Jail Cypher Blu & Oh No (Ft. Ayun Bassa, Carl Roe, Jabee, LocalBlac, Mic Holden & Playa Haze)

[Chorus: Playa Haze]
I can hear you inmate, you need to shut up
I'll throw you in there with them white boys, you gettin' fucked up
And you know you gettin' searched in the mornin'
Another word I'ma have to get the warden
I can hear you, inmate, you need to shut up
I'll throw you in there with them Mexicans, you gettin' cut up
And you know you gettin' searched tonight
Pipe down when I say, "Lights out", it's lights out, boy

[Verse 1: Mic Holden]
Nah, homie, I ain't done
Not many get locked where I'm from
Get shot, pistol hot, spittin'
Heat rocks, wet spot, hit a standby
Listen, man, we call it the slum
The trap, but it's more like home
Where I come from they cook drunk
Pa-rum-pump-pump-pump
On my lap at all times
Then roll past the one times
They flash, I hit the gas
You know them cameras in the dash offline
So I dance on 'em on my Carl Lewis shit
Scuffed up my newest kicks
Fuck him up, ripped my knitted
Lost my fitted, ain't this some shit?
Back in this bitch, fit the descripts
Sayin' I'm that nigga?
We'll see what happen when my lawyer get back, nigga
Ay, get back, nigga
Ain't nobody punkin' me, all that's dead
I'm takin' flight, say goodnight when I fly that head