2Pac – Out On Bail feat. AB (Original Version 1)
2Pac – Out On Bail feat. AB (Original Version 2)
2Pac – Out On Bail feat. AB (Original Version 3)
Date: 1993/1994
Producer: LG (Patrick Harvey)
Samples: The Meters – Oh, Calcutta!
Lyrics:
[Intro: Tupac Talking]
Oh I posted bail? I’m out this motherfucker? I CAN GO?!
Aw FUCK Y’ALL! Ay fuck the judge
Fuck the motherfuckin district attorney, the prosecutor
And fuck you motherfuckers in the jury box, FUCK ALL Y’ALL
Cause I’m out on motherfuckin bail
Y’all ain’t NEVER gon’ see me in this motherfucker again
Drop that shit, Em
Let these ol’ punk-ass bitches know how we runnin this shit
Niggaz ain’t goin back to court, you STANK-ASS BITCHES
[Tupac]
I’m stuck in jail, the D.A.’s tryin to burn me
I’d be out on bail, if I had a good attorney
Want to label me a criminal and cuff me up
Got a pocket full of money so they rough me up – I ain’t trippin
In the county and I’m mad as fuck
Got a record so they put me with the baddest bunch
Everybody wanna talk cause I’m rappin, they askin me what happened
Is it true you did a flick with Janet Jackson?
I can’t sleep! They takin Polaroids
And I’m tryin to use the phone, but they makin noise
Man I wish I had my glock, cause it’s major
I’m makin shanks out the plastic in razors
These motherfuckers won’t leave me alone, that’s my word
Bout to turn a violation to a motherfuckin murder
I’m makin co-llect calls to my ol’ bitches
Send mo’ pictures, and make me some mo’ riches
To all the suckers on the block, talkin shit while I was locked up
Be prepared to get socked up
Cause the game is deep, and the fame is brief
And you bullshittin bitches ain’t changin me
I came straight up out the gutter, I was saved from hell
And I’m a thug, I was raised in jail, now I’m out on bail
[Chorus: Tupac talking over chorus]]
(Out on bail) You know what fuckin time it is
I’m out on bail (thug life nigga) 50,000 BEYOTCH! I’m out on bail
(Out on bail) Hey, hand me some motherfuckin cold 40’s from the fridge, nigga
Cause I’m out on bail (thug life nigga)
Ay pass me my motherfuckin Rolex
Yes bitch, that’s a Presidential
[Tupac]
I’m stuck in jail, and mad as a bitch
I’d be out on bail, if it wasn’t for the snitch
Runnin wild through the streets like I’m loco
And fuck the punk police and they chokeholds
I got no love in my heart cause I’m heartless
Mobbin in the park after dark wanna start shit
Rippin up the scene as a teen I was at it, hey
And sellin product to the addicts cause they gotta have it
I was a well-known thug and I got a lot of love
Hangin out with the O.G.’s, shootin up the clubs
And momma told me, don’t hang with the homies
But they got me if they need me, then it’s ON G
Got me sittin in a cell, a five by seven
Will I finally get to go to ghetto heaven?
Got my bitches on the outside, writin me letters
And they tell me they love me, and the shit’ll get better
I don’t believe ’em cause I just got the news on the wire
Take it how you want it but your bitch is on fire
I gotta be a player so I stay strong
Cause I know that I won’t be away long (hahahaha)
And when I finally do hit the fuckin streets, I’m a handle this
A thug nigga gettin scandalous, I’m on bail
[Chorus: Tupac talking over chorus]
(Out on bail) (thug life, will never fail)
See, out on bail, beyotch! (thug life nigga)
Know what time it is (thug life nigga) I’m out on bail
(Out on bail) You know
Out on bail (thug life nigga) Y’all Blow that shit
(Let this motherfuckers know how we do this old shit)
(thug life nigga) Get me up out this
Yo Em get me up out this motherfucker baby
[Outro – repeat to end]
(Out on bail) (thug life, will never fail)
(thug life nigga) (thug life nigga)
[Tupac – over Outro]
Motherfuckers tryin, to harass a player
Man I ain’t goin for this ol’ crazy ol’ sucks
Dealin with you scandalous bitches
Y’all need to pop some of these crooked ass motherfuckin police
But until you do, here go the motherfuckin feddy, I’m out on bail
I’ll see you motherfuckers at the next show
and by the way, where is my bitch?
Thats how we do this shit
You know, that’s that ol’ real thug shit
Real live thug shit, genuine
You know what i’m sayin? I wouldn’t waste yo’ motherfuckin time with no bullshit baby
Trust me, it’s that real shit
I’m talkin bout that shit you can be tellin your grandkids about y’know?
I ran with a thug nigga, believe that
This is for my fuckin nigga Em and the motherfuckin boys
In case you wonderin, we doin this shit, hell motherfuckin yeah
An ounce of that shit, sittin in yo’ motherfuckin lap
Now press rewind nigga
