Back in the slammer
This is what we used to do
When we got the shakes
And you need some f*cking brew
Gather up all the homies
Pitch in jelly packs and fruit
Trash bag of fireball
And let that shit brew
Some days you got to burp it
A hit will get you through
Add more hot water
And stash that bag of stew
In a cell it's in the shitter
In a dorm is hard to hide
Once it starts stinking
Then you know it's time
The house is on notice
But it's only for a few
Trade store for pruno
One cup for 3 soups
Homies are getting rowdy
Blood shot in their eyes
The batch wasn't good
And now they're f*cking blind
Ahhhh -
Drinking white lighting
And now I'm f*cking blind