ฟังเพลง3 Strikes

3 Strikes (三振出局) - King George/Master p/Silkk The Shocker/Lil Ric

Yeah an' I'm here to see King George

Is y'all gonna let that fool outta jail

Sit down just for that

I'm gonna give

That ni**a twenty to life

Burn ni**a burn

Chillin' in the courthouse stuck in jail

Time movin' slow just like a snail

Handcuffed to the rail

Dealt a bad deal

Quiet in the court

When the judge said bail

Caught up in the system can't get loose

Mow wear jump suit

And black stained boots

Twenty-five went to hell that's what I get

No I don't smoke but

I can go for a cigarette

Another black man

In the cell doing time

My name's on my chest number 6639

If I gotta die King George ain't scared

With a bald head I be better of dead

3 strikes and they tryin'

To give a ni**a life

My man is still in jail

3 strikes and they tryin'

To give a ni**a life

My man is still in jail

3 strikes and they tryin'

To give a ni**a life

My man is still in jail

3 strikes and they tryin'

To give a ni**a life

My man is still in jail

Don't stress on me

Keep the money on the book

Any fool cross me

Mother f**ker gettin' took

It's all going down

Blame it on the white man

Spike in my hand

King George with a chain gang

Moving right ahead you heard

What I said

You not gettin' paid

You wondering why you dead

In your blue jeans

Mother f**ker wanna

Know how I get mine

Don't do the crime if

You can't do the hard time

Strapped down through a

T with a sharp knife

I never seen more niggas

In my whole life

3 strikes and they tryin'

To give a ni**a life

My man is still in jail

3 strikes and they tryin'

To give a ni**a life

My man is still in jail

3 strikes and they tryin'

To give a ni**a life

My man is still in jail

3 strikes and they tryin'

To give a ni**a life

My man is still in jail

God damn what they got you for man

Aww man sh*t burglary

Armed robbery 187

F**k it aww assault

And battery on the police

You know what I'm sayin' man sh*t

Man this snitch got me right

This snitch ratted on me man

I was like on Cut Boulevard

This ni**a named Roy he seen me

I had the d**e

You know what I'm sayin'

I took the d**e from the b**ch

Then this white lady came

I hit her in her head

Dropped the b**ch in the car

Chopped her fingers

Off man then I fled up that

And they caught me up

In East Oakland man

Man sh*t I ain't trippin' though dogg

Sh*t I'm a soldier like you

See this blue arm band I got on

Ni**a I'm on Santa Rita

I'm on the side with the killas

I'm Joseph Wilson ni**a

I ain't here with them hoes or the rest

Of them old hoe a** niggas man

Shh shh be quiet man here

Come the captain here come the captain

Listen up when

I read your name off the list

You gonna know

Where you gonna be at in the morning

Robert Jordan

Your going to the pen son

King George your going up

The river for a very long time

And Joseph Wilson

Yeah man your going to traffic court son

Aww nah that ain't me man

Look they got me confused

I'm going to the pen

Say king man I'm