Get Me Out Of Jail (Maga Remix)

Get Me Out Of Jail (Maga Remix) - Maga

Composed by：Maga

You have the right to remain silent

Anything you say can and will be used against you

In this court of music

If you give up that right

You have a right to an attorney

If you cannot afford one

One will be appointed to you by the state

Could you get me out of jail?

You can't be serious right? you playin' right?

Could you get me out of jail?

Man I ain't even done nothin'

Could you get me out of jail?

Aye look aye somebody get my cell phone

Could you get me out of jail?

I can't use my phone? aw dats some ********

Could you get me out of jail?

Aye shawty my momma if she ain't home call my sister

Could you get me out of jail?

Tell her to call rudy he da bail bondsmen

Could you get me out of jail?

Man look tell them to put the house up or something

Could you get me out of jail?

I don't even know what the hell I'm bein charged wit

Could you get me out of jail?

Hotel hoppin wit a hot thang poppin her

Thang on top of da bed bed bed

She had hair hung down from her head to her neck to back

To the crack of her skyeah yeah

Everythang was fine

Well it seemed fine the whole time

Me and her was in it together

We did a lil bit of this

Lil bit of that

Lil bit of mhm

Lil bit of yeah yeah

Ready to go

Tell her it was time to go

Hold on she was actin like she ain't want to leave and ****

I got a girlfriend

And I'm like a daddy to her kid

And I gotta go home to them trippin

She left and I left

But as soon as I left

I get pulled over by a goddamn cop

Said I done rape somebody

Rape somebody?

Yeah get out of the car

Could you get me out of jail?

Shawty I'm a rapper man I am not a basketball player

Could you get me out of jail?

Man this some ******** man this some kobe bryant ****

Could you get me out of jail?

Man she came here willingly

Could you get me out of jail?

Man I even got pictures on my cellphone

Okay

Sittin in this *********** okay corral

With pimps and oldheads

Playin a lil checkers and chess and

Tryna get my mind of the ********

Waitin on this mean a*s magistrate

To get my paperwork together

Shoulda been outta here so

Where the hell's my folks at?

One o' clock

Two o' clock

Three o' clock

Four

Shift done change

Where the hell yall goin?

They finna take me to change my clothes and

Put me in dat loud a*s jumpsuit orange

Hell nall

Lemme make a phone call

Please yall

Don't do me like this now yall

Oh Lord

What the hell is wrong yall?

My sister got a block on her telephone

Could you get me out of jail?

Could you get me out of jail?

Could you get me out of jail?

Could you get me out of jail?

Could you get me out of jail?

I think I had a little too much to drink 'cause

I was in the club wit my homeboys

Standin there talking to my homegurl

Next thing I know I'm in some handcuffs

Then I got blood on my t-shirt t-shirt

I don't even know what the hell I done

I don't even remember even bein that drunk

All I remember is standin in the parkin lot

And everbody tellin me to hush

I see an ambulance pull up

And then I see a fire truck

And then I see another ambulance pull up

And I'm like what the ****

Why's everybody lookin at me

And why they pointin at me

And what the hell did he give the policeman

That don't belong to me that don't belong to me

Could you get me out of jail? jail?