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God damn, yeah, another squabble\n\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nSee, some punk locked up to get beat down\nRaped down, 'til his booty is broke down\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nRiots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\nWhat fight? The nigga trip, C.O. the rest he might scared\nBut couldn't squeal, I's like, \"Officer, that nigga right there\"\nNow, if he ain't get me his friend's will, needed a utensil\nIt turned out, I had to stab him in the eye wit a pencil\nState of shock, he made a yell, I said, \"Huh, what you want, traitor?\"\n\n\"C.O. puts me in the bin\", I'll say about a month later\nBack in population, didn't matter that his friends tensed\nThe phone prints, the years added to the sentence\nStill chillin' and all of that and I escaped when I didn't think\nSo, don't hit the sto' because they made a rape attempt\nThank goodness, failed, called out next, he wailed out\n\nHere go the C.O., \"Ricky Walters, pack up, you're bailed out\"\nThe C.O. couldn't see the rape, the kid'll snitch mass figure\nFast trigger, you'll be back, you little bitch ass nigga\nAu revoir, back to datin' sluts and stars\nAt least for now, no more accumulatin' cuts and scars behind bars\n\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nSee, some punk locked up to get beat down\nRaped down, 'til his booty is broke down\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nRiots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nSee, some punk locked up to get beat down\nRaped down, 'til his booty is broke down\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nRiots, melees and disturbances of the peace","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.51] Check this out, this Warren G, Y'know what I'm saying\n[00:02.49] Chilling wit my man Slick Rick, you know\n[00:04.87] And we gonna give you all a little tale about this jail stuff\n[00:07.68] You know, so Rick, why don't you run it homie, yeah\n[00:10.14] In the slammer kid but I'm innocent, Lord played witty\n[00:12.79] Wasn't havin' any pity now wit razor blades, did he\n[00:15.23] Cry suppose the situation seen mad eyes of foes\n[00:17.76] Drives a Rolls, hey yo, money, what size are those\n[00:20.16] Need to phone me to anothe sprang up, hmm to gang up\n[00:22.82] On the skid, housin' the phone like he didn't know how to hang up\n[00:25.06] Would be hard though ought a minute or so and then yells time on a\n[00:28.05] And when you get your commissary, buy this and that or else I'm gonna\n[00:30.63] Be on that ass and won't stay off, extort, fig I say, way off\n[00:33.19] Beaten death, you ain't protectin' me, forgot today's my day off\n[00:35.34] Hold my head and drift the sumo weighin' nuts and cars\n[00:37.90] Instead of sittin' here accumulatin' cuts and scars, behind bars\n[00:40.83] Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n[00:42.75] This type of shit happens every day\n[00:45.59] See, some punk locked up to get beat down\n[00:48.26] Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down\n[00:50.93] Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n[00:53.04] This type of shit happens every day\n[00:55.18] Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n[01:00.66] Mr. Slick Rick, let me take it for a second\n[01:03.06] And tell a short tale about the L.A. county jail\n[01:05.27] 9500, that was the lock up\n[01:07.53] When the lights got dim, it was time for the sock-up\n[01:10.52] Jackin' for the money, back-stab was my mission\n[01:13.21] If a riot jumped off, it's time for incision\n[01:15.25] Stickin' niggas here and stickin' niggas there\n[01:17.96] I turned around and looked and seen cops everywhere\n[01:20.33] Jackin' brothers up, slappin' brothers up\n[01:22.82] If you got blood on yo' clothes, lock up!\n[01:25.63] High-powered was the level, level fo'\n[01:28.12] Niggas sentenced to life and you can't be no hoe (biaatch!)\n[01:30.57] Or you get tooken with homies overlookin'\n[01:33.13] Esés next door with the Puma, straight cookin' (Come here, homes)\n[01:35.83] Lighten up the whole module\n[01:37.94] Huh! God damn, yeah, another squabble\n[01:40.39] Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n[01:43.15] This type of shit happens every day\n[01:45.80] See, some punk locked up to get beat down\n[01:48.75] Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down\n[01:50.79] Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n[01:53.48] This type of shit happens every day\n[01:55.99] Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n[02:00.18] What fight? The nigga trip, C.O. the rest he might scared\n[02:03.61] But couldn't squeal, I's like, \"Officer, that nigga right there\"\n[02:05.84] Now, if he ain't get me his friend's will, needed a utensil\n[02:08.67] It turned out, I had to stab him in the eye wit a pencil\n[02:11.17] State of shock, he made a yell, I said, \"Huh, what you want, traitor?\"\n[02:13.57] \"C.O. puts me in the bin\", I'll say about a month later\n[02:16.02] Back in population, didn't matter that his friends tensed\n[02:18.25] The phone prints, the years added to the sentence\n[02:20.93] Still chillin' and all of that and I escaped when I didn't think\n[02:23.67] So, don't hit the sto' because they made a rape attempt\n[02:26.32] Thank goodness, failed, called out next, he wailed out\n[02:28.76] Here go the C.O., \"Ricky Walters, pack up, you're bailed out\"\n[02:31.38] The C.O. couldn't see the rape, the kid'll snitch mass figure\n[02:33.53] Fast trigger, you'll be back, you little bitch ass nigga\n[02:36.40] Au revoir, back to datin' sluts and stars\n[02:38.75] At least for now, no more accumulatin' cuts and scars behind bars\n[02:41.86] Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n[02:43.42] This type of shit happens every day\n[02:45.98] See, some punk locked up to get beat down\n[02:48.97] Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down\n[02:51.49] Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n[02:53.91] This type of shit happens every day\n[02:56.11] Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n[03:01.32] Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n[03:04.09] This type of shit happens every day\n[03:06.46] See, some punk locked up to get beat down\n[03:09.13] Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down\n[03:11.43] Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n[03:13.95] This type of shit happens every day\n[03:16.40] Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n[03:20.12] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Behind Bars (Dum Ditty Dum Mix)\n  artist: Slick Rick\n  album: Behind Bars\n  duration_ms: 202000\n  instrumental: false\n  language: en\nlines:\n- text: Check this out, this Warren G, Y'know what I'm saying\n  start_ms: 140\n  end_ms: 2390\n  words:\n  - 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God damn, yeah, another squabble\n\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  See, some punk locked up to get beat down\n  Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\n  What fight? The nigga trip, C.O. the rest he might scared\n  But couldn't squeal, I's like, \"Officer, that nigga right there\"\n  Now, if he ain't get me his friend's will, needed a utensil\n  It turned out, I had to stab him in the eye wit a pencil\n  State of shock, he made a yell, I said, \"Huh, what you want, traitor?\"\n\n  \"C.O. puts me in the bin\", I'll say about a month later\n  Back in population, didn't matter that his friends tensed\n  The phone prints, the years added to the sentence\n  Still chillin' and all of that and I escaped when I didn't think\n  So, don't hit the sto' because they made a rape attempt\n  Thank goodness, failed, called out next, he wailed out\n\n  Here go the C.O., \"Ricky Walters, pack up, you're bailed out\"\n  The C.O. couldn't see the rape, the kid'll snitch mass figure\n  Fast trigger, you'll be back, you little bitch ass nigga\n  Au revoir, back to datin' sluts and stars\n  At least for now, no more accumulatin' cuts and scars behind bars\n\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  See, some punk locked up to get beat down\n  Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  See, some punk locked up to get beat down\n  Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n"},{"id":23431140,"name":"Behind Bars(Dum Ditty Dum Mix)","trackName":"Behind Bars(Dum Ditty Dum Mix)","artistName":"Slick Rick","albumName":"Behind Bars","duration":242.102857,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Check this out, this Warren G, Y'know what I'm saying\nChilling wit my man Slick Rick, you know\nAnd we gonna give you all a little tale about this jail stuff\nYou know, so Rick, why don't you run it homie, yeah\n\nIn the slammer kid but I'm innocent, Lord played witty\nWasn't havin' any pity now wit razor blades, did he\nCry suppose the situation seen mad eyes of foes\nDrives a Rolls, hey yo, money, what size are those\n\nNeed to phone me to anothe sprang up, hmm to gang up\nOn the skid, housin' the phone like he didn't know how to hang up\nWould be hard though ought a minute or so and then yells time on a\nAnd when you get your commissary, buy this and that or else I'm gonna\n\nBe on that ass and won't stay off, extort, fig I say, way off\nBeaten death, you ain't protectin' me, forgot today's my day off\nHold my head and drift the sumo weighin' nuts and cars\nInstead of sittin' here accumulatin' cuts and scars, behind bars\n\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nSee, some punk locked up to get beat down\nRaped down, 'til his booty is broke down\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nRiots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\nMr. Slick Rick, let me take it for a second\nAnd tell a short tale about the L.A. county jail\n9500, that was the lock up\nWhen the lights got dim, it was time for the sock-up\n\nJackin' for the money, back-stab was my mission\nIf a riot jumped off, it's time for incision\nStickin' niggas here and stickin' niggas there\nI turned around and looked and seen cops everywhere\nJackin' brothers up, slappin' brothers up\nIf you got blood on yo' clothes, lock up!\n\nHigh-powered was the level, level fo'\nNiggas sentenced to life and you can't be no hoe (biaatch!)