County Jail

[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

[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]