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 Burn so crooked(Crooked)
 The poet likes to spit
 (Spit)
 Kareem, that's my dog
 Life behind the walls
 Nigga, life behind the walls
 Yeah, welcome to Oz, niggaz, surprise, niggaz
 Keep ya head right, keep ya game tight
 Ya might not make it through the night
 (Hold up)
 This ain't nothin' but war in here
 We overpacked in here, you put more in here?
 'Bout to rain like snow and let it all go
 Father Ray, to cut
 I'm gon' need all the friends I could get
 'Cause I'm through with this shit
 Hit up, Tim, uhm, yeah
 Tell me something good, mayn
 'Cause I'm so discombobulated being out the hood
 I don't know if it's a bad or a good thang
 Missin' Cadillacs, switches in the wood grain
 Don't touch on my mattress, it ain't cool
 Simon on the yard straight trippin' on fools
 CO so crooked
 (Crooked)
 Come equipped when the shank sticks
 Yeah, that's my dog
 Life behind the walls
 Life behind the walls
 Suckers, welcome to Oz, niggaz, surprise, niggaz
 West coast representin' for all my dogs
 One love to my dogs behind the walls
 Nate Dogg and I'm tight for all of y'all
 Stand strong, stand tall and never fall
 West coast representin' for all my dogs
 One love to my dogs behind the walls
 Nate Dogg and I'm tight for all of y'all
 Stand strong, stand tall and never fall
 Quick to get ticked off
 Every other day, take this wit'cha
 (Wit'cha)
 The politics stretched out, we all stressed out
 Do your thang and I'ma do my thang
 We up in the zoo, headed-quarter to the West Wing
 Oh, you servin' up somethin'? Well you gotta kick in
 It's the politics to y'all politicians, kicked in, shank stick in
 Only God dump; inmates gets stuck
 I'm smokin' on a hump, hollin' at her
 A fool walked up, talking 'bout the phone
 Phone check, huh? I miss my pump
 It ain't no thang even though he's holdin' boulders
 I'ma still squabble this fool from the shoulders
 If I win or lose the respect that counts
 Be the first take off P.C. out
 The guard so crooked
 (Crooked)
 Come equipped when the shank sticks
 Yeah, that's my dog
 Life behind the walls
 Life behind the walls
 Suckers, welcome to Oz, niggaz, surprise, niggaz
 Well, I've arrived at my new home, cell three
 I looked around and what did I see?
 One of them clowns, one of my enemies
 Gotta stay down, so I make me some weed
 It's goin' down in the mornin' on me
 Soon as they say, 'Hey, line up,' let's leave
 Right now, the nigga just as safe as can be
 But when we hit the kitchen, man, sleep
 Nate Dogg and I'm tight for all of y'all
 When you wanna make a hit, give me a call
 West coast representin' for all my dogs
 One love to my dogs behind the walls
 Nate Dogg and I'm tight for all of y'all
 Stand strong, stand tall and never fall
 West coast representin' for all my dogs
 One love to my dogs behind the walls
 Huhh, in here, we work out, re-utilize time
 Findin' somethin' in ourselves to find
 I make you go see, Sister Peter Marie
 I'm the jaw tapper, I'ma be a G in here like Antonio Nappa
 Doctor Gloria fix ya up completely
 I just might stick myself, so she can feel on me
 Watch out, boy, it's comin' fast
 (Fast)
 White lightnin's 'bout to strike
 It don't matter who up in here, boy
 There's sixteen inmates just like him
 Violent as a Viking, systematic, terrible, tragic
 Tragic, drastic, spasmatic, casualties growin' like cancer
 I'm all outta breath like a nigga asthmatic
 With asthma, here's the perfect answer
 And also here's ya last chance to just
 Try to make it over the wall
 (The wall)
 The inmates are so crooked
 (Crooked)
 Come equipped when the shank sticks
 Yeah, that's my dog
 Life behind the walls
 Life behind the walls
 Suckers, welcome to Oz, niggaz, surprise, niggaz
 West coast representin' for all my dogs
 One love to my dogs behind the walls
 Nate Dogg and I'm tight for all of y'all
 Stand strong, stand tall and never fall
 West coast representin' for all my dogs
 One love to my dogs behind the walls
 Nate Dogg and I'm tight for all of y'all
 Stand strong, stand tall and never fall
 Yeah, so crooked, c'mon, come equipped when the shank sticks
 Yeah, that's my dog
 (Dogg Pound)
 Life behind the walls
 (It's like that)
 Spending life behind the walls, welcome to Oz
 Life behind the walls
 Life behind the walls
 Life behind the walls
 
 
		
		
	
 
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