\nOr you get tooken with homies overlookin'\nEsés next door with the Puma, straight cookin' (Come here, homes)\nLighten up the whole module\nHuh! God damn, yeah, another squabble\n\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nSee, some punk locked up to get beat down\nRaped down, 'til his booty is broke down\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nRiots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\nWhat fight? The nigga trip, C.O. the rest he might scared\nBut couldn't squeal, I's like, \"Officer, that nigga right there\"\nNow, if he ain't get me his friend's will, needed a utensil\nIt turned out, I had to stab him in the eye wit a pencil\nState of shock, he made a yell, I said, \"Huh, what you want, traitor?\"\n\n\"C.O. puts me in the bin\", I'll say about a month later\nBack in population, didn't matter that his friends tensed\nThe phone prints, the years added to the sentence\nStill chillin' and all of that and I escaped when I didn't think\nSo, don't hit the sto' because they made a rape attempt\nThank goodness, failed, called out next, he wailed out\n\nHere go the C.O., \"Ricky Walters, pack up, you're bailed out\"\nThe C.O. couldn't see the rape, the kid'll snitch mass figure\nFast trigger, you'll be back, you little bitch ass nigga\nAu revoir, back to datin' sluts and stars\nAt least for now, no more accumulatin' cuts and scars behind bars\n\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nSee, some punk locked up to get beat down\nRaped down, 'til his booty is broke down\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nRiots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nSee, some punk locked up to get beat down\nRaped down, 'til his booty is broke down\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nRiots, melees and disturbances of the peace","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.51] Check this out, this Warren G, Y'know what I'm saying\n[00:02.49] Chilling wit my man Slick Rick, you know\n[00:04.87] And we gonna give you all a little tale about this jail stuff\n[00:07.68] You know, so Rick, why don't you run it homie, yeah\n[00:10.14] In the slammer kid but I'm innocent, Lord played witty\n[00:12.79] Wasn't havin' any pity now wit razor blades, did he\n[00:15.23] Cry suppose the situation seen mad eyes of foes\n[00:17.76] Drives a Rolls, hey yo, money, what size are those\n[00:20.16] Need to phone me to anothe sprang up, hmm to gang up\n[00:22.82] On the skid, housin' the phone like he didn't know how to hang up\n[00:25.06] Would be hard though ought a minute or so and then yells time on a\n[00:28.05] And when you get your commissary, buy this and that or else I'm gonna\n[00:30.63] Be on that ass and won't stay off, extort, fig I say, way off\n[00:33.19] Beaten death, you ain't protectin' me, forgot today's my day off\n[00:35.34] Hold my head and drift the sumo weighin' nuts and cars\n[00:37.90] Instead of sittin' here accumulatin' cuts and scars, behind bars\n[00:40.83] Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n[00:42.75] This type of shit happens every day\n[00:45.59] See, some punk locked up to get beat down\n[00:48.26] Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down\n[00:50.93] Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n[00:53.04] This type of shit happens every day\n[00:55.18] Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n[01:00.66] Mr. Slick Rick, let me take it for a second\n[01:03.06] And tell a short tale about the L.A. county jail\n[01:05.27] 9500, that was the lock up\n[01:07.53] When the lights got dim, it was time for the sock-up\n[01:10.52] Jackin' for the money, back-stab was my mission\n[01:13.21] If a riot jumped off, it's time for incision\n[01:15.25] Stickin' niggas here and stickin' niggas there\n[01:17.96] I turned around and looked and seen cops everywhere\n[01:20.33] Jackin' brothers up, slappin' brothers up\n[01:22.82] If you got blood on yo' clothes, lock up!\n[01:25.63] High-powered was the level, level fo'\n[01:28.12] Niggas sentenced to life and you can't be no hoe (biaatch!)\n[01:30.57] Or you get tooken with homies overlookin'\n[01:33.13] Esés next door with the Puma, straight cookin' (Come here, homes)\n[01:35.83] Lighten up the whole module\n[01:37.94] Huh! God damn, yeah, another squabble\n[01:40.39] Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n[01:43.15] This type of shit happens every day\n[01:45.80] See, some punk locked up to get beat down\n[01:48.75] Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down\n[01:50.79] Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n[01:53.48] This type of shit happens every day\n[01:55.99] Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n[02:00.18] What fight? 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God damn, yeah, another squabble\n\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  See, some punk locked up to get beat down\n  Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\n  What fight? The nigga trip, C.O. the rest he might scared\n  But couldn't squeal, I's like, \"Officer, that nigga right there\"\n  Now, if he ain't get me his friend's will, needed a utensil\n  It turned out, I had to stab him in the eye wit a pencil\n  State of shock, he made a yell, I said, \"Huh, what you want, traitor?\"\n\n  \"C.O. puts me in the bin\", I'll say about a month later\n  Back in population, didn't matter that his friends tensed\n  The phone prints, the years added to the sentence\n  Still chillin' and all of that and I escaped when I didn't think\n  So, don't hit the sto' because they made a rape attempt\n  Thank goodness, failed, called out next, he wailed out\n\n  Here go the C.O., \"Ricky Walters, pack up, you're bailed out\"\n  The C.O. couldn't see the rape, the kid'll snitch mass figure\n  Fast trigger, you'll be back, you little bitch ass nigga\n  Au revoir, back to datin' sluts and stars\n  At least for now, no more accumulatin' cuts and scars behind bars\n\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  See, some punk locked up to get beat down\n  Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  See, some punk locked up to get beat down\n  Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n"},{"id":26268228,"name":"Behind Bars (Dum Ditty Dum Mix)","trackName":"Behind Bars (Dum Ditty Dum Mix)","artistName":"Slick Rick","albumName":"Behind Bars","duration":204.36,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Check this out, this Warren G, Y'know what I'm saying\nChilling wit my man Slick Rick, you know\nAnd we gonna give you all a little tale about this jail stuff\nYou know, so Rick, why don't you run it homie, yeah\n\nIn the slammer kid but I'm innocent, Lord played witty\nWasn't havin' any pity now wit razor blades, did he\nCry suppose the situation seen mad eyes of foes\nDrives a Rolls, hey yo, money, what size are those\n\nNeed to phone me to anothe sprang up, hmm to gang up\nOn the skid, housin' the phone like he didn't know how to hang up\nWould be hard though ought a minute or so and then yells time on a\nAnd when you get your commissary, buy this and that or else I'm gonna\n\nBe on that ass and won't stay off, extort, fig I say, way off\nBeaten death, you ain't protectin' me, forgot today's my day off\nHold my head and drift the sumo weighin' nuts and cars\nInstead of sittin' here accumulatin' cuts and scars, behind bars\n\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nSee, some punk locked up to get beat down\nRaped down, 'til his booty is broke down\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nRiots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\nMr. Slick Rick, let me take it for a second\nAnd tell a short tale about the L.A. county jail\n9500, that was the lock up\nWhen the lights got dim, it was time for the sock-up\n\nJackin' for the money, back-stab was my mission\nIf a riot jumped off, it's time for incision\nStickin' niggas here and stickin' niggas there\nI turned around and looked and seen cops everywhere\nJackin' brothers up, slappin' brothers up\nIf you got blood on yo' clothes, lock up!\n\nHigh-powered was the level, level fo'\nNiggas sentenced to life and you can't be no hoe (biaatch!)\nOr you get tooken with homies overlookin'\nEsés next door with the Puma, straight cookin' (Come here, homes)\nLighten up the whole module\nHuh! God damn, yeah, another squabble\n\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nSee, some punk locked up to get beat down\nRaped down, 'til his booty is broke down\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nRiots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\nWhat fight? The nigga trip, C.O. the rest he might scared\nBut couldn't squeal, I's like, \"Officer, that nigga right there\"\nNow, if he ain't get me his friend's will, needed a utensil\nIt turned out, I had to stab him in the eye wit a pencil\nState of shock, he made a yell, I said, \"Huh, what you want, traitor?\"\n\n\"C.O. puts me in the bin\", I'll say about a month later\nBack in population, didn't matter that his friends tensed\nThe phone prints, the years added to the sentence\nStill chillin' and all of that and I escaped when I didn't think\nSo, don't hit the sto' because they made a rape attempt\nThank goodness, failed, called out next, he wailed out\n\nHere go the C.O., \"Ricky Walters, pack up, you're bailed out\"\nThe C.O. couldn't see the rape, the kid'll snitch mass figure\nFast trigger, you'll be back, you little bitch ass nigga\nAu revoir, back to datin' sluts and stars\nAt least for now, no more accumulatin' cuts and scars behind bars\n\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nSee, some punk locked up to get beat down\nRaped down, 'til his booty is broke down\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nRiots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nSee, some punk locked up to get beat down\nRaped down, 'til his booty is broke down\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nRiots, melees and disturbances of the peace","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.51] Check this out, this Warren G, Y'know what I'm saying\n[00:02.49] Chilling wit my man Slick Rick, you know\n[00:04.87] And we gonna give you all a little tale about this jail stuff\n[00:07.68] You know, so Rick, why don't you run it homie, yeah\n[00:10.14] In the slammer kid but I'm innocent, Lord played witty\n[00:12.79] Wasn't havin' any pity now wit razor blades, did he\n[00:15.23] Cry suppose the situation seen mad eyes of foes\n[00:17.76] Drives a Rolls, hey yo, money, what size are those\n[00:20.16] Need to phone me to anothe sprang up, hmm to gang up\n[00:22.82] On the skid, housin' the phone like he didn't know how to hang up\n[00:25.06] Would be hard though ought a minute or so and then yells time on a\n[00:28.05] And when you get your commissary, buy this and that or else I'm gonna\n[00:30.63] Be on that ass and won't stay off, extort, fig I say, way off\n[00:33.19] Beaten death, you ain't protectin' me, forgot today's my day off\n[00:35.34] Hold my head and drift the sumo weighin' nuts and cars\n[00:37.90] Instead of sittin' here accumulatin' cuts and scars, behind bars\n[00:40.83] Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n[00:42.75] This type of shit happens every day\n[00:45.59] See, some punk locked up to get beat down\n[00:48.26] Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down\n[00:50.93] Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n[00:53.04] This type of shit happens every day\n[00:55.18] Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n[01:00.66] Mr. Slick Rick, let me take it for a second\n[01:03.06] And tell a short tale about the L.A. county jail\n[01:05.27] 9500, that was the lock up\n[01:07.53] When the lights got dim, it was time for the sock-up\n[01:10.52] Jackin' for the money, back-stab was my mission\n[01:13.21] If a riot jumped off, it's time for incision\n[01:15.25] Stickin' niggas here and stickin' niggas there\n[01:17.96] I turned around and looked and seen cops everywhere\n[01:20.33] Jackin' brothers up, slappin' brothers up\n[01:22.82] If you got blood on yo' clothes, lock up!