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Intro
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Yea, dedicated to all my homeboys
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In the California Youth Authority
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Much Love
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Verse One:
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I caught another case, so the Loc needs bail
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but your people act funny, when you're sittin in a cell
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I didn't get mail so jail was like hell
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out of anger, I shank 'em in the neck in the stairwell
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I remember potacaine was used to rock up
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It was a trip on how I got locked up
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10 saltine crackers runnin at me with yellow coats
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yellin "Don't move or catch a hot one to the throat"
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you learn real fast to put your hands up quick, black
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Yo, just put an 'out of order' sign on your bozack
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I didn't twitch, scratch or itch
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they found a nine in my inside pocket ain't that a bitch
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A short and quick trip to the County straight drama
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the first call I made was collect to my mama
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I didn't go see her before I went to jail
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but now I wanted her to come visit
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send money orders and post bail
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Till I remembered that I'm grown
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So now I gotta handle it myself, fool
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the Loc is on his own
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Chorus:
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The Loc is on His Own
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Moms was trippin' she got a block on the phone
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I can't call home, the Loc is on his own
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Moms was trippin' she got a block on the phone
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I can't call home, the Loc is on his own
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Moms was trippin' she got a blo
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The Loc is on his own
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| Jayo Felony |
