Lyrics:

Check this out, this Warren G, y'know what I'm saying Chilling wit my man Slick Rick, you know And we gonna give you all a little tale about this jail stuff You know, so Rick, why don't you run it homie, yea (Slick Rick) In the slammer kid but I'm innocent Lord played witty wasn't having any pity Now wit razor blades, did he Cry suppose the situation seen mad eyes of foes Drives a Rolls, hey, yo, money, what size are those Need to phone me toanothe sprang up,hm, to gang up On the skid, housing the phone like he didn't know how to hang up Would be hard though ought a minute or so and then yells time on a And when you get your commisary, buy this and that or else I'm gonna Be on that ass and won't stay off, extort, fig I say, way off Beaten death, you ain't protecting me, forgot today's my day off Hold my head and drift the ?Sumo weighing nuts and cars? Instead of sitting here accumulating cuts and scars, behind bars Chorus: Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day This type of shit happens every day Take some punk locked up to get beat down, ripped down to his boots is broke down Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day This type of shit happens every day Riots, malay and disturbances of the peace (Warren G) Mister Slick Rick let me take it for a second And tell a short tale about the LA county jail 9500 that was the lock up When the lights got dim, it was time for the soccer Jacking for the money, backstab was my mission If a riot jumped out, it's time for incision Sticking niggas here and sticking niggas there I turn around and look and seen cops everywhere Jacking brothers up, slapping brothers up If you got blood on your clothes, lock up High powered was the level,