\n[01:25.63] High-powered was the level, level fo'\n[01:28.12] Niggas sentenced to life and you can't be no hoe (biaatch!)\n[01:30.57] Or you get tooken with homies overlookin'\n[01:33.13] Esés next door with the Puma, straight cookin' (Come here, homes)\n[01:35.83] Lighten up the whole module\n[01:37.94] Huh! God damn, yeah, another squabble\n[01:40.39] Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n[01:43.15] This type of shit happens every day\n[01:45.80] See, some punk locked up to get beat down\n[01:48.75] Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down\n[01:50.79] Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n[01:53.48] This type of shit happens every day\n[01:55.99] Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n[02:00.18] What fight? 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The nigga trip, C.O. the rest he might scared\n  start_ms: 120180\n  end_ms: 123610\n- text: But couldn't squeal, I's like, \"Officer, that nigga right there\"\n  start_ms: 123610\n  end_ms: 125840\n- text: Now, if he ain't get me his friend's will, needed a utensil\n  start_ms: 125840\n  end_ms: 128670\n- text: It turned out, I had to stab him in the eye wit a pencil\n  start_ms: 128670\n  end_ms: 131170\n- text: State of shock, he made a yell, I said, \"Huh, what you want, traitor?\"\n  start_ms: 131170\n  end_ms: 133570\n- text: '\"C.O. puts me in the bin\", I''ll say about a month later'\n  start_ms: 133570\n  end_ms: 136020\n- text: Back in population, didn't matter that his friends tensed\n  start_ms: 136020\n  end_ms: 138250\n- text: The phone prints, the years added to the sentence\n  start_ms: 138250\n  end_ms: 140930\n- text: Still chillin' and all of that and I escaped when I didn't think\n  start_ms: 140930\n  end_ms: 143670\n- text: So, don't hit the sto' because they made a rape attempt\n  start_ms: 143670\n  end_ms: 146320\n- text: Thank goodness, failed, called out next, he wailed out\n  start_ms: 146320\n  end_ms: 148760\n- text: Here go the C.O., \"Ricky Walters, pack up, you're bailed out\"\n  start_ms: 148760\n  end_ms: 151380\n- text: The C.O. couldn't see the rape, the kid'll snitch mass figure\n  start_ms: 151380\n  end_ms: 153530\n- text: Fast trigger, you'll be back, you little bitch ass nigga\n  start_ms: 153530\n  end_ms: 156400\n- text: Au revoir, back to datin' sluts and stars\n  start_ms: 156400\n  end_ms: 158750\n- text: At least for now, no more accumulatin' cuts and scars behind bars\n  start_ms: 158750\n  end_ms: 161860\n- text: Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  start_ms: 161860\n  end_ms: 163420\n- text: This type of shit happens every day\n  start_ms: 163420\n  end_ms: 165980\n- text: See, some punk locked up to get beat down\n  start_ms: 165980\n  end_ms: 168970\n- text: Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down\n  start_ms: 168970\n  end_ms: 171490\n- text: Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  start_ms: 171490\n  end_ms: 173910\n- text: This type of shit happens every day\n  start_ms: 173910\n  end_ms: 176110\n- text: Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n  start_ms: 176110\n  end_ms: 181320\n- text: Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  start_ms: 181320\n  end_ms: 184090\n- text: This type of shit happens every day\n  start_ms: 184090\n  end_ms: 186460\n- text: See, some punk locked up to get beat down\n  start_ms: 186460\n  end_ms: 189130\n- text: Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down\n  start_ms: 189130\n  end_ms: 191430\n- text: Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  start_ms: 191430\n  end_ms: 193950\n- text: This type of shit happens every day\n  start_ms: 193950\n  end_ms: 196400\n- text: Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n  start_ms: 196400\n  end_ms: 200120\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 200120\nplain: |-\n  Check this out, this Warren G, Y'know what I'm saying\n  Chilling wit my man Slick Rick, you know\n  And we gonna give you all a little tale about this jail stuff\n  You know, so Rick, why don't you run it homie, yeah\n\n  In the slammer kid but I'm innocent, Lord played witty\n  Wasn't havin' any pity now wit razor blades, did he\n  Cry suppose the situation seen mad eyes of foes\n  Drives a Rolls, hey yo, money, what size are those\n\n  Need to phone me to anothe sprang up, hmm to gang up\n  On the skid, housin' the phone like he didn't know how to hang up\n  Would be hard though ought a minute or so and then yells time on a\n  And when you get your commissary, buy this and that or else I'm gonna\n\n  Be on that ass and won't stay off, extort, fig I say, way off\n  Beaten death, you ain't protectin' me, forgot today's my day off\n  Hold my head and drift the sumo weighin' nuts and cars\n  Instead of sittin' here accumulatin' cuts and scars, behind bars\n\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  See, some punk locked up to get beat down\n  Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\n  Mr. Slick Rick, let me take it for a second\n  And tell a short tale about the L.A. county jail\n  9500, that was the lock up\n  When the lights got dim, it was time for the sock-up\n\n  Jackin' for the money, back-stab was my mission\n  If a riot jumped off, it's time for incision\n  Stickin' niggas here and stickin' niggas there\n  I turned around and looked and seen cops everywhere\n  Jackin' brothers up, slappin' brothers up\n  If you got blood on yo' clothes, lock up!\n\n  High-powered was the level, level fo'\n  Niggas sentenced to life and you can't be no hoe (biaatch!)\n  Or you get tooken with homies overlookin'\n  Esés next door with the Puma, straight cookin' (Come here, homes)\n  Lighten up the whole module\n  Huh! God damn, yeah, another squabble\n\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  See, some punk locked up to get beat down\n  Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\n  What fight? The nigga trip, C.O. the rest he might scared\n  But couldn't squeal, I's like, \"Officer, that nigga right there\"\n  Now, if he ain't get me his friend's will, needed a utensil\n  It turned out, I had to stab him in the eye wit a pencil\n  State of shock, he made a yell, I said, \"Huh, what you want, traitor?\"\n\n  \"C.O. puts me in the bin\", I'll say about a month later\n  Back in population, didn't matter that his friends tensed\n  The phone prints, the years added to the sentence\n  Still chillin' and all of that and I escaped when I didn't think\n  So, don't hit the sto' because they made a rape attempt\n  Thank goodness, failed, called out next, he wailed out\n\n  Here go the C.O., \"Ricky Walters, pack up, you're bailed out\"\n  The C.O. couldn't see the rape, the kid'll snitch mass figure\n  Fast trigger, you'll be back, you little bitch ass nigga\n  Au revoir, back to datin' sluts and stars\n  At least for now, no more accumulatin' cuts and scars behind bars\n\n  Dum ditty 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type of shit, it happens every day)\n  (This type of shit, it happens every day)\n  (This type of shit, it happens every day)\n  (This type of shit, it happens every day)\n\n  In the slammer, kid, but I'm innocent\n  Lord played witty wasn't having any pity-\n  Now in Razor Blade City\n  Cries oppose the situation, seen mad eyes of foes\n  Drives a Rolls, \"Hey, yo, money, what size are those?\"\n  Need to phone, \"me too\"\n  Another sprang up, hmm, to gang up\n  On this kid, housing the phone\n  Like he didn't know how to hang up\n  Would be hard though\n  Up to a minute or so and then yells time on a\n  And when you get your commissary\n  Buy this and that or else I'm gonna\n  Be on that ass and won't stay off extort\n  Fig' (you safe?), way off\n  Beaten to death you ain't protecting me?\n  Forgot today's my day off\n  Hold my head and drift\n  The Sumo weight in knots and cars\n  Instead of sitting here accumulating cuts and scars\n  Behind bars\n\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n\n  Showing off because on the phone\n  Click, losing all the hoes off\n  Niggas housed the watch\n  And Donna took all of the clothes off\n  Nigga hell with drawers that's what my clothes figured telling\n  Every night it seem like mice\n  Be in and out a nigga cell and\n  Still ain't home, like on the hook\n  Seen a bunch of kids look\n  Miss outdoors\n  Never know what you have until it's took'en\n  And in fact, the moment you fear\n  All of that, you quote snaps\n  Well in a cell, did the exercises and wrote raps\n  I'll be a bigger star than you\n  Though never heard of the nigga\n  Takes my raps and read aloud\n  I wanted to murder the nigga\n  Just kidding, no offend to it, finally he ended it\n  Case dismissed, but your honor, D.A. kindly prevented it\n  He told to the judge, don't free him\n  This brother trigger wars\n  And not just that because I refuse to wash some jive nigga drawers\n  So hold the head\n  Drift the Sumo weight in knots and cars\n  Instead of sitting here accumulating cuts and scars\n\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n\n  What fight? the nigga trip C.O\n  The rest he might scared but couldn't squeal\n  That's like \"officer that nigga right there\"\n  Now if he ain't get me his friends will\n  Needed a utensil\n  It turned out I had to stab him in the eye\n  With a pencil\n  State of shock, he made a yell\n  I said, \"now what you want traitor?