Lyrics

[Hook: Yella Boy] In jail, I used to rap rap rap, rap shit everyday And now the name of my rap is third ward court date I used to rap rap rap, rap shit everyday And now the name of my rap is third ward court date [Verse 1: Yella Boy] It all started in the streets at the age of ten I started hangin' out late, snatchin' purses with my friends I went solo one day on St. Charles, you see Lookin' for a white lady that was P-A-I-D I see one in sight, skin was white as a dove But she just don't fuckin' know I'm bout to show her boo-koo love I'm bout to beat her up, so I asked the ho the time She looked down and broke her crown, she hit the ground, stupid clown Jetted with her purse, [?] Found slug and some coke that was stashed by a bush A bill twenty worth of coke with a snug, I'm feelin' harder Eighty strong from the Third, I scored a fuckin' quarter Yeah, [?] without a thought, that's why I slipped, and now I'm caught [Hook: Yella Boy] In jail, I used to rap rap rap, rap shit everyday And now the name of my rap is third ward court date I used to rap rap rap, rap shit everyday And now the name of my rap is third ward court date [Verse 2: Tec-9] Three cops and I'm caught I can't believe they got me locked down up in this place My first offense and I caught myself a murder case Parish Prison Blues, gave me no time to choose I either get myself a knife, or be taken by a lifer, shit My woman still sends me money, still thinkin' I'm a come back home I like to think that way, but evidence shown Prints plus a murder weapon, I'm up shit creek Watchin' for bandits on the prowl got me losin' sleep I'm gettin' lots of letters, but I don't give a fuck I'm stuck like Chuck, and she wouldn't put the house up Will I get probation? Or will I stay free? I'm facin' the court date, my destination is the Three [Hook: Yella Boy] In jail, I used to rap rap rap, rap shit everyday And now the name of my rap is Third Ward court date I used to rap rap rap, rap shit everyday And now the name of my rap is Third Ward court date [Verse 3: Lil Ya] Layin' in my cot thinkin' of a deaf rhyme Got to make it short because I don't have a lot of time I'm seein' OG's from the past Smart like a motherfucker, I wondered how they last Niggas had fades, and bushes, and shit And just like on the street the Third was runnin' it You couldn't step close to the blue Like Jefferson said, Yaphat, I thought you knew Here again with the Juror Food for days, that's what the motherfucker kept I'm chillin' in lower-nine With my mind on my money, and my money on my mind Ced on parole he's in the house with a boot in his mouth Boot up back and make him knock it out Gangster's on the phone talkin' to them hoes Call Sterol on the three, and do a pere Cause I'm a villain and I'm chillin' In C-C-C-3-1 [Verse 4: Yella Boy] Up early in the mornin', time to catch the White Bangor The roof so we can put the heat in my back I caught the first charge, the coke charge, a gun charge too Sittin' in the "U' stun'n, what the fuck am I gonna do I'm chillin' in my jail cell, talkin' to the attorney He said, did you pull the trigger if so your goin' on a long journey The court session, standin' tall like a man They got my feet, and arms shackled, I'm holdin' my right hand I caught juvenile life, plus a extra to exist Like my nigga Tec said (Ahh shit, I'm in a fix) Peewee's fuckin' playhouse don't want them havin' fun Cause all our strafe a cation clucker a sucker that ain't no gun My hate is smokin' I'm thinkin' hard All you fake-ass-new-jack-pussy bitches better hold that noise Eight months in C-Y-C, yes, I'm big, I'm bad, I'm buff Motherfuck that P-T shit, 'cause here I come to buck Here come the guard Friday night talkin' 'bout no visitations He leave sit back ain't shit, I'm bout to take a lil' vacation Big boy be chillin', and I'm from that one two three But you better be cool before he slang you with that heat Now I'm buckin' in the hole nigga be real don't shed no tears Cause early Thursday mornin', bitch, I'm goin' to Scotlandville [Verse 5: Lil' Ya] Call my nigga Baby, he's at the office doin' paper work Try'na get me out, but his lawyer actin' like a murk Feedin' him the wrong knowing that I'm right We had to communicate to keep shit tight I sent a kite some nights when I flight and write To my bitches and my niggas who was close and all right May the ninth was my court date No witness, no gun, so they threw away the case I was free July the twelfth Down for armed robbery, man, imagine how a nigga felt And fuck that judge, 'cause that bitch came late Try'na give me time on my Third Ward court date [Hook: Yella Boy] In jail, I used to rap rap rap, rap shit everyday And now the name of my rap is third ward court date I used to rap rap rap, rap shit everyday And now the name of my rap is third ward court date