Z-Ro - Bring My Mail lyrics

That's right nigga
King of the Ghetto in this check it out

I'd like to thank my fans
For all the love mail and the hate mail
Every time I was in jail
An the judge didn't let me make bail
The prosecutor gave me my time
And laughed in my face
Cause he knows I'm goin' from
First to last place
So I'm makin out another commissary list
Stamped envelopes, soups
Oatmeal and tuna fish
Soda, candy, cool offs
Coffee is as close to codeine as I can get it
Hopin this weekend I get another visit
But, I ain't stressin I'm
Just countin down weeks
Poppin muscle relaxers so I'm always sleep
The warden want the CO's to catch me slippin
But they ain't trippin
So they bringin me burgers
And barbecue chicken some of them love me
Some of them they can't stand me
Probably cause I'm rich and in
The world I ride candy
They think they put me through hell
But, I can't tell
It don't matter what they do as
Long as they bring my mail

Bring my maaaaaiiiillll
Bring my mail my mail
(My mail, my mail, my mail)
You can bring my maaaaaiiiillll
Bring my mail my mail
(My mail, my mail, my mail)

Ain't nothin on the TV but Jerry Springer
And the sexy guard in the picket
But the windows are tinted so
You can barely see her
I really hope they call rec in a sec
Otherwise work out a lil bit or
Try to get a channel check
Certain officers try to give me a hard time
And the GI's watching tryin to catch
Me throwin up gang signs
For no reason at all
They constantly harrass me
Tryin to get me to lose my temper
So they can gas me it's funny
Cause, I got so much pride they can't
Take none of it from me
They just mad cause they
Ain't makin enough money
And still gotta work on holidays
All day and night
Takin it out on me, cause I'm in all white
But, it's all right I just lay back
When I get out I'd love to see they
Faces when I peel out in my Maybach
Meanwhile I can't even tell I'm in jail
Cause, I'm doin swell
Y'all can kiss my ass on the
Way to bring my mail

Bring my maaaaaiiiillll
Bring my mail my mail
(My mail, my mail, my mail)
You can bring my maaaaaiiiillll
Bring my mail my mail
(My mail, my mail, my mail)

I'm usually out eatin for the holidays
But instead
I be sharin meat packs and noodles
With my cellies and we fed
Cause we're two gun runnin homies
Gettin hit up
Drinkin hooch till we fall off and
It's hard to get up
But there's always one that wanna ruin it
You know the one that's
Always pointin fingers
He the one that be doin it
Runnin off at the mouth but ain't man
Enough to repeat it to the ranks
So they takin both the TV's out the tank
No necessities either
But we can wash our own clothes
But somebody gon' get slit if we don't
Get to watch the Super Bowl
I don't even look at television in the world
So I'm good I'll write a rap
Or write a couple of girls
Or read me a book to put some fat on my brain
Before I come back to prison they'll
Have to murder me mayn
My in and out the jailhouse gotta stop
But in the meantime I gotta see
How many new pictures I got bring my mail

Bring my maaaaaiiiillll
Bring my mail my mail
(My mail, my mail, my mail)
You can bring my maaaaaiiiillll
Bring my mail my mail
(My mail, my mail, my mail)