Stomper - Locked Up Lyrics

[Verse 1:]
In the city of Angels gotta watch what you doing watch your back
When your dealing with em boys in blue
South West holding back Rampart division the worst
Pico shift gang unit leavin' you ride on a hearse
Part times in the street but against all odds
187 on a jura you don't want to get caught
3 strikes in da county false charges in bulk
The strict attorney is all crook it evidence over look
Gang in hands when they sentence young homies to life
25 with an L defendenced don't fight racist cops
Pulls up over violent their own law
Trigger happy officers another name in the wall
Da little homies bound to loose it
Cause the system they face make one mistake
In the city & they cealed your faith
F*cken pigs always trippen got me packin' a gun
On the one two striking dats your life on the sun

[Verse 2:]
Sounds of sirens in the night dodging the black and whites
The ghetto birds up in the sky with them big spot lights
Still the crime rate increases
And da shit never ceases
Broken lifes county lifes living families in pieces
To many prisons in the state of California to make one times on the proud
Got us fighting these cases penitentiary bounds
Cause they ain't no love in the streets
Got lil homies locked homies rest in peace
Don't get these shit twisted homie cause da shit don't stop
Dats why 187 on a muthaf*cken cop
Till the day dat we die
Gonna always come and try
To look us up in the pen they don't need no reason why
Dats the reason why they got us organized in the hood
California just a system just ain't no good
F*CK THE PIGS in my city they can burn in Hell
I kill ah hundred f*cken juras before they take me to jail
UHH!

[Verse 3:]
Locked up in jail handcuff to da rail
Ain't no money for bail
They wanna give me a deal got me stuck
Like a truck straight shit of luck
I know I'm heading for da pen nobody gives ah f*ck
What can I do keep it true got me singing the blues
Walk a mile on my shoes
And let me see your attitude
I ain't heard 4rm none of my homies yet
Strollin' to the f*cken yard puffin' on a cigarette
Got feelin' so trap number 1 stay strap
The other day they struck ah rat
30 times in the back
F*ck that I kickback
I ain't tryin'' to snap going against da f*cking grain
You about to get tax I play cool around my program as smoothest I can
Tryin' na stay about da mix and respect the next man
Ain't no gangbangin' here only tattoo tears
We might be enemies in da streets
But we all homies in here

[Verse 4:]
All I hear all day is the sounds of these gates
I hear em slamming all around can't wait
Till the date that they led me out
So I could get back on the grind
Got me stuck in my cell thinking of all the good times
In my mind I see sunshine
The worlds mine
Until I open my eyes
And realized I'm doin' time
HUH!

[talkin': Stomper]
Hell Yeah homeboy this is for da muthaf*cken homies
Dats locked up no muthaf*cken way out homeboy day dreamin'
How the shit could be it would be should be full of muthaf*cken
Regrets cause they got caught with all dis bullshit
F*ck dat they says it's all about the muthaf*cken respect
I treat you like a punk ass BITCH! bitch!