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You know i never was no choir boy
Ya folks got a gang of priors
Maybe that's why the one time's be triflin
Tryin to give a young nigga thirty five to life
When i ain't even done nothin wrong off icer
I have no in fo to offer ya
He asked my name so i came off the brain
Told him "i'm john doe and this is my hoe jane"
He said "smart mouth nigga don't make me do ya"
Put my thumbprint in his high tech computer
My name came back with a warrant, felo-nies
Now they got me down-town, spread my anus
Buttock, i'm like, "what the fuck is it now?"
He said, "you robbed a liquor store; we know where, when and how"
It's foul, they got a nigga to' up from the, flo' up
My mom, in the courtroom lookin like she bout to throw up
It's a strong armed robbery, strapped in the commision
At my pre-trial conference, d.a. had a proposition
He said if i lose at trial i'd get the ? with the l on top
But take the deal he'd give me five with havin most of the charges
Dropped
Hopped on the deal quicker than blast, and said
"i admit that, but two and a half ain't bad i got getback"
They sentenced me to five, two i gotta bring
It's only strike one swing, batta batta swing
Chorus:
It's one-eight-seven on the d.a., cause they
Ain't tryin to give a young motherfucker no leeway
Yes yes... y'all
One-eight-seven on the whole courtroom, motherfuck em all