Mac Dre - Back N Da Hood Lyrics

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Another sleepless night in Fresno Jail

I got a federal hold and I can't even bail

Eyes wide open like a dope fiend geeked

I need some cock hella bad I need to be free

Steady dreaming about wrecking guts and cock

Laying on my bunk busting nuts in socks

Celly on top bunk knock smooth out

Snoring mothafucka I should just shout

And wake his ass up cause I can't sleep

If a nigga had a way a nigga would creep

And make a clean break but that's just a dream fake

This can't be real, man, it all seems fake

3 am and it's time to E-A-T

Cold cream of wheat and a lunch in a B-A-G

This shit is the pits, man, how worse will it get, man

I need to be N Da Hood, straight getting a grit, man...

I'm missing the crew, the dope fiends too

I'm writing this rap, there's nothing else to do

Cause home is a place that it seem I won't go

Sleeping in a cell with some fools I don't know

Dope fiends that just don'y got no...

Sense and fince to get shipped to Wasco

I'm stuck like chuck way down south

When I need to be at home with a joint in my mouth

Smoking and choking on some hurt cha dick weed

I just can't wait to straight perk and get key'd

I need to be N Da Hood straight swinging tight ones

Burning long rubber on the black and white ones...

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Back N Da Hood sound so good

They won't set bail but I wish they would

I P-R-A-Y every D-A-Y

Asking to get back to the B-A-Y

But every court date they keep detaining me

On punk ass charges they keep arraining me

At first I thought I'd have to spank you

But Detective Nichleman, I'd like to thank you

You put me on the news and tried to spread that lie

Then record sales jumped to an all time high

Why rob a bank when a nigga can spit?

I need to be N Da Hood cause I ain't did shit

Every damn day my tapes are sold

I make more money than the bank can hold

And though I might can't bail out...

This punk ass jail house

I'll just kick back and watch my mail sprout...

Plenty of time for a nigga to think

But all I can think of is dank and drank

On jail walls my name is carving

Waiting on comissary, man, I'm starving

Ten black brothas and fifty julios

I just can't wait to hit the studios

And let fools know about the set up

These punk police won't let up

They trying to keep me down and keep me in a ditch

But the only thing they doing is making me rich

They painted a picture of a ruthless villain

Told all my fans that I was stealing

Jealous mothafuckas, I never steal

I make more money than you never will

Mac Dre arrested for attempted heist

The mothafucking feds ain't nothing nice

They said I was the one doing all this shit

But banks just keep on getting hit

Feds trying to send a nigga up the creek

But Dre ain't worried cause the case is week

They say I'm the one calling all the shots

But fuck them feds and fuck them cops

And to that punk mothafucka Detective Nic Dic

Hear me loud and clear, fool: suck my big dick

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