\"\n  C.O. puts me in the bin\n  I see ya about a month later\n  Back in population didn't matter that his friends tensed\n  The phone privs, the years added to the sentence\n  Still chilling and all of that and I escaped when\n  I don't think so\n  Don't hit the stove 'cause they made a rape attempt\n  Thank goodness, failed, call out next, he wail out\n  Here go the C.O\n  \"Ricky Walters, pack up, you're bailed out\"\n  The C.O. couldn't see the rape\n  The kid'll snitch mass figure\n  Fast trigger, you'll be back, you little bitch ass nigga\n  Au revoir, back to dating sluts and stars\n  At least for now, no more accumulating cuts and scars\n\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n"},{"id":35874876,"name":"Behind Bars (Dum Ditty Dum Mix With Warren G)","trackName":"Behind Bars (Dum Ditty Dum Mix With Warren G)","artistName":"Slick Rick","albumName":"Behind Bars","duration":246.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Check this out, this Warren G, Y'know what I'm saying\nChilling wit my man Slick Rick, you know\nAnd we gonna give you all a little tale about this jail stuff\nYou know, so Rick, why don't you run it homie, yeah\n\nIn the slammer kid but I'm innocent, Lord played witty\nWasn't havin' any pity now wit razor blades, did he\nCry suppose the situation seen mad eyes of foes\nDrives a Rolls, hey yo, money, what size are those\n\nNeed to phone me to anothe sprang up, hmm to gang up\nOn the skid, housin' the phone like he didn't know how to hang up\nWould be hard though ought a minute or so and then yells time on a\nAnd when you get your commissary, buy this and that or else I'm gonna\n\nBe on that ass and won't stay off, extort, fig I say, way off\nBeaten death, you ain't protectin' me, forgot today's my day off\nHold my head and drift the sumo weighin' nuts and cars\nInstead of sittin' here accumulatin' cuts and scars, behind bars\n\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nSee, some punk locked up to get beat down\nRaped down, 'til his booty is broke down\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nRiots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\nMr. Slick Rick, let me take it for a second\nAnd tell a short tale about the L.A. county jail\n9500, that was the lock up\nWhen the lights got dim, it was time for the sock-up\n\nJackin' for the money, back-stab was my mission\nIf a riot jumped off, it's time for incision\nStickin' niggas here and stickin' niggas there\nI turned around and looked and seen cops everywhere\nJackin' brothers up, slappin' brothers up\nIf you got blood on yo' clothes, lock up!\n\nHigh-powered was the level, level fo'\nNiggas sentenced to life and you can't be no hoe (biaatch!)\nOr you get tooken with homies overlookin'\nEsés next door with the Puma, straight cookin' (Come here, homes)\nLighten up the whole module\nHuh! God damn, yeah, another squabble\n\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nSee, some punk locked up to get beat down\nRaped down, 'til his booty is broke down\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nRiots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\nWhat fight? The nigga trip, C.O. the rest he might scared\nBut couldn't squeal, I's like, \"Officer, that nigga right there\"\nNow, if he ain't get me his friend's will, needed a utensil\nIt turned out, I had to stab him in the eye wit a pencil\nState of shock, he made a yell, I said, \"Huh, what you want, traitor?\"\n\n\"C.O. puts me in the bin\", I'll say about a month later\nBack in population, didn't matter that his friends tensed\nThe phone prints, the years added to the sentence\nStill chillin' and all of that and I escaped when I didn't think\nSo, don't hit the sto' because they made a rape attempt\nThank goodness, failed, called out next, he wailed out\n\nHere go the C.O., \"Ricky Walters, pack up, you're bailed out\"\nThe C.O. couldn't see the rape, the kid'll snitch mass figure\nFast trigger, you'll be back, you little bitch ass nigga\nAu revoir, back to datin' sluts and stars\nAt least for now, no more accumulatin' cuts and scars behind bars\n\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nSee, some punk locked up to get beat down\nRaped down, 'til his booty is broke down\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nRiots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nSee, some punk locked up to get beat down\nRaped down, 'til his booty is broke down\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nRiots, melees and disturbances of the peace","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Behind Bars (Dum Ditty Dum Mix With Warren G)\n  artist: Slick Rick\n  album: Behind Bars\n  duration_ms: 246000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Check this out, this Warren G, Y'know what I'm saying\n  Chilling wit my man Slick Rick, you know\n  And we gonna give you all a little tale about this jail stuff\n  You know, so Rick, why don't you run it homie, yeah\n\n  In the slammer kid but I'm innocent, Lord played witty\n  Wasn't havin' any pity now wit razor blades, did he\n  Cry suppose the situation seen mad eyes of foes\n  Drives a Rolls, hey yo, money, what size are those\n\n  Need to phone me to anothe sprang up, hmm to gang up\n  On the skid, housin' the phone like he didn't know how to hang up\n  Would be hard though ought a minute or so and then yells time on a\n  And when you get your commissary, buy this and that or else I'm gonna\n\n  Be on that ass and won't stay off, extort, fig I say, way off\n  Beaten death, you ain't protectin' me, forgot today's my day off\n  Hold my head and drift the sumo weighin' nuts and cars\n  Instead of sittin' here accumulatin' cuts and scars, behind bars\n\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  See, some punk locked up to get beat down\n  Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\n  Mr. Slick Rick, let me take it for a second\n  And tell a short tale about the L.A. county jail\n  9500, that was the lock up\n  When the lights got dim, it was time for the sock-up\n\n  Jackin' for the money, back-stab was my mission\n  If a riot jumped off, it's time for incision\n  Stickin' niggas here and stickin' niggas there\n  I turned around and looked and seen cops everywhere\n  Jackin' brothers up, slappin' brothers up\n  If you got blood on yo' clothes, lock up!\n\n  High-powered was the level, level fo'\n  Niggas sentenced to life and you can't be no hoe (biaatch!)\n  Or you get tooken with homies overlookin'\n  Esés next door with the Puma, straight cookin' (Come here, homes)\n  Lighten up the whole module\n  Huh! God damn, yeah, another squabble\n\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  See, some punk locked up to get beat down\n  Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\n  What fight? The nigga trip, C.O. the rest he might scared\n  But couldn't squeal, I's like, \"Officer, that nigga right there\"\n  Now, if he ain't get me his friend's will, needed a utensil\n  It turned out, I had to stab him in the eye wit a pencil\n  State of shock, he made a yell, I said, \"Huh, what you want, traitor?\"\n\n  \"C.O. puts me in the bin\", I'll say about a month later\n  Back in population, didn't matter that his friends tensed\n  The phone prints, the years added to the sentence\n  Still chillin' and all of that and I escaped when I didn't think\n  So, don't hit the sto' because they made a rape attempt\n  Thank goodness, failed, called out next, he wailed out\n\n  Here go the C.O., \"Ricky Walters, pack up, you're bailed out\"\n  The C.O. couldn't see the rape, the kid'll snitch mass figure\n  Fast trigger, you'll be back, you little bitch ass nigga\n  Au revoir, back to datin' sluts and stars\n  At least for now, no more accumulatin' cuts and scars behind bars\n\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  See, some punk locked up to get beat down\n  Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  See, some punk locked up to get beat down\n  Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n"},{"id":27172367,"name":"Behind Bars (Dum Ditty Dum Mix With Warren G)","trackName":"Behind Bars (Dum Ditty Dum Mix With Warren G)","artistName":"Slick Rick","albumName":"Behind Bars","duration":203.266667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Check this out, this Warren G, Y'know what I'm saying\nChilling wit my man Slick Rick, you know\nAnd we gonna give you all a little tale about this jail stuff\nYou know, so Rick, why don't you run it homie, yeah\n\nIn the slammer kid but I'm innocent, Lord played witty\nWasn't havin' any pity now wit razor blades, did he\nCry suppose the situation seen mad eyes of foes\nDrives a Rolls, hey yo, money, what size are those\n\nNeed to phone me to anothe sprang up, hmm to gang up\nOn the skid, housin' the phone like he didn't know how to hang up\nWould be hard though ought a minute or so and then yells time on a\nAnd when you get your commissary, buy this and that or else I'm gonna\n\nBe on that ass and won't stay off, extort, fig I say, way off\nBeaten death, you ain't protectin' me, forgot today's my day off\nHold my head and drift the sumo weighin' nuts and cars\nInstead of sittin' here accumulatin' cuts and scars, behind bars\n\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nSee, some punk locked up to get beat down\nRaped down, 'til his booty is broke down\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nRiots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\nMr. Slick Rick, let me take it for a second\nAnd tell a short tale about the L.A. county jail\n9500, that was the lock up\nWhen the lights got dim, it was time for the sock-up\n\nJackin' for the money, back-stab was my mission\nIf a riot jumped off, it's time for incision\nStickin' niggas here and stickin' niggas there\nI turned around and looked and seen cops everywhere\nJackin' brothers up, slappin' brothers up\nIf you got blood on yo' clothes, lock up!\n\nHigh-powered was the level, level fo'\nNiggas sentenced to life and you can't be no hoe (biaatch!)\nOr you get tooken with homies overlookin'\nEsés next door with the Puma, straight cookin' (Come here, homes)\nLighten up the whole module\nHuh! God damn, yeah, another squabble\n\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nSee, some punk locked up to get beat down\nRaped down, 'til his booty is broke down\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nRiots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\nWhat fight? The nigga trip, C.O. the rest he might scared\nBut couldn't squeal, I's like, \"Officer, that nigga right there\"\nNow, if he ain't get me his friend's will, needed a utensil\nIt turned out, I had to stab him in the eye wit a pencil\nState of shock, he made a yell, I said, \"Huh, what you want, traitor?