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    "Girls in Jail" Lyrics

    Kool Keith

    [Kool Keith]
    The date - summer, August 25th
    You was transferred from Riker's Island to Attica State Prison
    Gina, Thompson
    I told you you shouldn'ta went out there with those other girls

    And stole a coach bag out of Macy's
    Arguin with me every night, you was crazy
    Callin your grandmother sayin I beat you, you think I'm mental & crazy
    That Benz you pulled up you stole you didn't faze me

    You had a nice body with bikers

    Inmates and female C.O.'s was lookin at your body at Riker's
    I took time to write you a letter
    But you wanted me to put dope in your sweater

    I thought you was sick, with the flu, did you get any better?
    Did you write back your Auntie Trineta? Floss and don't pay
    Jack say he seen you with a drug dealer that day
    You would of been better off takin the subway

    My girl's in jail for life, never comin home - never comin home
    She got to pay the price

    [Kool Keith]
    You got too big in New York
    You needed big hustlers around everywhere you walk
    A lot of Cristal, fake ballers poppin corks
    Now you in a two-inch cell, eatin eggs and pork

    Friday the 13th, your birthday, the worst day
    I still had love for your dumb ass anyway
    Bentley's and Rolls Royces
    The answering machine filled up with mysterious voices

    Your moms Ms. Jones called, I was in the mall, she said,
    "Keith - Tina and Terry got them fake credit cards.
    They got my daughter out there - I ain't seen Gina in two weeks."
    I hung up the phone

    I knew you was workin with some bronze pimp in the streets
    (pimp in the streets.. pimp in the streets)


    [Kool Keith]
    I called the operator to block the calls and stop the calls
    The ceiling in my apartment was leakin like Niagara Falls
    Sendin you a bunch of money, clothes and munchin money
    You got a lot of phone call threats from a girl named Sunny

    I seen the chick from the back
    Puerto Rican girl with a nice ass drivin a black Cadillac
    With a guy with long sideburns, is that your mack?
    (is that your mack.. is that your mack)

    [Chorus: x2]
    This song was submitted on January 1st, 2010 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Roba Music, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Scott Santos, Keith N Thornton.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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