Tonalité : C major
Verse 1
C
(980505A) Yeah nigga what
(You made parole) What?
(Pack your stuff) The fuck?
(And get the fuck out of here) A-
ha ha
Fm
Hey yo man, it's about motherfuckin'
time man
Hey yo G, hey yo G son,
C
I got my papers man
I'm out this motherfucker!
Verse 2
C
Yeah, I'm out of jail, and
I'm never going back again
Never selling heroin,
never selling crack again
F
Don't work for the government
coke packagin
Fm
Don't fire indiscriminate,
C
with the mac again
My people are stuck behind
glass like a mannequin
They pretend to give a fuck, just
like the Vatican
Fm
Second chance, faith based,
two- faced Samaritans
C
Every time we come
back, they... [record rewinds]
I'm out of jail, and
I'm never going back again
Never selling heroin,
never selling crack again
I'm out of jail,
and I'm never going back again
I'm out of,
Fm
I'm out of (I'm out this motherfucker!)
Verse 3
C
Yeah, I'm out of jail,
and I'm never going back again
Never selling heroin,
Fm
never selling crack again
C
Don't work for the government
coke packagin'
Fm
Don't fire indiscriminate,
F
with the mac again
C
My people are stuck behind
glass like a mannequin
They pretend to give a fuck,
F
Fm
just like the Vatican
C
Second chance, faith based,
two- faced Samaritans
Every time we come back,
Fm
they keep on cashin' in
C
Prison labor,
third- world sweatshop comparisons
'til we kidnap the whole
Fm
fuckin' garrison
C
Yeah, poverty, makes people do,
reckless things
Fm
But corporations do worse
to protect they bling
C
Prisons are more,
overcrowded than the rap game
Fm
They say you more likely to go to jail
C
with a black name
Freakonomics that I speak through Ebonics
Fm
And fuck Phonics, little niggas is
F
(Hooked On)chronic
C
But if you on stage with the DEA,
as your hype man
Fm
Don't get yourself locked up,
C
and blame the white man
We transformed gangs and
criminal enterprises
Fm
Usin' O.G.'s as advisers
C
Before they, send us to war,
after they divide us
But I won't let 'em use us like Teddy
Fm
C
Roosevelt's Rough Riders
My movement's like a jujitsu kata
I graduated outta prison,
Fm
so fuck my alma mater nigga
C
Verse 4
(Hello?) Yeah yeah,
what's up yo?
Fm
(Hey, how you doin'?) Yo,
you know what?
C
I just got my papers (you're
fuckin' lying!)
Yo I'm comin' home to you,
F
I'll see you in like a day and a half
C
(Oh my God, I'm so happy!
Are you serious?)
Fm
(I'm so happy! Are you
fuckin' serious?)
C
Yeah, I'm dead serious baby,
I'm comin' home (oh my God!)
Put the little blue thing on for me, aight?
Fm
F
C
(You got that baby, yeah!)
Verse 5
C
I'm on parole, and
Db
I'll never be alone again
C
Gm
Fuck this place baby,
Fm
I'm comin' home again
C
Shorty wrapped around me so
I'll, never be cold again
Gm
Fm
Never have to knock a nigga out,
for the phone again
C
Prison ain't the place that you find
your right of passage in
It's slavery,
Fm
with nasty food in your abdomen
C
Middle passage, bottom of the ship,
how they pack 'em in
Perpetrators on some fake
Fm
shit, sweeter than saccharin
C
Jailhouse snitches without
corroborating evidence
Fm
Niggas sellin' niggas out for true to be,
Benjamins
C
But now I'm free, hit the block,
eatin' Entenmann's
Benihana in and out,
Fm
flow to eat to enter in
C
Newspaper penicillin, tryin
to pay the rent again
Fm
Ex- con job interview, nobody
answerin'
C
Feelin violent from the
frustation' I got pent up in
Fm
But not tryin' to go back to the place,
I was sent up in
C
Turn my own life around,
fuck the establishment
Fm
Listenin' to hip- hop like "Where the
fuck the talent went?"
C
How the fuck did you replace,
lyrics with your swaggerin'
I'm a fix that,
Fm
rhymin' on with the mag- a- num
C
I roll up in a caravan,
full of North Africans
My squad got,
Fm
more soldier niggas than the Saracens
C
Cause just watch (watch!) when
the terrorists attack again
Fm
Their reaction's gonna be draft
'em and send us back again
Verse 6
Cm
C
I'm on parole,
Db
and I'll never be alone again
C
Gm
Fuck this place baby,
Fm
I'm comin' home again
C
Shorty wrapped around me so I'll,
Db
never be cold again
C
Gm
Fm
Never have to knock a nigga out,
for the phone again
Cm
C
Prison ain't the place that you find
your right of passage in
It's slavery,
Gm
Fm
with nasty food in your abdomen
C
Cm
C
Middle passage, bottom of the ship,
Db
how they pack 'em in
C
Gm
Fm
Perpetrators on some fake shit,
sweeter than saccharin
I'm on parole
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