CO 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?"
"CO 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 CO, "Ricky Walters, pack up
You're bailed out"
The CO 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