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    "County Jail" Lyrics

    Project Pat

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    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

    [Project Pat]
    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 red 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
    Pointed toes 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

    [Chorus x2]

    [Project Pat]
    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'

    [Chorus x2]

    [Project Pat]
    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

    [Chorus x2]
    This song was submitted on December 14th, 2009 and last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC.
    Written by Jordan Houston, Patrick Houston, Paul D Beauregard.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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