Jail House Rap - Fat Boys

PR now there was only one day that I will never forget they put me in

jail

for something I always regret it was 12:00 at night and I wanted a snack so I went down the stairs to the refrigerator that was there but when I opened the door what did I do? Seeing the back of the refrigerator staring back at me, I thought I might almost die. I let a picture destroy a pizza pie, so I put on a V and walked out the door, and as I imagined myself eating more and more, but the store was closed.

I got busted, so I went to the crib and got the 12 gauge. I ran back to the store. They broke my door in and all I saw was a piece of Gore, so I stuffed my face. I couldn't even walk. I could last M Shake Giggle Wiggle a spoke so I fell asleep with my face on the plate and the next thing I knew I was in

jail

, I have the b in jail, we are in jail because we filmed nin nin without the B nin we're in jail 'cause rock is for The last part is skiing and I got the worst case of any MC but listen to the story 'cause it's kinda weird when I had this kind of hunger pain walking down the street with the pce on my box with my stomach R like a hungry F when I saw this scene, it wasn't all a dream, a big restaurant called hamburger game, so I walked in and started feeling things on my face, I didn't even think about the days I ate, But when the bill came up, boy, once I shot, I say no.

I don't pay for anything I'm the king of the in jail without the b in jail we're in jail because we fail in jail in jail without the b in jail we're in jail because we fail but when the time is SCH we rock you to you and you we organize parties we shout sh we are not very demanding we are very outstanding we have something unique and in the middle extended on the microphone he swings and surprises the home girl it is the human rhythm d now I am sitting here Looking at the wall alone Thinking about how I took the fall I thought I was cool I thought I was crafty and I'm writing nostalgic letters I lost my freedom when I heard the door slam and now I'm breaking rocks with a big heavy hammer I used to drive down the streets with my big car and now I look and all I see are bars, they're all the same, you only survive if you play the game, you don't have, you don't have weapons and now you remember you're your momma's son, you made her cry and stay up all night coming home high, Just leaving a fight, you always made it feel like you worked again, but now your little one is just waiting for a bail letter in jail.

We are in jail because we failed. J help, help, uhhuh and that was The Fat Boys.