Mamma's little Baby got busted, bustedMamma's little Baby's goin down down down downDown to the cell where Bubba crowns you queenWhere the floors are cold and the bunk's uncleanAnd the soft bellied white boy gets fucked 'til he screamsYou were born with a different set of rulesYou were raised in the Hood by cracked out foolsNow you're taking your guns and knives to schoolProving to your friends that you're so damn coolNow you're attending a different schoolYou will obey Sgt. Zipperpigs every ruleI know you're not afraid boyI've seen your silly games boyI know that prison is hard on your holeI know you're not afraid boyI've seen your silly games boyI know that prison is hard on your holeHole Hole Hole Hole Hole Hole Hole HoleMamma's little Baby got busted, bustedMamma's little Baby's goin down down down downDown to the cell where Bubba crowns you queenWhere the floors are cold and the bunk's uncleanAnd the soft bellied white boy gets fucked 'til he screamsWhen they beat you down like all the other foolsAnd you're sitting in a pile of your own stoolThen maybe you'll think about obeying some rulesWhen you figure out that you can't beingAnd you're tired of being forced to act like a queenThen you'll sit down and listen to the sound of the barbells clingListen to the Barbells clingListen to the Barbells clingListen to the Barbells clingListen to the Barbells clingYou can't be kingListen to the BarbellsListen to the BarbellsListen to the Barbells clingListen to the Barbells[Solo]I know you're not afraid boyI've seen your silly games boyI know that prison is hard on your holeI know you're not afraid boyI've seen your silly games boyI know that prison is hard on your holeHard on your hole [repeat]Hole Hole
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