\"\n\n\"C.O. puts me in the bin\", I'll say about a month later\nBack in population, didn't matter that his friends tensed\nThe phone prints, the years added to the sentence\nStill chillin' and all of that and I escaped when I didn't think\nSo, don't hit the sto' because they made a rape attempt\nThank goodness, failed, called out next, he wailed out\n\nHere go the C.O., \"Ricky Walters, pack up, you're bailed out\"\nThe C.O. couldn't see the rape, the kid'll snitch mass figure\nFast trigger, you'll be back, you little bitch ass nigga\nAu revoir, back to datin' sluts and stars\nAt least for now, no more accumulatin' cuts and scars behind bars\n\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nSee, some punk locked up to get beat down\nRaped down, 'til his booty is broke down\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nRiots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nSee, some punk locked up to get beat down\nRaped down, 'til his booty is broke down\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nRiots, melees and disturbances of the peace","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Behind Bars (Dum Ditty Dum Mix With Warren G)\n  artist: Slick Rick\n  album: Behind Bars\n  duration_ms: 203267\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Check this out, this Warren G, Y'know what I'm saying\n  Chilling wit my man Slick Rick, you know\n  And we gonna give you all a little tale about this jail stuff\n  You know, so Rick, why don't you run it homie, yeah\n\n  In the slammer kid but I'm innocent, Lord played witty\n  Wasn't havin' any pity now wit razor blades, did he\n  Cry suppose the situation seen mad eyes of foes\n  Drives a Rolls, hey yo, money, what size are those\n\n  Need to phone me to anothe sprang up, hmm to gang up\n  On the skid, housin' the phone like he didn't know how to hang up\n  Would be hard though ought a minute or so and then yells time on a\n  And when you get your commissary, buy this and that or else I'm gonna\n\n  Be on that ass and won't stay off, extort, fig I say, way off\n  Beaten death, you ain't protectin' me, forgot today's my day off\n  Hold my head and drift the sumo weighin' nuts and cars\n  Instead of sittin' here accumulatin' cuts and scars, behind bars\n\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  See, some punk locked up to get beat down\n  Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\n  Mr. Slick Rick, let me take it for a second\n  And tell a short tale about the L.A. county jail\n  9500, that was the lock up\n  When the lights got dim, it was time for the sock-up\n\n  Jackin' for the money, back-stab was my mission\n  If a riot jumped off, it's time for incision\n  Stickin' niggas here and stickin' niggas there\n  I turned around and looked and seen cops everywhere\n  Jackin' brothers up, slappin' brothers up\n  If you got blood on yo' clothes, lock up!\n\n  High-powered was the level, level fo'\n  Niggas sentenced to life and you can't be no hoe (biaatch!)\n  Or you get tooken with homies overlookin'\n  Esés next door with the Puma, straight cookin' (Come here, homes)\n  Lighten up the whole module\n  Huh! God damn, yeah, another squabble\n\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  See, some punk locked up to get beat down\n  Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\n  What fight? The nigga trip, C.O. the rest he might scared\n  But couldn't squeal, I's like, \"Officer, that nigga right there\"\n  Now, if he ain't get me his friend's will, needed a utensil\n  It turned out, I had to stab him in the eye wit a pencil\n  State of shock, he made a yell, I said, \"Huh, what you want, traitor?\"\n\n  \"C.O. puts me in the bin\", I'll say about a month later\n  Back in population, didn't matter that his friends tensed\n  The phone prints, the years added to the sentence\n  Still chillin' and all of that and I escaped when I didn't think\n  So, don't hit the sto' because they made a rape attempt\n  Thank goodness, failed, called out next, he wailed out\n\n  Here go the C.O., \"Ricky Walters, pack up, you're bailed out\"\n  The C.O. couldn't see the rape, the kid'll snitch mass figure\n  Fast trigger, you'll be back, you little bitch ass nigga\n  Au revoir, back to datin' sluts and stars\n  At least for now, no more accumulatin' cuts and scars behind bars\n\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  See, some punk locked up to get beat down\n  Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  See, some punk locked up to get beat down\n  Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n"},{"id":40104166,"name":"Behind Bars (Dum Ditty Dum mix) (feat․ Warren G)","trackName":"Behind Bars (Dum Ditty Dum mix) (feat․ Warren G)","artistName":"Slick Rick","albumName":"Behind Bars","duration":202.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Check this out, this Warren G, you know what I'm sayin'?\nChillin' with my man Slick Rick, you know\nAnd we gon' give y'all a little tale about that jail stuff, you know\nSo Rick, why don't you run it, homie? Yeah\n\nIn the slammer, kid (But I'm innocent!)\nLaw played with, he wasn't having any pity\nNow in razor blade city, cry supposed to situation\n\nSeen mad eyes of those tries of rose\n\"Ayo, money, what size are those?\"\nNeither for me to another sprang up, hmm, to gang up\nOn this kid housing a phone like he didn't know how to hang up\nWould be hard, though, up to a minute\nOr so and then yells, \"Time on it!\"\n\"Now when you get your commissary, buy this and that or else I'm gone\"\n\nFeel like the wall stay off, extort, figure I save way off\n\"Feel the death, you ain't protecting me?\" Forgot today's my day off\nHold my head and drift, assume I'm waiting nuts and cars\nInstead of sitting here accumulating cuts and scars behind bars\n\nDum-diddy-dum-diddy-diddy-daddy-yeah\nThis type of shit happens every day\nSome punk locked up to get beat down\nBreak down to his serious breakdown\nDum-diddy-dum-diddy-diddy-daddy-yeah\nThis type of shit happens every day\nRiots, melees, and disturbances of the peace\n\nMr. Slick Rick, let me take it for a second\nAnd tell a short tale about the L.A. County Jail\nNinety-five hundred, that was the lockup\nWhen the lights got dim, it was time for the sock-up\nJacking for the money bags, that was my mission\nIf a riot jumped off, it's time for incision\n\nSticking niggas dead (Ooh!) and sticking niggas back (Ah!)\nI turned around and looked and seen cops everywhere\n\nJacking brothers up, slapping brothers up\nIf you got blood on your clothes, lock up!\nHigh power was the level ever fo'\nSentenced to life and you can't be no ho (Yeah)\nOr you'll get taken with homies overlooking\nEses next door with the pruno straight cooking (Meow)\nLighting up the whole module, huh\nGoddamn, yeah, another squabble\n\nDum-diddy-dum-diddy-diddy-daddy-yeah\nThis type of shit happens every day\nSome punk locked up to get beat down\nBreak down to his serious breakdown\nDum-diddy-dum-diddy-diddy-daddy-yeah\nThis type of shit happens every day\nRiots, melees, and disturbances of the peace\n\nOne fight, then hear the tripsio\nThe rest he might scare, but couldn't school\nI'm like, \"Officer, that tray right there\"\nNow if he ain't give me his friends will, needed a utensil\n\nTurn, I had to stab him in the eye with a pencil\n\nState of shock, he made a yell, I said, \"Now what you want, traitor?\"\nCO puts me in the bitch, I say, \"About a month later\"\nBack in population, didn't matter that his friends tense\nThe phone fridge, the years added to the sentence\n\nStill chilling and all of that, and I escaped when I didn't think so\nThey'll hit the cell because they made a rape attempt\nThank goodness, failed, but the next he wailed out\nHere go the CO, \"Ricky Walters, back up, you're bailed out\"\nThe CO couldn't see the rape, the cute snitch man's figure\nFast trigger, you'll be back, you little...\nAu revoir, back to being sluts and stars (At least for now)\nNo more accumulating cuts and scars behind bars\n\nDum-diddy-dum-diddy-diddy-daddy-yeah\nThis type of shit happens every day\nSome punk locked up to get beat down\nBreak down to his serious breakdown\nDum-diddy-dum-diddy-diddy-daddy-yeah\nThis type of shit happens every day\nRiots, melees, and disturbances of the peace\n\nDum-diddy-dum-diddy-diddy-daddy-yeah\nThis type of shit happens every day\nSome punk locked up to get beat down\nBreak down to his serious breakdown\nDum-diddy-dum-diddy-diddy-daddy-yeah\nThis type of shit happens every day\nRiots, melees, and disturbances of the peace","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Behind Bars (Dum Ditty Dum mix) (feat․ Warren G)\n  artist: Slick Rick\n  album: Behind Bars\n  duration_ms: 202034\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Check this out, this Warren G, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  Chillin' with my man Slick Rick, you know\n  And we gon' give y'all a little tale about that jail stuff, you know\n  So Rick, why don't you run it, homie? Yeah\n\n  In the slammer, kid (But I'm innocent!)\n  Law played with, he wasn't having any pity\n  Now in razor blade city, cry supposed to situation\n\n  Seen mad eyes of those tries of rose\n  \"Ayo, money, what size are those?\"\n  Neither for me to another sprang up, hmm, to gang up\n  On this kid housing a phone like he didn't know how to hang up\n  Would be hard, though, up to a minute\n  Or so and then yells, \"Time on it!\"\n  \"Now when you get your commissary, buy this and that or else I'm gone\"\n\n  Feel like the wall stay off, extort, figure I save way off\n  \"Feel the death, you ain't protecting me?\" Forgot today's my day off\n  Hold my head and drift, assume I'm waiting nuts and cars\n  Instead of sitting here accumulating cuts and scars behind bars\n\n  Dum-diddy-dum-diddy-diddy-daddy-yeah\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  Some punk locked up to get beat down\n  Break down to his serious breakdown\n  Dum-diddy-dum-diddy-diddy-daddy-yeah\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  Riots, melees, and disturbances of the peace\n\n  Mr. Slick Rick, let me take it for a second\n  And tell a short tale about the L.A. County Jail\n  Ninety-five hundred, that was the lockup\n  When the lights got dim, it was time for the sock-up\n  Jacking for the money bags, that was my mission\n  If a riot jumped off, it's time for incision\n\n  Sticking niggas dead (Ooh!) and sticking niggas back (Ah!)\n  I turned around and looked and seen cops everywhere\n\n  Jacking brothers up, slapping brothers up\n  If you got blood on your clothes, lock up!