Текст (слова) песни: Spice 1 - 1-800 (Str8 from the Pen)

 
The number you have reached 4x 
 
[ VERSE 1 ] 
We used to piss on the floors in the bathroom 
In Elementary 
I never thought you`d end up in the penitentiary 
Readin these letters you`ve sendin me 
Sippin hennesey watchin my back for enemies 
They wanna see me burried 
I heard you had to put some work in 
when you got there 
Don`t wanna rott there 
Heard niggas plot there 
So what you`re doin bout 5 to 10 
Collect for robert green from the federal pen 
Nigga what you do to get yourself in jail 
He said I`m fightin double murder 
25 with an L 
Can you help me with my lawyer 
I`m gettin kinda broke 
Good girl gone bad 
Niggas got smoked 
Can`t talk too much about it on the phone 
Po-Po`d listen peep game 
Your ass`d never come home , see 
Damn you can`t escape the drama 
Don`t be stressin Imma give the scrilla 
To your baby momma 
I seen your baby boy and he`s doin O.K. 
Lil` playa lookin more and more like you everyday 
Yeah 
You just keep pumpin that iron and watch your back 
Up on the main line 
I make sure that your family`s doin fine 
Comrads since the age of 3 
And I know my patna will do the same for me 
Collect from the pen 
 
[ CHORUS ] 3x 
They are dialin 1-800-C-O-L-L-E-C-T 
Straight from the state penitentiary 
 
They are dialin 1-800-C-O-L-L-E-C-T 
From the federal penitentiary 
 
[ VERSE 2 ] 
They are dialin 1-800-C-O-L-L-E-C-T 
It`s dollar bill Susanville collect for me 
Said he was glad that I`m in the rap game 
Cause in the concrete zoo you livin life like the crap game 
We used to be 2 lil` bad ass kids 
Reminiscin on the dirt that we did 
Back in the day we had to stick together , man 
Gettin the hustle on in any type of weather , man 
Takin the turns 
While we used to keep watch out for the cops 
Never no squabble we was compromisin tradin knots 
Said he was seein all the homies up inside stressin 
Havin suicidal thoughts over lifes lessons 
My people was tryin to call and see if I`m in home yet 
With hella niggas in the back yellin phone checks 
( get out the phone befo` you get stole on ) 
They send my patna to the hole again 
Before the conversation even began 
Collect from the pen 
 
[ CHORUS ] 
 
 
[ VERSE 3 ] 
Hello you reached the east bay gangster S-P-I-C-E 
Well its the homie from the federal penitentiary 
What you have doin black 
You call your momma back 
She`s stressin hard as you off where you at 
I seen your sendin pictures with your yokes on 
Braided hair with them crazy black locks on 
Mad dog and ?? hog throwin up the hood 
Be right here smokin Broccoli with me if you could 
Peep this 
My little patna been in jail so long 
That he ain`t even thinkin bout comin home 
You got the only family that he know besides 
his momma in the pen with him 
And all the oldschool comrads is in with him 
I didn`t have to ask him what he pulled them licks for 
You get them pictures that I send you of my `64 
Yeah , you know the one we always used to ride in 
The one them suckers try to run up on the side in 
We strapped quick as soon as he tried to get in 
Never forget the dirty work you put in 
Collect from the pen 
 
[ CHORUS ] 
 
The number you have reached : 
5-5-5-4-7-3-5 
Has been disconnected 
You stupid muthafucka !!
 

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