I got a federal hold and I can't even bail
 Eyes wide open like a dope fiend geeked
 I need some cock hella bad  I need to be free
 Steady dreaming about wrecking guts and cock
 Laying on my bunk busting nuts in socks
 Celly on top bunk knock smooth out
 Snoring mothafucka  I should just shout
 And wake his ass up cause I can't sleep
 If a nigga had a way  a nigga would creep
 And make a clean break but that's just a dream fake
 This can't be real, man, it all seems fake
 3 am and it's time to E-A-T
 Cold cream of wheat and a lunch in a B-A-G
 This shit is the pits, man, how worse will it get, man
 I need to be N Da Hood, straight getting a grit, man...

 I'm missing the crew, the dope fiends too
 I'm writing this rap, there's nothing else to do
 Cause home is a place that it seem I won't go
 Sleeping in a cell with some fools I don't know
 Dope fiends that just don'y got no...
 Sense and fince to get shipped to Wasco
 I'm stuck like chuck way down south
 When I need to be at home with a joint in my mouth
 Smoking and choking on some hurt cha dick weed
 I just can't wait to straight perk and get key'd
 I need to be N Da Hood straight swinging tight ones
 Burning long rubber on the black and white ones...

 Back N Da Hood sound so good
 They won't set bail but I wish they would
 I P-R-A-Y every D-A-Y
 Asking to get back to the B-A-Y
 But every court date they keep detaining me
 On punk ass charges they keep arraining me
 At first I thought I'd have to spank you
 But Detective Nichleman, I'd like to thank you
 You put me on the news and tried to spread that lie
 Then record sales jumped to an all time high
 Why rob a bank when a nigga can spit?
 I need to be N Da Hood cause I ain't did shit
 Every damn day my tapes are sold
 I make more money than the bank can hold
 And though I might can't bail out...
 This punk ass jail house
 I'll just kick back and watch my mail sprout...

 Plenty of time for a nigga to think
 But all I can think of is dank and drank
 On jail walls my name is carving
 Waiting on comissary, man, I'm starving
 Ten black brothas and fifty julios
 I just can't wait to hit the studios
 And let fools know about the set up
 These punk police won't let up
 They trying to keep me down and keep me in a ditch
 But the only thing they doing is making me rich
 They painted a picture of a ruthless villain
 Told all my fans that I was stealing
 Jealous mothafuckas, I never steal
 I make more money than you never will
 Mac Dre arrested for attempted heist
 The mothafucking feds ain't nothing nice
 They said I was the one doing all this shit
 But banks just keep on getting hit
 Feds trying to send a nigga up the creek
 But Dre ain't worried cause the case is week
 They say I'm the one calling all the shots
 But fuck them feds and fuck them cops
 And to that punk mothafucka Detective Nic Dic
 Hear me loud and clear, fool: suck my big dick