Glockin’ Jersey Bounce

(chyea) (brap) Cold steel on the concrete floor Heavy metal when they

lock that door No peace in a place so grim Keep a

tool on the hip,

sink or swim Heard the glock go click in the dark Now

the dogs outside start to bark (brap brap)

Locked up, no this ain't no game Heavy bars and a heavy

chain

But the steel outside keeps on calling me With the glocks and

the drums and

the artillery (watch out)

Two straps in the back of the ride No safety,

no place to hide

Run fast from the blue light flash Get the cash,

make a dash, hit the pedal,

crash They wanted me stuck in a cell

Living in a concrete hell But we bypass the guard at the

gate Too late, we decide our own fate (rah)

Now we transition, watch the flip

Brand new clip

on

the hip (let's go)

Behind the wall is a cold dark space But they'll never catch

us in this race (brap)

(it's over)