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Scarface

Genres: Hip-Hop

Concrete Couch (hot Seat Alternate Version) Lyrics - Scarface

Just waking up, I gotta thank God 

Fired up a square, that's how my day starts 

Early mornin' buzzin' got me lookin' at life 

Outside, I see movin' pictures, look at the lights 

It's just another Saturday it seems like 

Got dressed and hit the corner with my team, right 

Smoke it, roll it up and pass it around 

Now I'm stoned and my ass is barely draggin' the ground 

No sooner than I think they woulda thought of 

A cop walks over, never saw him 

"Excuse me, mister officer man, I wasn't tryna disrespect" 

And started coughin' again 

Eyes red as a bandana 

And one time heavy on his antenna 

At his request they sent a squad car 

And then they put my black ass behind bars 

 

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Just wanna pack up my bags, and get out of this hole 

Can't believe they treat me so bad 

Can't believe they actin' so cold 

I just wanna leave this room 

I'm still sitting on this concrete couch 

Just waiting for the judge to say, that I'm gon' be free today, yeah 

 

Fingerprinted, gettin' booked in 

They fed a nigga Johnny, so I took ten 

'Cause I'm knowing that I'll be sittin' here the whole night 

Empty drunk tank, it's finna be a cold flight 

I finally come up on some housin' 

Old celly, so I'm battin' me a thousand 

And plus I got a bottom bunk pass 

Boss came in with his punk ass 

Talkin' to a nigga like it's date time 

Askin' where I'm from, I'm from H-town 

Niggas askin' me what I'm in for 

Nosy motherfuckers want some info 

I tell him, "Dog, I ain't done shit 

You know these redneck crackers think they run shit" 

It's lights out, I tie my mat down 

Chuck it on the rack and stretch my ass out 

 

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Gonna pack up my bags, and get out of this hole 

Can't believe they treat me so bad 

Can't believe they actin' so cold 

I just wanna leave this room 

I'm still sitting on this concrete couch 

Just waiting for the judge to say, that I'm gon' be free today, yeah 

 

It's court call in the halls 

Strip a nigga down to his balls 

Bare-butt naked in my tennis shoes 

The nighttime sergeant want an interview 

They push us out like livestock 

"Ain't no talkin' while I'm talkin', this is my block" 

I finally get to see me a judge 

I'm a Black man, so she got a grudge 

Old bitch full of race hate 

And a nigga quick to represent the gray state 

I ain't got a lawyer, I don't need one 

Give me thirty days, you get three-one 

I ain't tryna piss in a jug, bitch 

Just because I'm Black, I get fucked with 

I bet if I had been a white dude 

I'd have never been arrested, look at Michael 

And even if I swam like a fish, though 

They still would've threw me in the Crisco 

And fried a nigga's ass in some hot grease 

I'm just tryna get my ass out the hot seat 

 

Just wanna pack up my bags, and get out of this hole 

Can't believe they treat me so bad 

Can't believe they actin' so cold 

I just wanna leave this room 

I'm still sitting on this concrete couch 

Just waiting for the judge to say, that I'm gon' be free today, yeah 

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