Lyrics Locked Up - Seff Tha Gaffla
Locked
UpSeff
the
Gaffla
A
Fillmo'
nigga
doin
time
up
in
the
county
Write
me
off
the
block
sellin
rocks
like
bounty
Send
me
up
to
Bruno
north
with
the
M.A
Nineteen
hour
lockdown
waitin
for
my
court
date
I'm
not
trippin
I
guess
I'm
gonna
lounge
around
Thinkin
about
my
mama
and
my
homies
from
the
Moe-Town
I'm
gonna
be
there
so
ya
know
I
gots
ta
open
shop
I
love
my
homies
and
the
record
I'm
about
to
drop
And
if
a
fool
want
funk
I'm
teachin
lessons
Never
on
the
phone
wit
a
ho
I'm
never
stressin,
hungh
Mama
told
me
there'd
be
days
like
this
Thinkin
about
the
money
and
the
days
I'd
miss
It's
12
o'clock
now
it's
time
to
go
out
to
the
yard
Watchin
the
SA's
and
niggas
tryin
to
act
hard
Keep
to
myself
ya
know
get
my
yokes
Walk
through
the
yard
say
what's
up
to
my
folks
Me
and
Celly
Cel
in
the
cuts
doin
curls
Fags
on
the
grass
doin
ballerina
twirls
I
had
on
Filas
I
didn't
want
to
get
em
dirty
Guards
on
the
top
watchin
wit
a
30/30
Jay
cats
runnin
around
yellin
and
tweakin
Watchin
Soul
Train
every
single
weekend
Niggas
talkin
shit
no
one
down
cuz
they
scary
Tryin
to
buy
protection
wit
tres
and
commisaries
But
you
know
I'm
no
punk
so
ya
know
I
kept
a
weapon
If
ya
know
I'm
right
for
gettin
shank
then
keep
steppin
Now
that
I'm
solo
you
won't
be
the
stew
find(?)
But
if
you
cross
me
nigga
put
your
number
on
the
line
When
I
get
out
you
know
I
got
a
choice
bro
Go
to
the
set
or
go
to
the
studio
I
prefer
studio
cuz
jail
just
ain't
me
Makin
hella
tapes
like
4-Tay
and
J.T
Rippin
up
the
stage
with
the
felony
(felony)
The
niggas
checkin
folders
that's
what
they
tellin
me
(tellin
me)
But
I'm
still
in
jail
doin
time
waitin
for
my
court
date
Slap
on
the
Rolex
give
me
my
tear
date
I
know
my
time
is
short
but
I
really
don't
know
when
Niggas
younger
than
me
gettin
shot
straight
to
the
pen
But
I
keeps
my
cool
drinkin
coffee
in
a
noodle
cup
30
days
later
stone
lets
roll
it
up
November
twenty-somethin
thank
God
I'm
still
livin
Released
to
my
folks
tomorrow
is
Thanksgiving
Go
to
my
house
take
off
the
Rolex
Hug
and
kiss
moms
okay
now
what's
next
Meet
J.T.
jump
in
the
shower
Moms
when
he
calls
tell
him
meet
me
in
an
hour
One
hour
past
I
think
I
hear
the
doorbell
So
used
to
hearin
keys
that
I
really
can't
tell
It's
my
nigga
like
I
figure
the
Bigga
the
Bigga
Figga
So
now
it's
time
to
go
But
you
don't
hear
me
though
Jumped
in
the
bucket
and
jetted
to
the
studio
(studio)
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