Lyrics to the song "When Going To Jail Is Like a Coin Toss" By Point One/Justin D. Myers

Lyrics To the song When Going To Jail Is like a coin Toss By Point One on the album Married available on Jango and Datpiff.com

“Now have you ever been there for monthes,

Locked down in a trap,

The cell cold as dusk,

A penny thrown,

A penny pinched,

In my clutch,

With the double dutch blunts that I puff,

Imagine  Cuz,

No Head’s Or Tail’s,

We will prevail ,

In this land of rap sale’s,

Police,

Snitche’s,

And ,

Jail,

Wont see me back in-less it’s two with A L,

Over murdering some buster over bail,

But ill never tell,

And I Wont fail,

On my street ethics,

Code loyalty to the  block,

And all that come’s nextess,-------

Five-

        Four—

                Three---

        Two---

One-

Play’a,

As im waying out fish scale, lyke a sky  waiter,

Now step back,

Relax,

And pick up the Zig Zag,

The Purple sac Of Indo-------- Kush,

That we have,

And -------I,

               Could—Be,

                 Your,------- hustler

           Baby,-------

Just let me get out ,

N,

Sex You cray---zy,

Im me,

And you can come  N learn this

But Im not a push out any more than I wish,

That be off it,

You’d be trying to do this,

Sounding stupid Lyke a trick,

And Im not Tryin’ To laugh Kid,”

            “-------So Tell Me,!!!!”

“Have you ever been there for years,

With the homies in the pin,

Sheddin Tatoo tears,

Sellin’ any thing you could get your hands on for grip,

Making cash off the food,

That you steal from the pig’s,

Correction,

Government D-O-C,

It really don’t mean a thing to me,

But M-O-N-E-

Why?,

Because Im Point’s the prince,

Who’s ,

Just try-in, Push out his gift,

Sit N List-in to him,

He might teach a couple things out a book,

That he read doing tyme in the JU-(OO)-G,

Whyle writing Lyrics and hook’s,

Or Poems for cash,

To basterds who cant,

Then have they girls pants wet as mynd’s,

Thinking a dat,

Introduction to the game,

As im lay-in um flat,

Aint had her put down nothing but my name on her back,

And it started with a P,

So shorty remember G,

Call me up in the street,

Meet me there then we meet,

In a burgundy black caprice bit-in,

Sit-in , on sunset,

Ryde-in down Malibu breeze with our tongs’ wet,

Sit down,

                Lay back,

                                    Im a touch Ya,

Nice fine Pretty self Girl,

Diamond   Custard, -------“

“Im a take a spoon full,

Then I dream on it,

Wake up,

Go to the room,

To kiss your friends stomach,

That’s the life I have coming from the same Ive Lived,

Care less about the Kid,

Give me the stars and the gift,-------

So Tell Me-------,

Have you ever been there for monthes?

Locked down in a trap,

The cell cold as dusk,

A penny thrown,

A penny pinched,

In my clutch,

With the doubl dutch blunt,

That I puff,

Amagin

                              Cuz!!!!

In my clutch,

With the doubl dutch blunt,

That I puff,

Amagin

                              Cuz!!!!

Have you ever been there for monthes?

Locked down in a trap,

The cell cold as dusk,

A penny thrown,

A penny pinched,

In my clutch,

Amagin

                              Cuz!!!!

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