[First Verse]
X-Raided locc never was a choir boy
Ya folks got a gang of priors
Maybe that`s why one-time`s be triflin
Tryin to give a young nigga thirty-five to life
When i ain`t even done nothin wrong offica
I have no in-fo to offer-ya
He asked my name so i came off the brain
Told him, I`m John Doe and this is my hoe Jane
He said, smart mouth nigga, don`t make me do ya
Put my thumbprint in his high-tech computer
My name came back with a warrant, felonies
Now they got me down town, spreadin my anus
Buttocks, I`m like, what the fuck is it now ?
They say I robbed a liquor store; they know when, where, and how
And it`s foul, got your boy to` up from the flo` up
Moms in the courtroom lookin like she bout to throw up
It`s a strong armed robbery, strapped in the commosion
Pre-trial conference, D.A. got a proposition
He said your losing trial, you`ll get 38 with L on top
Take the deal he`d give me five with havin most of the charges dropped
Hopped on the deal quicker than flash
It`s sad I admit that, but two and a half ain`t bad I got getback
Sentence me to five, two I gotta bring
Only strike one, swing batta batta swing
[Chorus]
One-eight-seven on the D.A.
He ain`t tryin to give a young black nigga no leeway
Yes yes... y`all
One-eight seven on the whole courtroom, motherfuck em` all
You better swing batta batta swing
Cause when you get your third felony, thats fifty years you gotta bring
It`s a deadly game of baseball
So when they try to pull you over
Shoot em` in the face y`all
[Second Verse]
Now i`m fresh out, unrehabilitated
Raided doin hella good, and my P.O. hates it
Hates dick, she`s a dyke lesbian bitch
Can`t wait to violate me for some petty ass shit
I gotta get a job so I`m fillin applications
Fightin the temptation, of slang-nation
Minimum wage don`t get it, five bucks an hour don`t cut it
Raided ain`t widdit
Fuck it, went and struck it rich on the dope sack
The homie gave me two, and told me to bring him fo` back
Now it`s time for me to start havin thangs
Got me a coupe and painted it candy apple green
It gleams, clear coat sprayed on thickly
Fools out to get me cause my shit is lookin sticky
I`m at the club and I can feel them sucka`s scopin
I`m knowin they plottin on me, but I`m still hopin
They won`t try my unless they want to die
They will be drippin more blood than Mrs. Simpson was
Sho` nuff, ain`t a bluff, here them sucka`s come
Got me reachin under the panel to handle the forty-four caliber gun, uhh
Spun him around with a fat magnum round
Got him on the ground makin funny sounds, uhh
I got a problem, witnesses
Ten pos-itive identi-fa-cations
[Chorus]
One-eight-seven on the D.A.
He ain`t tryin to give a young motherfucka no leeway
Yes yes... y`all
One-eight seven on the whole courtroom, motherfuck em` all
You better swing batta batta swing
Cause when you get your third felony, thats fifty years you gotta bring
It`s a deadly game of baseball
So when they try to pull you over
Take em` on a chase y`all
[Third Verse]
I`m on swoll, five years later
Fresh out the pin, locc`ed up I`m X-Raided
X-Raided locc ready to have me a ball
Fuck my P.O. I`m goin AWOL
They all can suck my dick
I`m sick and tired of goin through all this bitch-made shit
I got two strikes right now as we speak, and peep
I`m not gonna let you motherfuckas do me
A petty with a prior will buy your fate
With wilson in office you gets no date
So I`m putting my belongings on grayhound bus number twenty-two
Headed to another state, me and my crew
Unpack my shit, stack my grip
California and Pete Wilson can suck this dick
If you already didn`t know, you couldn`t trust his bitch ass
Look how he did Polly Klass
Used her death, and the family`s name
To gain more votes, and political fame
And it`s a shame, I`m the one they sayin is a monster
Juvenile delinquent, steppin out of sequence
Fuck that, I ain`t goin out like a punk
That ain`t my style, rip him from his asscrack to his nuttsack now
They wanna kill a nigga like me
I blast one, blast two, strike three yellin...
[Chorus]
One-eight-seven on the D.A.
He ain`t tryin to give a young motherfucka no leeway
Yes yes... y`all
One-eight-seven on the whole courtroom, motherfuck em` all
