TRU, King George, Master P, Tobin Casten - 3 Strikes lyrics
[TRU, King George, Master P, Tobin Casten - 3 Strikes lyrics]
Yeah an I'm here to see King George
Is y'all gonna let that fool outta jail
Sit down just for that I'm gonna
Give that nigga 20 to life burn nigga burn
Chillin' in the courthouse stuck in jail
Time movin' slow, just like a snail
Hand-cuffed to the rail, delt a bad deal
Quiet in the court when the judge said bail
Caught up in the system can't get loose
Loud orange jump suit and black stained boots
25 with an L, that's what I get
No I don't smoke but I can go for a cigarette
Another black man in the cell doing time
My name's on my chest number 6639
If I gotta die, King George ain't scared
With a bald head, I be better of dead
3 Strikes and they tryin' to
Give a nigga life my man is still in jail
Don't stress on me
Keep the money on the book
Any fool cross me mother fucker gettin' took
It's all going down
Blame it on the white man spike in my hand
King George with a chain gang
Moving right ahead you heard what I said
You not gettin' paid
You wondering why you dead
In your blue jeans
Mother fucker wanna know how I get mine
Don't do the crime if you
Can't do the hard time
Strapped down through a T with a sharp knife
I never seen more niggas in my whole life
3 Strikes and they tryin' to
Give a nigga life my man is still in jail
God damn, what they got you for man
Aww man shit, burglary, armed robbery, 187
Fuck it aww
Assault and battery on the police
You know what i'm sayin', man shit
Man this snitch got me right
This snitch ratted on me man
I was like on Cut Boulevard
This nigga named Roy he seen me
I had the dope you know what i'm sayin'
I took the dope from the bitch
Then this white lady came
I hit her in her head
Dropped the bitch in the car
Chopped her fingers off man then
I fled up that
And they caught me up in East Oakland man
Man shit, I ain't trippin' though dogg
Shit i'm a soldier like you
See this blue arm band I got on
Nigga i'm on Santa Rita
I'm on the side with the killas
I'm Joseph Wilson nigga
I ain't here with them hoes or the rest
Of them old hoe ass niggas man
Shh shh be quiet man here come
The captain here come the captain
Listen up, when I read your name off the list
You gonna know where you gonna
Be at in the morning
Robert Jordan, your going to the Pen son
King George
Your going up the river for a very long time
And Joseph Wilson
Yeah man your going to traffic court son
Aww nah that ain't me man
Look, they got me confused
I'm going to the Pen say King man I'm
Is y'all gonna let that fool outta jail
Sit down just for that I'm gonna
Give that nigga 20 to life burn nigga burn
Chillin' in the courthouse stuck in jail
Time movin' slow, just like a snail
Hand-cuffed to the rail, delt a bad deal
Quiet in the court when the judge said bail
Caught up in the system can't get loose
Loud orange jump suit and black stained boots
25 with an L, that's what I get
No I don't smoke but I can go for a cigarette
Another black man in the cell doing time
My name's on my chest number 6639
If I gotta die, King George ain't scared
With a bald head, I be better of dead
3 Strikes and they tryin' to
Give a nigga life my man is still in jail
Don't stress on me
Keep the money on the book
Any fool cross me mother fucker gettin' took
It's all going down
Blame it on the white man spike in my hand
King George with a chain gang
Moving right ahead you heard what I said
You not gettin' paid
You wondering why you dead
In your blue jeans
Mother fucker wanna know how I get mine
Don't do the crime if you
Can't do the hard time
Strapped down through a T with a sharp knife
I never seen more niggas in my whole life
3 Strikes and they tryin' to
Give a nigga life my man is still in jail
God damn, what they got you for man
Aww man shit, burglary, armed robbery, 187
Fuck it aww
Assault and battery on the police
You know what i'm sayin', man shit
Man this snitch got me right
This snitch ratted on me man
I was like on Cut Boulevard
This nigga named Roy he seen me
I had the dope you know what i'm sayin'
I took the dope from the bitch
Then this white lady came
I hit her in her head
Dropped the bitch in the car
Chopped her fingers off man then
I fled up that
And they caught me up in East Oakland man
Man shit, I ain't trippin' though dogg
Shit i'm a soldier like you
See this blue arm band I got on
Nigga i'm on Santa Rita
I'm on the side with the killas
I'm Joseph Wilson nigga
I ain't here with them hoes or the rest
Of them old hoe ass niggas man
Shh shh be quiet man here come
The captain here come the captain
Listen up, when I read your name off the list
You gonna know where you gonna
Be at in the morning
Robert Jordan, your going to the Pen son
King George
Your going up the river for a very long time
And Joseph Wilson
Yeah man your going to traffic court son
Aww nah that ain't me man
Look, they got me confused
I'm going to the Pen say King man I'm