\n  High power was the level ever fo'\n  Sentenced to life and you can't be no ho (Yeah)\n  Or you'll get taken with homies overlooking\n  Eses next door with the pruno straight cooking (Meow)\n  Lighting up the whole module, huh\n  Goddamn, yeah, another squabble\n\n  Dum-diddy-dum-diddy-diddy-daddy-yeah\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  Some punk locked up to get beat down\n  Break down to his serious breakdown\n  Dum-diddy-dum-diddy-diddy-daddy-yeah\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  Riots, melees, and disturbances of the peace\n\n  One fight, then hear the tripsio\n  The rest he might scare, but couldn't school\n  I'm like, \"Officer, that tray right there\"\n  Now if he ain't give me his friends will, needed a utensil\n\n  Turn, I had to stab him in the eye with a pencil\n\n  State of shock, he made a yell, I said, \"Now what you want, traitor?\"\n  CO puts me in the bitch, I say, \"About a month later\"\n  Back in population, didn't matter that his friends tense\n  The phone fridge, the years added to the sentence\n\n  Still chilling and all of that, and I escaped when I didn't think so\n  They'll hit the cell because they made a rape attempt\n  Thank goodness, failed, but the next he wailed out\n  Here go the CO, \"Ricky Walters, back up, you're bailed out\"\n  The CO couldn't see the rape, the cute snitch man's figure\n  Fast trigger, you'll be back, you little...\n  Au revoir, back to being sluts and stars (At least for now)\n  No more accumulating cuts and scars behind bars\n\n  Dum-diddy-dum-diddy-diddy-daddy-yeah\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  Some punk locked up to get beat down\n  Break down to his serious breakdown\n  Dum-diddy-dum-diddy-diddy-daddy-yeah\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  Riots, melees, and disturbances of the peace\n\n  Dum-diddy-dum-diddy-diddy-daddy-yeah\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  Some punk locked up to get beat down\n  Break down to his serious breakdown\n  Dum-diddy-dum-diddy-diddy-daddy-yeah\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  Riots, melees, and disturbances of the peace\n"},{"id":39702749,"name":"Behind Bars (Dum Ditty Dum Mix) [With Warren G]","trackName":"Behind Bars (Dum Ditty Dum Mix) [With Warren G]","artistName":"Slick Rick","albumName":"Behind Bars (Remixes)","duration":204.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Check this out, this Warren G, Y'know what I'm saying\nChilling wit my man Slick Rick, you know\nAnd we gonna give you all a little tale about this jail stuff\nYou know, so Rick, why don't you run it homie, yeah\n\nIn the slammer kid but I'm innocent, Lord played witty\nWasn't havin' any pity now wit razor blades, did he\nCry suppose the situation seen mad eyes of foes\nDrives a Rolls, hey yo, money, what size are those\n\nNeed to phone me to anothe sprang up, hmm to gang up\nOn the skid, housin' the phone like he didn't know how to hang up\nWould be hard though ought a minute or so and then yells time on a\nAnd when you get your commissary, buy this and that or else I'm gonna\n\nBe on that ass and won't stay off, extort, fig I say, way off\nBeaten death, you ain't protectin' me, forgot today's my day off\nHold my head and drift the sumo weighin' nuts and cars\nInstead of sittin' here accumulatin' cuts and scars, behind bars\n\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nSee, some punk locked up to get beat down\nRaped down, 'til his booty is broke down\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nRiots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\nMr. Slick Rick, let me take it for a second\nAnd tell a short tale about the L.A. county jail\n9500, that was the lock up\nWhen the lights got dim, it was time for the sock-up\n\nJackin' for the money, back-stab was my mission\nIf a riot jumped off, it's time for incision\nStickin' niggas here and stickin' niggas there\nI turned around and looked and seen cops everywhere\nJackin' brothers up, slappin' brothers up\nIf you got blood on yo' clothes, lock up!\n\nHigh-powered was the level, level fo'\nNiggas sentenced to life and you can't be no hoe (biaatch!)\nOr you get tooken with homies overlookin'\nEsés next door with the Puma, straight cookin' (Come here, homes)\nLighten up the whole module\nHuh! God damn, yeah, another squabble\n\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nSee, some punk locked up to get beat down\nRaped down, 'til his booty is broke down\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nRiots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\nWhat fight? The nigga trip, C.O. the rest he might scared\nBut couldn't squeal, I's like, \"Officer, that nigga right there\"\nNow, if he ain't get me his friend's will, needed a utensil\nIt turned out, I had to stab him in the eye wit a pencil\nState of shock, he made a yell, I said, \"Huh, what you want, traitor?\"\n\n\"C.O. puts me in the bin\", I'll say about a month later\nBack in population, didn't matter that his friends tensed\nThe phone prints, the years added to the sentence\nStill chillin' and all of that and I escaped when I didn't think\nSo, don't hit the sto' because they made a rape attempt\nThank goodness, failed, called out next, he wailed out\n\nHere go the C.O., \"Ricky Walters, pack up, you're bailed out\"\nThe C.O. couldn't see the rape, the kid'll snitch mass figure\nFast trigger, you'll be back, you little bitch ass nigga\nAu revoir, back to datin' sluts and stars\nAt least for now, no more accumulatin' cuts and scars behind bars\n\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nSee, some punk locked up to get beat down\nRaped down, 'til his booty is broke down\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nRiots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nSee, some punk locked up to get beat down\nRaped down, 'til his booty is broke down\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nRiots, melees and disturbances of the peace","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Behind Bars (Dum Ditty Dum Mix) [With Warren G]\n  artist: Slick Rick\n  album: Behind Bars (Remixes)\n  duration_ms: 203827\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Check this out, this Warren G, Y'know what I'm saying\n  Chilling wit my man Slick Rick, you know\n  And we gonna give you all a little tale about this jail stuff\n  You know, so Rick, why don't you run it homie, yeah\n\n  In the slammer kid but I'm innocent, Lord played witty\n  Wasn't havin' any pity now wit razor blades, did he\n  Cry suppose the situation seen mad eyes of foes\n  Drives a Rolls, hey yo, money, what size are those\n\n  Need to phone me to anothe sprang up, hmm to gang up\n  On the skid, housin' the phone like he didn't know how to hang up\n  Would be hard though ought a minute or so and then yells time on a\n  And when you get your commissary, buy this and that or else I'm gonna\n\n  Be on that ass and won't stay off, extort, fig I say, way off\n  Beaten death, you ain't protectin' me, forgot today's my day off\n  Hold my head and drift the sumo weighin' nuts and cars\n  Instead of sittin' here accumulatin' cuts and scars, behind bars\n\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  See, some punk locked up to get beat down\n  Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\n  Mr. Slick Rick, let me take it for a second\n  And tell a short tale about the L.A. county jail\n  9500, that was the lock up\n  When the lights got dim, it was time for the sock-up\n\n  Jackin' for the money, back-stab was my mission\n  If a riot jumped off, it's time for incision\n  Stickin' niggas here and stickin' niggas there\n  I turned around and looked and seen cops everywhere\n  Jackin' brothers up, slappin' brothers up\n  If you got blood on yo' clothes, lock up!\n\n  High-powered was the level, level fo'\n  Niggas sentenced to life and you can't be no hoe (biaatch!)\n  Or you get tooken with homies overlookin'\n  Esés next door with the Puma, straight cookin' (Come here, homes)\n  Lighten up the whole module\n  Huh! God damn, yeah, another squabble\n\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  See, some punk locked up to get beat down\n  Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\n  What fight? The nigga trip, C.O. the rest he might scared\n  But couldn't squeal, I's like, \"Officer, that nigga right there\"\n  Now, if he ain't get me his friend's will, needed a utensil\n  It turned out, I had to stab him in the eye wit a pencil\n  State of shock, he made a yell, I said, \"Huh, what you want, traitor?\"\n\n  \"C.O. puts me in the bin\", I'll say about a month later\n  Back in population, didn't matter that his friends tensed\n  The phone prints, the years added to the sentence\n  Still chillin' and all of that and I escaped when I didn't think\n  So, don't hit the sto' because they made a rape attempt\n  Thank goodness, failed, called out next, he wailed out\n\n  Here go the C.O., \"Ricky Walters, pack up, you're bailed out\"\n  The C.O. couldn't see the rape, the kid'll snitch mass figure\n  Fast trigger, you'll be back, you little bitch ass nigga\n  Au revoir, back to datin' sluts and stars\n  At least for now, no more accumulatin' cuts and scars behind bars\n\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  See, some punk locked up to get beat down\n  Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  See, some punk locked up to get beat down\n  Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n"},{"id":18931771,"name":"Behind Bars - Dum Ditty Dum Mix W/ Warren G","trackName":"Behind Bars - Dum Ditty Dum Mix W/ Warren G","artistName":"Slick Rick","albumName":"Behind Bars (Remixes)","duration":204.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Check this out, this Warren G, Y'know what I'm saying\nChilling wit my man Slick Rick, you know\nAnd we gonna give you all a little tale about this jail stuff\nYou know, so Rick, why don't you run it homie, yeah\n\nIn the slammer kid but I'm innocent, Lord played witty\nWasn't havin' any pity now wit razor blades, did he\nCry suppose the situation seen mad eyes of foes\nDrives a Rolls, hey yo, money, what size are those\n\nNeed to phone me to anothe sprang up, hmm to gang up\nOn the skid, housin' the phone like he didn't know how to hang up\nWould be hard though ought a minute or so and then yells time on a\nAnd when you get your commissary, buy this and that or else I'm gonna\n\nBe on that ass and won't stay off, extort, fig I say, way off\nBeaten death, you ain't protectin' me, forgot today's my day off\nHold my head and drift the sumo weighin' nuts and cars\nInstead of sittin' here accumulatin' cuts and scars, behind bars\n\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nSee, some punk locked up to get beat down\nRaped down, 'til his booty is broke down\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nRiots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\nMr. Slick Rick, let me take it for a second\nAnd tell a short tale about the L.A. county jail\n9500, that was the lock up\nWhen the lights got dim, it was time for the sock-up\n\nJackin' for the money, back-stab was my mission\nIf a riot jumped off, it's time for incision\nStickin' niggas here and stickin' niggas there\nI turned around and looked and seen cops everywhere\nJackin' brothers up, slappin' brothers up\nIf you got blood on yo' clothes, lock up!