Released on 1998

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(Verse 1 -Squeak Ru)

In the county jail I'm straight catchin hell

Facing strike number 3, goin crazy in my jail cell

Goddamn, I think I'm through

They tryna hit me 25 for some shit that I didn't do

Servin time is my punishment

So I'm coming with it all, tryna prove that I'm innocent

Fuck the public defender, he ain't down wit me

So I know I can't surrender

They rather try me [well ?]

Nine cases I'm facin while I sit in trial

At criminal division

Is Squeak Ru convicted? That's the decision

Then I heard him slam the gavel

Now I'm back to the holding tank, mad cuz I'm gaffled

This ain't no fairytale, you see life ain't shit in the county jail

Chorus:

Sittin in the county

Just like a party

(Westside!)

Sittin in the county

Just like a party

Sittin in the county

Just like a party

Sittin in the county, you know everybody

(Verse 2 -Squeak Ru)

Loadin up on the bus

Gots to watch my back cuz I don't wanna get rushed

I got one hand free, I'm lookin for the comrades

But all I see is enemies

It don't make sense, they got me cuffed to a muthafucker that I gang-bang against

Ey, nigga, where you from? (I don't bang, homie)

Soon as the gates wreck, you know I'm takin one

Leave ya flat on ya back, you don't wanna scrap

In fact, I'm perfect at combat

Now I'm mad as a bitch

Got a 90-500 and they gave me fish kit

And you best believe this: the brothers is strong

But the S-A's the deepest

This shit is hardco'

Crips and Bloods throwin up their set in them [???] (Inglewoooood!)

Wit the classification

OSS wanna know my gang affiliation

But that shit's expected

(Aye nigga, ain't you connected?)

You goddamn right

Cuz in the county jail

Only hards die for their stripes

Chorus

(Verse 3 -Squeak Ru)

I got a visit but it's drama

My girl in the hallway fighting with my baby momma

Now time to explain who I love the most

I gotta catch the chain

Quick to check a trustee

Cuz some of them fools be tryna playin deputy

Man, you'sa hook!

I'm rollin wit them crooks

And we don't like your flat books

I'm tired to bein a victim

It seems everytime I look I'm gettin punked by the system

It's hard bein a black man

So niggas wake up, you gotta have a backup plan

Cuz they'll stretch you out

No matter if you're coppin in the West or servin in the south

It's a livin hell

You see, life ain't shit

So fuck the county jail


[Chorus]