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[Chorus] 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
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[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'
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[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