\n\nHigh-powered was the level, level fo'\nNiggas sentenced to life and you can't be no hoe (biaatch!)\nOr you get tooken with homies overlookin'\nEsés next door with the Puma, straight cookin' (Come here, homes)\nLighten up the whole module\nHuh! God damn, yeah, another squabble\n\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nSee, some punk locked up to get beat down\nRaped down, 'til his booty is broke down\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nRiots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\nWhat fight? The nigga trip, C.O. the rest he might scared\nBut couldn't squeal, I's like, \"Officer, that nigga right there\"\nNow, if he ain't get me his friend's will, needed a utensil\nIt turned out, I had to stab him in the eye wit a pencil\nState of shock, he made a yell, I said, \"Huh, what you want, traitor?\"\n\n\"C.O. puts me in the bin\", I'll say about a month later\nBack in population, didn't matter that his friends tensed\nThe phone prints, the years added to the sentence\nStill chillin' and all of that and I escaped when I didn't think\nSo, don't hit the sto' because they made a rape attempt\nThank goodness, failed, called out next, he wailed out\n\nHere go the C.O., \"Ricky Walters, pack up, you're bailed out\"\nThe C.O. couldn't see the rape, the kid'll snitch mass figure\nFast trigger, you'll be back, you little bitch ass nigga\nAu revoir, back to datin' sluts and stars\nAt least for now, no more accumulatin' cuts and scars behind bars\n\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nSee, some punk locked up to get beat down\nRaped down, 'til his booty is broke down\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nRiots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nSee, some punk locked up to get beat down\nRaped down, 'til his booty is broke down\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nRiots, melees and disturbances of the peace","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Behind Bars - Dum Ditty Dum Mix W/ Warren G\n  artist: Slick Rick\n  album: Behind Bars (Remixes)\n  duration_ms: 204000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Check this out, this Warren G, Y'know what I'm saying\n  Chilling wit my man Slick Rick, you know\n  And we gonna give you all a little tale about this jail stuff\n  You know, so Rick, why don't you run it homie, yeah\n\n  In the slammer kid but I'm innocent, Lord played witty\n  Wasn't havin' any pity now wit razor blades, did he\n  Cry suppose the situation seen mad eyes of foes\n  Drives a Rolls, hey yo, money, what size are those\n\n  Need to phone me to anothe sprang up, hmm to gang up\n  On the skid, housin' the phone like he didn't know how to hang up\n  Would be hard though ought a minute or so and then yells time on a\n  And when you get your commissary, buy this and that or else I'm gonna\n\n  Be on that ass and won't stay off, extort, fig I say, way off\n  Beaten death, you ain't protectin' me, forgot today's my day off\n  Hold my head and drift the sumo weighin' nuts and cars\n  Instead of sittin' here accumulatin' cuts and scars, behind bars\n\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  See, some punk locked up to get beat down\n  Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\n  Mr. Slick Rick, let me take it for a second\n  And tell a short tale about the L.A. county jail\n  9500, that was the lock up\n  When the lights got dim, it was time for the sock-up\n\n  Jackin' for the money, back-stab was my mission\n  If a riot jumped off, it's time for incision\n  Stickin' niggas here and stickin' niggas there\n  I turned around and looked and seen cops everywhere\n  Jackin' brothers up, slappin' brothers up\n  If you got blood on yo' clothes, lock up!\n\n  High-powered was the level, level fo'\n  Niggas sentenced to life and you can't be no hoe (biaatch!)\n  Or you get tooken with homies overlookin'\n  Esés next door with the Puma, straight cookin' (Come here, homes)\n  Lighten up the whole module\n  Huh! God damn, yeah, another squabble\n\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  See, some punk locked up to get beat down\n  Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\n  What fight? The nigga trip, C.O. the rest he might scared\n  But couldn't squeal, I's like, \"Officer, that nigga right there\"\n  Now, if he ain't get me his friend's will, needed a utensil\n  It turned out, I had to stab him in the eye wit a pencil\n  State of shock, he made a yell, I said, \"Huh, what you want, traitor?\"\n\n  \"C.O. puts me in the bin\", I'll say about a month later\n  Back in population, didn't matter that his friends tensed\n  The phone prints, the years added to the sentence\n  Still chillin' and all of that and I escaped when I didn't think\n  So, don't hit the sto' because they made a rape attempt\n  Thank goodness, failed, called out next, he wailed out\n\n  Here go the C.O., \"Ricky Walters, pack up, you're bailed out\"\n  The C.O. couldn't see the rape, the kid'll snitch mass figure\n  Fast trigger, you'll be back, you little bitch ass nigga\n  Au revoir, back to datin' sluts and stars\n  At least for now, no more accumulatin' cuts and scars behind bars\n\n  Dum ditty 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shit, it happens every day)\n(This type of shit, it happens every day)\n(This type of shit, it happens every day)\n\nIn the slammer, kid, but I'm innocent\nLord played witty wasn't having any pity-\nNow in Razor Blade City\nCries oppose the situation, seen mad eyes of foes\nDrives a Rolls, \"Hey, yo, money, what size are those?\"\nNeed to phone, \"me too\"\nAnother sprang up, hmm, to gang up\nOn this kid, housing the phone\nLike he didn't know how to hang up\nWould be hard though\nUp to a minute or so and then yells time on a\nAnd when you get your commissary\nBuy this and that or else I'm gonna\nBe on that ass and won't stay off extort\nFig' (you safe?), way off\nBeaten to death you ain't protecting me?\nForgot today's my day off\nHold my head and drift\nThe Sumo weight in knots and cars\nInstead of sitting here accumulating cuts and scars\nBehind bars\n\nBehind bars\nBehind bars\nBehind bars\nBehind bars\nBehind bars\n\nShowing off because on the phone\nClick, losing all the hoes 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the hook\n[01:16.56] Seen a bunch of kids look\n[01:17.80] Miss outdoors\n[01:18.58] Never know what you have until it's took'en\n[01:20.44] And in fact, the moment you fear\n[01:21.70] All of that, you quote snaps\n[01:22.87] Well in a cell, did the exercises and wrote raps\n[01:25.35] I'll be a bigger star than you\n[01:26.62] Though never heard of the nigga\n[01:27.90] Takes my raps and read aloud\n[01:29.25] I wanted to murder the nigga\n[01:30.41] Just kidding, no offend to it, finally he ended it\n[01:33.07] Case dismissed, but your honor, D.A. kindly prevented it\n[01:35.41] He told to the judge, don't free him\n[01:36.96] This brother trigger wars\n[01:37.98] And not just that because I refuse to wash some jive nigga drawers\n[01:40.59] So hold the head\n[01:41.17] Drift the Sumo weight in knots and cars\n[01:42.90] Instead of sitting here accumulating cuts and scars\n[01:45.53] Behind bars\n[01:47.71] Behind bars\n[01:50.71] Behind bars\n[01:53.28] Behind bars\n[01:55.30] Behind bars\n[01:57.85] Behind bars\n[02:00.55] Behind bars\n[02:03.15] Behind bars\n[02:05.75] What fight? the nigga trip C.O\n[02:07.28] The rest he might scared but couldn't squeal\n[02:08.82] That's like \"officer that nigga right there\"\n[02:10.62] Now if he ain't get me his friends will\n[02:12.33] Needed a utensil\n[02:13.58] It turned out I had to stab him in the eye\n[02:15.23] With a pencil\n[02:15.70] State of shock, he made a yell\n[02:16.93] I said, \"now what you want traitor?\"\n[02:18.53] C.O. puts me in the bin\n[02:19.58] I see ya about a month later\n[02:20.97] Back in population didn't matter that his friends tensed\n[02:23.25] The phone privs, the years added to the sentence\n[02:25.89] Still chilling and all of that and I escaped when\n[02:28.03] I don't think so\n[02:28.98] Don't hit the stove 'cause they made a rape attempt\n[02:30.96] Thank goodness, failed, call out next, he wail out\n[02:33.35] Here go the C.O\n[02:34.03] \"Ricky Walters, pack up, you're 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type of shit, it happens every day)\n  (This type of shit, it happens every day)\n  (This type of shit, it happens every day)\n  (This type of shit, it happens every day)\n\n  In the slammer, kid, but I'm innocent\n  Lord played witty wasn't having any pity-\n  Now in Razor Blade City\n  Cries oppose the situation, seen mad eyes of foes\n  Drives a Rolls, \"Hey, yo, money, what size are those?\"\n  Need to phone, \"me too\"\n  Another sprang up, hmm, to gang up\n  On this kid, housing the phone\n  Like he didn't know how to hang up\n  Would be hard though\n  Up to a minute or so and then yells time on a\n  And when you get your commissary\n  Buy this and that or else I'm gonna\n  Be on that ass and won't stay off extort\n  Fig' (you safe?), way off\n  Beaten to death you ain't protecting me?