Locked Up - Get Low Playaz

Artist: Seff the Gaffla

Album: GLP (Get Low Playaz)

Song: Locked Up

A Fillmo' nigga doin time up in the county

Write me off the block sellin rocks like bounty

Send me up to Bruno north with the M. A

Nineteen hour lockdown waitin for my court date

I’m not trippin I guess I’m gonna lounge around

Thinkin about my mama and my homies from the Moe-Town

I’m gonna be there so ya know I gots ta open shop

I love my homies and the record I’m about to drop

And if a fool want funk I’m teachin lessons

Never on the phone wit a ho I’m never stressin, hungh

Mama told me there’d be days like this

Thinkin about the money and the days I’d miss

It’s 12 o’clock now it’s time to go out to the yard

Watchin the SA’s and niggas tryin to act hard

Keep to myself ya know get my yokes

Walk through the yard say what’s up to my folks

Me and Celly Cel in the cuts doin curls

Fags on the grass doin ballerina twirls

I had on Filas I didn’t want to get em dirty

Guards on the top watchin wit a 30/30

Jay cats runnin around yellin and tweakin

Watchin Soul Train every single weekend

Niggas talkin shit no one down cuz they scary

Tryin to buy protection wit tres and commisaries

But you know I’m no punk so ya know I kept a weapon

If ya know I’m right for gettin shank then keep steppin

Now that I’m solo you won’t be the stew find (?)

But if you cross me nigga put your number on the line

When I get out you know I got a choice bro

Go to the set or go to the studio

I prefer studio cuz jail just ain’t me

Makin hella tapes like 4-Tay and J. T

Rippin up the stage with the felony (felony)

The niggas checkin folders that’s what they tellin me (tellin me)

But I’m still in jail doin time waitin for my court date

Slap on the Rolex give me my tear date

I know my time is short but I really don’t know when

Niggas younger than me gettin shot straight to the pen

But I keeps my cool drinkin coffee in a noodle cup

30 days later stone lets roll it up

November twenty-somethin thank God I’m still livin

Released to my folks tomorrow is Thanksgiving

Go to my house take off the Rolex

Hug and kiss moms okay now what’s next

Meet J.T.

jump in the shower

Moms when he calls tell him meet me in an hour

One hour past I think I hear the doorbell

So used to hearin keys that I really can’t tell

It’s my nigga like I figure the Bigga the Bigga Figga

So now it’s time to go

But you don’t hear me though

Jumped in the bucket and jetted to the studio (studio)