On Bail

[Daz Dillinger + (T-Pain)] Yeah, help for the helpless! Big money, big cars.. big weed! [T-Pain adlibs] Y'all know what time it is! But you better stack that money! (Awww shit! Ha ha ha ha...) For baaaiiilll.... [Chorus 2X: T-Pain] I'm on bail, got that weight for sale Strawberries and blueberries all on a nigga's tail I'm on bail, bet not 'nare nigga tell... bet not 'nare nigga tell Yeah! [Daz Dillinger] I'm on a two million dollar bail Caught with the product that them young niggaz sell I'm fresh outta cells, twelve hours later.. my clientele hit my pager The situation gettin thick, Dat Nigga Daz is major! I live the life of a gangster, I rob gangsters Ten years up on the table, I deny that flavor She a fighter to the fullest, if I lose I catch a bullet (bullet) Can't tell a nigga nuttin when he starvin and losin Now I'm back up on the street, completely correctly You disrespect me, it's the same that's it's gon' be Automatics get tragic when you let niggaz have it Then I'm caught back up like before, I gotta stack my cabbage Monday morning, 8:30 right back in court Couple of homeboys, my momma give me full support Raised up filthy but the Lord be with me Like an addict, it's the verdict and the jury, "NOT GUILTY!!!" [Chorus] [Xzibit] They used to have me on that paperwork 'cause I used make my paper.. work, lifestyle covered with dirt See I was first on my block with .40 caliber glocks Similarities to my uncut, they ready to rock (ready to rock) 'Cause everybody wanna ball, nobody wanna get caught Only the pros and the cons get to stack these knots Motherfuckers want that Benz with the millions by the karats When they fencing all day, they start talkin like a parrot Information they sharing so be cautious where ya walk Never pillow talk behind closed doors in the dark It might creep back and bite you, indict you, convict you to a five by nine for a very long time Fuck droppin dimes, niggaz is droppin whole hundreds So the hood's gettin skinny and the one-times love it If I don't go get it, then the next nigga will So I kill at will with my gauge in them killin fields Yeah! [Chorus] [The Game] Yo X, tell my momma to put the house up, wait, the house cost too much Tell her to get a hundred grand out the Porsche truck It's just like a house 'cause I take a bath in it Get ass in it and I gotta stash in it Smoke hash in it, blueberry chocolate tah Smokin chronic make me see shit, like 2Pac alive Bandana knotted in the front like 2Pac alive Walkin out the courthouse spittin on the camera guy I bang (Thug Life), but this ain't Death Row This some gangster shit for my niggaz down on death row Exhibit A - watch how I let the tec go And Exhibit B - burn the rubber on the West coast [Chorus - 2X] [Xzibit (laughing)] Y'all know y'all miss that shit