Lyrics Plead guilty Luniz

Plead guilty

*(in the background)*

Man thats all he gets is a year man, hell nah!

*(yukmouth rambling)*

Hey, whats all this? ? hey stop all this confusion. hey!! order in the
Court.... youre guilty!!

*(man talking)*

No Im not guilty, youre guilty. law makers. politicians. business men.
The police. you dont see no black folks dropping packages out of
Airplanes. you dont see none of that. youre the reason why, Im a
Criminal. youre the reason why, im.... the ice cream man.

Verse 1 *(knumskull)*

I, spent hella time on the block late,
An I feel safe, as long as I can shoot the glock straight,
So come,
Get the greenery,
Rush to the bank collect yo doe,
Make sho you got yo bucks in yo hand, cuz the man,
(be comin around the mountian when he come!)
Thats a rigg up,
I rather swallow my yay, an shit slugs,
Fuck task, its a must I bubble,
So many rocks in my jaw I feel like barney rubble,
I got my, pager,
An my, bus pass,
Grab my avion water juss incase I had to dust task,
It was about four otha niggaz on the spot grindin,
One was on my team smokin hamps an poppin leads,
(knock on weed nigga, fuck that knock on weed, you got a twenty? ? )
Gave up two tens an a bump cuz I had plenty,
Not even knowin what I juss did,
Put the money in my pocket an headed back to the crib,
Got a tingle on my dick feelin bad,
Looked up an seen task cars comin at me,
So I bounced through a buildin lost all my cash,
Swallowed my rocks, ditched my pager, Im haulin ass,
Then found myself by blymans house,
Thinkin about juice,
Hit the turf, sky out,
Through the roof,
But that plan was cancelled,
Betta give up,
Betta throw yo hands up,
Here comes the man,
The gloves on the other hand,
Got on my knees,
Crossed my legs,
Then threw up my hands,
One of them yelled bitch hit the deck!!,
Kevin reese grabbed the stick an almost broke my neck,
Im handcuffed on the ground wit a foot in my back,
Then they asked me hey where the fuck our money at? ? !!,
Now Im stressin cuz the dogs right beside me,
They took me down so that the under could identify me,
You got the right one bay-bee!!
Shot me downtown,
Threw me in a cell thats drivin me crazy,
So they booked me,
Walked me through the court door,
Stripped me down,
An gave me some drawls the next nigga wore,
Im in my pad makin phone calls,
So I can post bail,
Go home,
An then put on my own drawls,
Got in touch wit my nigga yuk,
Whats up fool? ? !!,
I got a quarter ounce hidden in the cut,
Snatch it up,
Get it off,
Come an get me,
Before I go back to court an they judge can get wit me,
Cuz the d-a,
Was talkin nonsense at my arraignment,
An think shes still talkin the same shit,
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