Lyrics:

He's got the best record collection,
And he makes the best record selection
But when he drinks yea he'll start
Flexin' get arrested and end up in correction
Because he's got a lot of pent up
Aggression, there was an officer at the intersection
Everyone got away except him,
And now he's got a lot of time for reflection
Rude boy in a penitentiary, locked up not where you wanna be
You're gonna find a way out
Rude boy in a penitentiary, locked up not where you wanna be
You're gonna find a way out
Four walls been driving him mental,
The location of the jail is central
And he don't like to get sentimental,
When his girl brings a family memento
In his cell block there's a dirty
Window, where he can see the sun and moon glow
But the warden just caught him with a
Bindle, and now he won't get released December
Rude boy in a penitentiary, locked up not where you wanna be
You're gonna find a way out
Rude boy in a penitentiary, locked up not where you wanna be
You're gonna find a way out
He got paroled and got a Smith & Wesson
And he always kept it on him for protection
Shot a man in the street for disrespecting.
Rude boy when will you learn your lesson?
Rude boy in a penitentiary, locked up not where you wanna be
You're gonna find a way out
Rude boy in a penitentiary, locked up not where you wanna be
You're gonna find a way out, now