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[black rob - almost mumbling] They said that I'm a rottweiler And I'm from the rottweiler house, the rottweiler new york [g-dep] Really, get smacked
finally got me outta that rotten jail If you ever want to get a fist in your eye Just mention a Saturday Night Fish Fry I don't care how many fish in
will here the wispher from the pound my vision is a crown blind side building atf i doing it from the ground my boys sending pictres in their jail house
Big time, we probably shoot this joint up on tropics When we eat fish like whiteies And bitches have all nighties Suckin' dick, me I'm on some jail shit
finally got me outta that rotten jail Now if you ever want to get a fist in your eye Just mention a Saturday night fish fry Don't care how many fish
got me outta that rotten jail If you ever wanna go get a fist in your eye Just mention a saturday night fish fry I don't care how many fish in the sea
, I'm gonna make it Yeah, ohh, fight to stay alive I was raised out on these mean streets You know where poverty and hell meet Brothers get jail and
to the sound of the birds And I don't want to live in a jail house Don't wanna bide my time in no jail house No, I don't want to live in no jail house
around like the F.B.I And when you come home from work sayin who gave you a ride You in jail whoadi or on house arrest, that nigga don't wanna fuck
of doe, I do it so well You can tell it raise hell but the pussy gon' sell Fuck jail, I'm leavin' to the house up on the hill And bought a new Seville
, find me Call Earl, death is the ways of the world Y'all made criminals Tryin' to wild out there so crack Bust guns at Bow Wow's age Fightin' in jail
morning When I ought to be fishing They'll probably be hauling me in I'll be sittin in the jail house No need to be wishing I'll ever get to fish the
of the free, raped and wasted youth If I had just one wish that I could give to you I'd ask for you to serve me as your finest dish A fish to fillet,
framed me And if it ain't one thing, it's another ask my brother Went in jail for one thing, stayed in for another So here I am frustrated, sittin' in jail
finally got me outta that rotten jail so if you ever want to get a fist in your eye just mention a saturday night fish fry I don't care how many fish
so that nobody will recognize them. (This is a new technique of espionage.)Satrapold is shocked by Calamaria's presence in the public house, where she
bud at?" Hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out Hangin' at my grand mama house, homie burnt out What you gonna do when you get out of jail? I'm gonna