When I Get Out F/erika Yancey - Tq

What’s up boo, how you doin'?

How I’m doing, know how I’m doin', doin' fucked up, up in here.

Ready to get up outta this muthafucker

Nigga, you ain’t gotta say it with no attitude.

I’m just sayin', man, it’s bad up in here.

How you doin'?

what’s poppin' up

there

I’m alright.

Everything alright I guess.

you handling shit like you supposed to be handlin'?

Now you know.

now there better be no niggas around ma house

Nigga, you got me all fucked up, how you gon say some shit like that?

Hey, I’m just saying, man, just keepin' it real

Been in here about a year

Never thought the game would take me under

About to get my first tear, while I’m sittin' in my cell I wonder

What are you doing outside

Are you giving all my ass up

You’re a dime so niggas won’t pass up

Wait a minute nigga you better back up

I told you a long time ago I’d always have your back

I’m still coming off with half of them checks, so why are you trippin?

Ain’t got to worry 'bout nobody getting up in your stuff

Soon as the jury said guilty I closed it up

Bought you a new Bible with a blunt in it already rolled up

Numbers and Dueteronomy is where you’ll fine me

Don’t mind me, I’m feenin' baby

I want some ass real bad

Locked up wit' all these hard legs, scrappin' daily

I miss my baby, I’m going crazy, I gotta get out of this place

Can’t you help me

How can you love me?

Somebody gotta do it

It’s gotta be hard!

Ain’t really nothing to it

But you make me happy

You know you really shouldn’t have no doubt — can’t wait till you get out

when I get out

I already told you

I guess I didn’t believe it

You spend all your time

Fucked up getting weeded

But you make me happy

So I’m sittin here countin' the days down — I can’t wait till I get out…

When you get out…

Things can get back to the way they used to be

You and me in a chromed out E — bumpin' Bone Thugs

I got the pedal to the floor, dippin' kinda high and trippin',

I really wanna hit it, your shit is finger lickin'

Wait a minute I really miss you, so don’t get me started

The sweating, the bumpin', the grinding right through these bars and

If I ever thought it would help you make it — just picture me naked

Can’t feel your body and I hate it… I'm going crazy

Gotta get my mind off this, 'bout to go up to the mall and buy an outfit

If you spend all my loot and I’m gonna be pissed — that’s no bullshit

Now who in the hell do you think you’re talking to — you know I’m the only one

in the world who will put up with you

Got 72 more days in here, it seems like 20 years — can’t smoke, can’t drink no

beer, can’t get no ass in here

So when I finally come home It’s gonna be on, cause I’m gonna be lickin' and

kissing and sticking all week long, baby

How can you love me?

Somebody gotta do it

It’s gotta be hard!

Ain’t really nothing to it

But you make me happy

You know you really shouldn’t have no doubt — can’t wait till you get out

when I get out

I already told you

I guess I didn’t believe it

You spend all your time

Fucked up getting weeded

But you make me happy

So I’m sittin here countin' the days down — I can’t wait till I get out…

When you get out…

How can you love me?

Somebody gotta do it

It’s gotta be hard!

Ain’t really nothing to it

But you make me happy

You know you really shouldn’t have no doubt — can’t wait till you get out

when I get out

I already told you

I guess I didn’t believe it

You spend all your time

Fucked up getting weeded

But you make me happy

So I’m sittin here countin' the days down — I can’t wait till I get out…

When you get out…

When you get out

When I get out.