1 - 800 Lyrics - Singles - Spice 1

The number you have reached 4x 

[ verse 1 ] 

We used to piss on the floors in the bathroom 

In elementary 

I never thought you'd end up in the penitentiary 

Readin these letters you've sendin me 

Sippin hennesey watchin my back for enemies 

They wanna see me burried 

I heard you had to put some work in 

When you got there 

Don't wanna rott there 

Heard niggas plot there 

So what you're doin bout 5 to 10 

Collect for robert green from the federal pen 

Nigga what you do to get yourself in jail 

He said I'm fightin double murder 

25 with an l 

Can you help me with my lawyer 

I'm gettin kinda broke 

Good girl gone bad 

Niggas got smoked 

Can't talk too much about it on the phone 

Po-po'd listen peep game 

Your ass'd never come home , see 

Damn you can't escape the drama 

Don't be stressin imma give the scrilla 

To your baby momma 

I seen your baby boy and he's doin o.k. 

Lil' playa lookin more and more like you everyday 

Yeah 

You just keep pumpin that iron and watch your back 

Up on the main line 

I make sure that your family's doin fine 

Comrads since the age of 3 

And I know my patna will do the same for me 

Collect from the pen 

[ chorus ] 3x 

They are dialin 1-800-c-o-l-l-e-c-t 

Straight from the state penitentiary 

They are dialin 1-800-c-o-l-l-e-c-t 

From the federal penitentiary 

[ verse 2 ] 

They are dialin 1-800-c-o-l-l-e-c-t 

It's dollar bill susanville collect for me 

Said he was glad that I'm in the rap game 

Cause in the concrete zoo you livin life like the crap game 

We used to be 2 lil' bad ass kids 

Reminiscin on the dirt that we did 

Back in the day we had to stick together , man 

Gettin the hustle on in any type of weather , man 

Takin the turns 

While we used to keep watch out for the cops 

Never no squabble we was compromisin tradin knots 

Said he was seein all the homies up inside stressin 

Havin suicidal thoughts over lifes lessons 

My people was tryin to call and see if I'm in home yet 

With hella niggas in the back yellin phone checks 

( get out the phone befo' you get stole on ) 

They send my patna to the hole again 

Before the conversation even began 

Collect from the pen 

[ chorus ] 

[ verse 3 ] 

Hello you reached the east bay gangster s-p-i-c-e 

Well it's the homie from the federal penitentiary 

What you have doin black 

You call your momma back 

She's stressin hard as you off where you at 

I seen your sendin pictures with your yokes on 

Braided hair with them crazy black locks on 

Mad dog and ? ? hog throwin up the hood 

Be right here smokin broccoli with me if you could 

Peep this 

My little patna been in jail so long 

That he ain't even thinkin bout comin home 

You got the only family that he know besides 

His momma in the pen with him 

And all the oldschool comrads is in with him 

I didn't have to ask him what he pulled them licks for 

You get them pictures that I send you of my '64 

Yeah , you know the one we always used to ride in 

The one them suckers try to run up on the side in 

We strapped quick as soon as he tried to get in 

Never forget the dirty work you put in 

Collect from the pen 

[ chorus ] 

The number you have reached : 

5-5-5-4-7-3-5 

Has been disconnected 

You stupid muthafucka !!