[Intro: C.O., (Slick Rick), Cormega & various jail house voices]
Son, what the deal, nigga?!
- Yo, Bronx style over here, son...
Yo, son! Yo, son, we're goin' to the yard, yo!
Inmate 9-1-8-49-68, pack your stuff, you're free to go!
(Tuh tuh ta dum tum tumt...)
(Tuh tuh ta dum tum tumt...)
(Tuh tuh ta dum tum tumt...)
[Inmate #1: Ed Lover, quoting Slick Rick "Lick The Balls"]
"Excuse me, I'm trying to earn a mere buck or two"
A solemn rapper come in; "And who the fuck are you?!
Around this part of town with diamonds and your girl's in fur?"
"I'm trying to enter in this rap contest you're having, sir"
"You're kinda late" "Flat tire" "Well, that do occur..."
[Inmate #2: Rev Run, quoting Slick Rick "Mona Lisa"]
"Excuse me, dear, my gosh, ya look nice!
Put away your money, I'll buy that slice!"
She said, "Thanks - I'd rather a slice of you
I'm just joking, but that's awfully nice of you"
The compliment showed she had a mind in her
It's DJ Run and I'm almost blindin' her
[Inmate #3: Redman, quoting Slick Rick "Children's Story"]
Ran upstairs, up to the top floor
Opened up the door, yo – guess who he saw?!
Redman, the dope fiend, puffin' smoke!
Who don't know the meaning of water nor soap
I said "I need bullets! Hurry up! Run!"
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