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out on bail (og original version) - 2pac lyrics

[intro]
oh, i posted bail? i’m out this motherf-cker? i could go?!
aw, f-ck y’all! ay, f-ck the judge!
f-ck the motherf-ckin’ district attorney, the prosecutor
and f-ck you motherf-ckers in the jury box, f-ck all y’all!
’cause i’m out on motherf-ckin’ bail
y’all ain’t never gon’ see me in this motherf-cker again!
drop that sh-t lg
let these ol’ punk–ss b-tches know how we runnin’ this sh-t for the 9-4
n-ggas ain’t goin’ back to court, you stank -ss b-tches

[verse 1]
i’m stuck in jail, the d.a.’s tryin’ to burn me
i’d be out on bail, if i had a good attorney
want to label me a criminal and cuff me up
got a pocket full of money so they rough me up – i ain’t trippin’
in the county and i’m mad as f-ck
got a record so they put me with the baddest bunch
everybody wanna talk ’cause i’m rappin’, they askin’ me what happened
is it true you did a fl!ck with janet jackson?
i can’t sleep, they takin’ polaroids
and i’m tryin’ to use the phone, but they makin’ noise
man, i wish i had my glock, ’cause it’s major
i’m makin’ shanks out the plastic in razors
these motherf-ckers won’t leave me alone, that’s my word
’bout to turn a violation to a motherf-ckin’ murder
i’m makin’ collect calls to my ol’ b-tches
send mo’ pictures, and make me some mo’ riches
to all the suckers on the block, talkin’ sh-t while i was locked up
be prepared to get socked up
’cause the game is deep, and the fame is brief
and you bullsh-ttin’ b-tches ain’t changin’ me
i came straight up out the gutter, i was saved from h-ll
and i’m a thug, i was raised in jail, now i’m out on bail

[chorus]
(out on bail) you know what f-ckin’ time it is
(thug life will never fail) i’m out on bail
(thug life n-gga) i’nn going straight to the motherf-ckers who beyotch!
i’m out on bail (out on bail)
hand me some motherf-ckin’ cold 40’s in this b-tch, n-gga
(thug life will never fail) ’cause i’m out on bail
(thug life n-gga) ay p-ss me my motherf-ckin’ rolex
(thug life n-gga) yes b-tch, that’s a presidential

[verse 2]
i’m stuck in jail, and mad as a b-tch
i’d be out on bail, if it wasn’t for the snitch
runnin’ wild through the streets like i’m loco
and f-ck the punk police and they chokeholds
i got no love in my heart ’cause i’m heartless
mobbin’ in the park after dark when i start sh-t
rippin’ up the scene as a teen i was at it, hey
and sellin’ products to the addicts ’cause they gotta have it
i was a well-known thug and i got a lot of love
hangin’ out with the o.g.’s, shootin’ up the club
and momma told me, don’t hang with the homies
but they got me if they need me, then it’s on, g
got me sittin’ in a cell, a five-by-seven
will i finally get to go to ghetto heaven?
got my b-tches on the outside, writin’ me letters
and they tell me they love me, and the sh-t’ll get better
i don’t believe ’em ’cause i just got the news on the wire
take it how you want it but your picture’s on fire
i gotta be a player so i stay strong
’cause i know that i won’t be away long
and when i finally do hit the f-ckin’ streets, i’ma handle this
a thug n-gga gettin’ scandalous, i’m on bail

[chorus]
(out on bail, thug life will never fail) i’m out on bail
(thug life n-gga, thug life n-gga) i’m out on bail
(out on bail, thug life will never fail) i’m out on bail
(thug life n-gga, thug life n-gga)

[outro]
get me up out this sh-t
yo, lg, get up out this motherf-cker, man
these motherf-ckers tryna har-ss a player
man, i ain’t goin’ for this ol’ crazy ol’ sh-t
dealin’ with you scandalous b-tches
y’all need to lock up some of these crooked -ss motherf-ckin’ police
but until you do, here go the motherf-ckin’ fetti, i’m out on bail
i’ll see you motherf-ckers at the next show
by the way, where is my b-tch?
you know, that’s that ol’ real thug sh-t
real live thug sh-t, genuine, y’knahmsayin?
i wouldn’t waste yo’ motherf-ckin’ time with no bullsh-t, baby
trust me, it’s that real sh-t
i’m talkin’ ’bout that sh-t you can be tellin’ your grandkids about, y’know?
i ran with a thug n-gga, believe that
this my motherf-ckin’ n-gga lg on the motherf-ckin’ boards, in case you’re wonderin’
we doin’ this sh-t, h-ll motherf-ckin’ yeah
an ounce of that sh-t, sittin’ in yo’ motherf-ckin’ lap
now press rewind, n-gga

- 2pac lyrics

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