Arrested (Insert)

Ok niggas, you got one call
Get up, bitch, you fat mother fucker
Let me call my home boy and get us out
7, 3, 2, 9, 6, 3 god damn
I hope this nigga at home

Hello!
Hey, what's up man?
What's up homie?
Aww man, these mother fuckers got us down
In this god damn jail, man
No shit

Hell yeah, man we was like rollin' and shit
We was lookin' for some bitches
So we pulled up on like four fine hoes, man
And you know, I didn't know the mother fuckin' bitches
Was prostitutes man and they was police, ain't that a bitch? (Oh man)

Hey man where was you'll at?
Man we was on Hollywood, in the Hollywood man
Lookin' at some bitches, bitches was bad
Then a mother fucker
Man, don't tell my woman, man
'Cause I don't want her to know what the fuck's goin' on, you know?

And fuck up for me man 'cause I ain't supposed to be ridin' on no bitches
You know all the pussy I get anyway (yeah, word man)
Who was you with, man?
Man I was with Yellow, Ren, Dre you know man

Man all them nigga with you
Yeah, you know (man ain't that a bitch)
Niggas was out tryna get they thing wet
You know what I'm sayin' (yeah)
Man fuck it, I'll just let you talk to Ren
He can tell you a little bit better then I can, shit
Hold up



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