Mamma's little Baby got busted, busted Mamma's little Baby's goin down down down down
Down to the cell where Bubba crowns you queen Where the floors are cold and the bunk's unclean And the soft bellied white boy gets fucked 'til he screams
You were born with a different set of rules You were raised in the Hood by cracked out fools Now you're taking your guns and knives to school
Proving to your friends that you're so damn cool Now you're attending a different school You will obey Sgt. Zipperpigs every rule
I know you're not afraid boy I've seen your silly games boy I know that prison is hard on your hole I know you're not afraid boy I've seen your silly games boy I know that prison is hard on your hole
Hole Hole Hole Hole Hole Hole Hole Hole
Mamma's little Baby got busted, busted Mamma's little Baby's goin down down down down
Down to the cell where Bubba crowns you queen Where the floors are cold and the bunk's unclean And the soft bellied white boy gets fucked 'til he screams
When they beat you down like all the other fools And you're sitting in a pile of your own stool Then maybe you'll think about obeying some rules When you figure out that you can't being And you're tired of being forced to act like a queen Then you'll sit down and listen to the sound of the barbells cling
Listen to the Barbells cling Listen to the Barbells cling Listen to the Barbells cling Listen to the Barbells cling You can't be king Listen to the Barbells Listen to the Barbells Listen to the Barbells cling Listen to the Barbells
[Solo]
I know you're not afraid boy I've seen your silly games boy I know that prison is hard on your hole I know you're not afraid boy I've seen your silly games boy I know that prison is hard on your hole
Hard on your hole [repeat] Hole HoleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
