Lyrics:

Check this out, this Warren G, y'know what I'm sayingChilling wit my man Slick Rick, you knowAnd we gonna give you al
l a little tale about this jail stuffYou know, so Rick, why don't you run it homie, yea(Slick Rick)In the slammer kid but I'
m innocentLord played witty wasn't having any pityNow wit razor blades, did heCry suppose the situation seen mad eyes of foe
sDrives a Rolls, hey, yo, money, what size are thoseNeed to phone me toanothe sprang up,hm, to gang upOn the skid, housing t
he phone like he didn't know how to hang upWould be hard though ought a minute or so and then yells time on aAnd when you get
your commisary, buy this and that or else I'm gonnaBe on that ass and won't stay off, extort, fig I say, way offBeaten death
, you ain't protecting me, forgot today's my day offHold my head and drift the ?Sumo weighing nuts and cars?Instead of sittin
g here accumulating cuts and scars, behind barsChorus:Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty dayThis type of shit happens every day
Take some punk locked up to get beat down, ripped down to his boots is brokedownDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty dayThis typ
e of shit happens every dayRiots, malay and disturbances of the peace(Warren G)Mister Slick Rick let me take it for a second
And tell a short tale about the LA county jail9500 that was the lock upWhen the lights got dim, it was time for the soccerJ
acking for the money, backstab was my missionIf a riot jumped out, it's time for incisionSticking niggas here and sticking ni
ggas thereI turn around and look and seen cops everywhereJacking brothers up, slapping brothers upIf you got blood on your c
lothes, lock upHigh powered was the level,