(feat. Nelly)



[whip sounds] Ha ha!



[W.C.]

It's been a minute that I've been sittin up in this cell

Thinkin of many ways that I can get paid escapin jail

My life is like a football game, I'm movin the chains

Tryin to score so I could maneuver the Range

I hear police callin my name, I ball in no lane

Tryin to hit the wall, make the ghetto hall of fame

It's third and long, got a lot of yards to gain

I'm federal, youse a misdemeanor, you small change

It's that, S-W-A-N-G affiliate

From the penitentiary to the club, love I'm sendin it

Turn me out and throw it up and get your boogie on

And let me see those fingers in the sky if you feelin it

I'm sick, and ain't no curin me, maximum security

can't stop my back bumper draggin through your community

Process me, lock me down, level me hard kid

I still come out swingin like Ron Artest, nigga

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[Chorus: Nelly]

Is it the concrete, or the walls

Maybe it's the bars, might be the guards

Nigga this is LOCKDOWN - lock 'em down, lock 'em down

This is LOCKDOWN - lock 'em down, lock 'em down

Is it the concrete, or the walls

Maybe it's the bars, might be the guards

Nigga this is LOCKDOWN - I'm 'bout to whip yo' ass mayne

[whip sounds] Ha ha!



[W.C.]

Nigga the bang bang get up

Skip skippin through the lane, swang, look at Dub

Swangin, still feelin 'em all, I can't wait to get out

When I touch-down nia I'ma turn shit out

Looka there, biddy-by-by, buh-by-by beddy-bye nigga

Lights out, Dub and Nelly 'bout to shut the lights off

C-walkin on the industry, spittin with all my energy

Dedicated to my niggaz in the penitentiary

Ladies bounce to this, sip Cris', get drunk to this

Refs walks to this, dawgs thump to this

On my mind is my fetti, itchin for the day

that I can parole and jack the nose on a Chevy

Three-wheel to the St. Lou' and connect with Nelly

Jump in the Escalade on them deuce-four Pirellis, nigga

Money is freedom and freedom is cash

And anything between me and my freedom I'll whup an ass

[whip sounds] Ha ha!



[Chorus]



[W.C.]

Yeah, Dub stay chuckin the pavement, I'm anti-general populated

Hood related, the industry most hated

Cause I ball greedy and rhyme for mine (c'mon) I'm willin to die for mine

(c'mon) While haters hate from the sideline

I'm like Fabolous, I make you "Breathe" hard, leavin ya bleedin and scarred

PC'd up on the sensitive knee guard

Dub Central ain't no surrender, spit for repetitive offenders

Facin D.A.'s with public defenders nigga

[whip sounds] Ha ha!



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