(feat. Nelly) [whip sounds] Ha ha! [W.C.] It's been a minute that I've been sittin up in this cell Thinkin of many ways that I can get paid escapin jail My life is like a football game, I'm movin the chains Tryin to score so I could maneuver the Range I hear police callin my name, I ball in no lane Tryin to hit the wall, make the ghetto hall of fame It's third and long, got a lot of yards to gain I'm federal, youse a misdemeanor, you small change It's that, S-W-A-N-G affiliate From the penitentiary to the club, love I'm sendin it Turn me out and throw it up and get your boogie on And let me see those fingers in the sky if you feelin it I'm sick, and ain't no curin me, maximum security can't stop my back bumper draggin through your community Process me, lock me down, level me hard kid I still come out swingin like Ron Artest, nigga [whip sounds] Ha ha! [Chorus: Nelly] Is it the concrete, or the walls Maybe it's the bars, might be the guards Nigga this is LOCKDOWN - lock 'em down, lock 'em down This is LOCKDOWN - lock 'em down, lock 'em down Is it the concrete, or the walls Maybe it's the bars, might be the guards Nigga this is LOCKDOWN - I'm 'bout to whip yo' ass mayne [whip sounds] Ha ha! [W.C.] Nigga the bang bang get up Skip skippin through the lane, swang, look at Dub Swangin, still feelin 'em all, I can't wait to get out When I touch-down nia I'ma turn shit out Looka there, biddy-by-by, buh-by-by beddy-bye nigga Lights out, Dub and Nelly 'bout to shut the lights off C-walkin on the industry, spittin with all my energy Dedicated to my niggaz in the penitentiary Ladies bounce to this, sip Cris', get drunk to this Refs walks to this, dawgs thump to this On my mind is my fetti, itchin for the day that I can parole and jack the nose on a Chevy Three-wheel to the St. Lou' and connect with Nelly Jump in the Escalade on them deuce-four Pirellis, nigga Money is freedom and freedom is cash And anything between me and my freedom I'll whup an ass [whip sounds] Ha ha! [Chorus] [W.C.] Yeah, Dub stay chuckin the pavement, I'm anti-general populated Hood related, the industry most hated Cause I ball greedy and rhyme for mine (c'mon) I'm willin to die for mine (c'mon) While haters hate from the sideline I'm like Fabolous, I make you "Breathe" hard, leavin ya bleedin and scarred PC'd up on the sensitive knee guard Dub Central ain't no surrender, spit for repetitive offenders Facin D.A.'s with public defenders nigga [whip sounds] Ha ha! [Chorus]
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