\n  Forgot today's my day off\n  Hold my head and drift\n  The Sumo weight in knots and cars\n  Instead of sitting here accumulating cuts and scars\n  Behind bars\n\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n\n  Showing off because on the phone\n  Click, losing all the hoes off\n  Niggas housed the watch\n  And Donna took all of the clothes off\n  Nigga hell with drawers that's what my clothes figured telling\n  Every night it seem like mice\n  Be in and out a nigga cell and\n  Still ain't home, like on the hook\n  Seen a bunch of kids look\n  Miss outdoors\n  Never know what you have until it's took'en\n  And in fact, the moment you fear\n  All of that, you quote snaps\n  Well in a cell, did the exercises and wrote raps\n  I'll be a bigger star than you\n  Though never heard of the nigga\n  Takes my raps and read aloud\n  I wanted to murder the nigga\n  Just kidding, no offend to it, finally he ended it\n  Case dismissed, but your honor, D.A. kindly prevented it\n  He told to the judge, don't free him\n  This brother trigger wars\n  And not just that because I refuse to wash some jive nigga drawers\n  So hold the head\n  Drift the Sumo weight in knots and cars\n  Instead of sitting here accumulating cuts and scars\n\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n\n  What fight? the nigga trip C.O\n  The rest he might scared but couldn't squeal\n  That's like \"officer that nigga right there\"\n  Now if he ain't get me his friends will\n  Needed a utensil\n  It turned out I had to stab him in the eye\n  With a pencil\n  State of shock, he made a yell\n  I said, \"now what you want traitor?\"\n  C.O. puts me in the bin\n  I see ya about a month later\n  Back in population didn't matter that his friends tensed\n  The phone privs, the years added to the sentence\n  Still chilling and all of that and I escaped when\n  I don't think so\n  Don't hit the stove 'cause they made a rape attempt\n  Thank goodness, failed, call out next, he wail out\n  Here go the C.O\n  \"Ricky Walters, pack up, you're bailed out\"\n  The C.O. couldn't see the rape\n  The kid'll snitch mass figure\n  Fast trigger, you'll be back, you little bitch ass nigga\n  Au revoir, back to dating sluts and stars\n  At least for now, no more accumulating cuts and scars\n\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n  Behind bars\n"},{"id":25849597,"name":"Behind Bars (Dum Ditty Dum Mix with Warren G)","trackName":"Behind Bars (Dum Ditty Dum Mix with Warren G)","artistName":"Slick Rick","albumName":"Behind Bars CDM","duration":203.266667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Check this out, this Warren G, Y'know what I'm saying\nChilling wit my man Slick Rick, you know\nAnd we gonna give you all a little tale about this jail stuff\nYou know, so Rick, why don't you run it homie, yeah\n\nIn the slammer kid but I'm innocent, Lord played witty\nWasn't havin' any pity now wit razor blades, did he\nCry suppose the situation seen mad eyes of foes\nDrives a Rolls, hey yo, money, what size are those\n\nNeed to phone me to anothe sprang up, hmm to gang up\nOn the skid, housin' the phone like he didn't know how to hang up\nWould be hard though ought a minute or so and then yells time on a\nAnd when you get your commissary, buy this and that or else I'm gonna\n\nBe on that ass and won't stay off, extort, fig I say, way off\nBeaten death, you ain't protectin' me, forgot today's my day off\nHold my head and drift the sumo weighin' nuts and cars\nInstead of sittin' here accumulatin' cuts and scars, behind bars\n\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nSee, some punk locked up to get beat down\nRaped down, 'til his booty is broke down\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nRiots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\nMr. Slick Rick, let me take it for a second\nAnd tell a short tale about the L.A. county jail\n9500, that was the lock up\nWhen the lights got dim, it was time for the sock-up\n\nJackin' for the money, back-stab was my mission\nIf a riot jumped off, it's time for incision\nStickin' niggas here and stickin' niggas there\nI turned around and looked and seen cops everywhere\nJackin' brothers up, slappin' brothers up\nIf you got blood on yo' clothes, lock up!\n\nHigh-powered was the level, level fo'\nNiggas sentenced to life and you can't be no hoe (biaatch!)\nOr you get tooken with homies overlookin'\nEsés next door with the Puma, straight cookin' (Come here, homes)\nLighten up the whole module\nHuh! God damn, yeah, another squabble\n\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nSee, some punk locked up to get beat down\nRaped down, 'til his booty is broke down\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nRiots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\nWhat fight? The nigga trip, C.O. the rest he might scared\nBut couldn't squeal, I's like, \"Officer, that nigga right there\"\nNow, if he ain't get me his friend's will, needed a utensil\nIt turned out, I had to stab him in the eye wit a pencil\nState of shock, he made a yell, I said, \"Huh, what you want, traitor?\"\n\n\"C.O. puts me in the bin\", I'll say about a month later\nBack in population, didn't matter that his friends tensed\nThe phone prints, the years added to the sentence\nStill chillin' and all of that and I escaped when I didn't think\nSo, don't hit the sto' because they made a rape attempt\nThank goodness, failed, called out next, he wailed out\n\nHere go the C.O., \"Ricky Walters, pack up, you're bailed out\"\nThe C.O. couldn't see the rape, the kid'll snitch mass figure\nFast trigger, you'll be back, you little bitch ass nigga\nAu revoir, back to datin' sluts and stars\nAt least for now, no more accumulatin' cuts and scars behind bars\n\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nSee, some punk locked up to get beat down\nRaped down, 'til his booty is broke down\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nRiots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nSee, some punk locked up to get beat down\nRaped down, 'til his booty is broke down\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nRiots, melees and disturbances of the peace","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Behind Bars (Dum Ditty Dum Mix with Warren G)\n  artist: Slick Rick\n  album: Behind Bars CDM\n  duration_ms: 203267\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Check this out, this Warren G, Y'know what I'm saying\n  Chilling wit my man Slick Rick, you know\n  And we gonna give you all a little tale about this jail stuff\n  You know, so Rick, why don't you run it homie, yeah\n\n  In the slammer kid but I'm innocent, Lord played witty\n  Wasn't havin' any pity now wit razor blades, did he\n  Cry suppose the situation seen mad eyes of foes\n  Drives a Rolls, hey yo, money, what size are those\n\n  Need to phone me to anothe sprang up, hmm to gang up\n  On the skid, housin' the phone like he didn't know how to hang up\n  Would be hard though ought a minute or so and then yells time on a\n  And when you get your commissary, buy this and that or else I'm gonna\n\n  Be on that ass and won't stay off, extort, fig I say, way off\n  Beaten death, you ain't protectin' me, forgot today's my day off\n  Hold my head and drift the sumo weighin' nuts and cars\n  Instead of sittin' here accumulatin' cuts and scars, behind bars\n\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  See, some punk locked up to get beat down\n  Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\n  Mr. Slick Rick, let me take it for a second\n  And tell a short tale about the L.A. county jail\n  9500, that was the lock up\n  When the lights got dim, it was time for the sock-up\n\n  Jackin' for the money, back-stab was my mission\n  If a riot jumped off, it's time for incision\n  Stickin' niggas here and stickin' niggas there\n  I turned around and looked and seen cops everywhere\n  Jackin' brothers up, slappin' brothers up\n  If you got blood on yo' clothes, lock up!\n\n  High-powered was the level, level fo'\n  Niggas sentenced to life and you can't be no hoe (biaatch!)\n  Or you get tooken with homies overlookin'\n  Esés next door with the Puma, straight cookin' (Come here, homes)\n  Lighten up the whole module\n  Huh! God damn, yeah, another squabble\n\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  See, some punk locked up to get beat down\n  Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\n  What fight? The nigga trip, C.O. the rest he might scared\n  But couldn't squeal, I's like, \"Officer, that nigga right there\"\n  Now, if he ain't get me his friend's will, needed a utensil\n  It turned out, I had to stab him in the eye wit a pencil\n  State of shock, he made a yell, I said, \"Huh, what you want, traitor?\"\n\n  \"C.O. puts me in the bin\", I'll say about a month later\n  Back in population, didn't matter that his friends tensed\n  The phone prints, the years added to the sentence\n  Still chillin' and all of that and I escaped when I didn't think\n  So, don't hit the sto' because they made a rape attempt\n  Thank goodness, failed, called out next, he wailed out\n\n  Here go the C.O., \"Ricky Walters, pack up, you're bailed out\"\n  The C.O. couldn't see the rape, the kid'll snitch mass figure\n  Fast trigger, you'll be back, you little bitch ass nigga\n  Au revoir, back to datin' sluts and stars\n  At least for now, no more accumulatin' cuts and scars behind bars\n\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  See, some punk locked up to get beat down\n  Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  See, some punk locked up to get beat down\n  Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n"},{"id":17453107,"name":"Behind Bars - Dum Ditty Dum Mix W/O Warren G","trackName":"Behind Bars - Dum Ditty Dum Mix W/O Warren G","artistName":"Slick Rick","albumName":"Behind Bars (Remixes)","duration":204.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Check this out, this Warren G, Y'know what I'm saying\nChilling wit my man Slick Rick, you know\nAnd we gonna give you all a little tale about this jail stuff\nYou know, so Rick, why don't you run it homie, yeah\n\nIn the slammer kid but I'm innocent, Lord played witty\nWasn't havin' any pity now wit razor blades, did he\nCry suppose the situation seen mad eyes of foes\nDrives a Rolls, hey yo, money, what size are those\n\nNeed to phone me to anothe sprang up, hmm to gang up\nOn the skid, housin' the phone like he didn't know how to hang up\nWould be hard though ought a minute or so and then yells time on a\nAnd when you get your commissary, buy this and that or else I'm gonna\n\nBe on that ass and won't stay off, extort, fig I say, way off\nBeaten death, you ain't protectin' me, forgot today's my day off\nHold my head and drift the sumo weighin' nuts and cars\nInstead of sittin' here accumulatin' cuts and scars, behind bars\n\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nSee, some punk locked up to get beat down\nRaped down, 'til his booty is broke down\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nRiots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\nMr. Slick Rick, let me take it for a second\nAnd tell a short tale about the L.A. county jail\n9500, that was the lock up\nWhen the lights got dim, it was time for the sock-up\n\nJackin' for the money, back-stab was my mission\nIf a riot jumped off, it's time for incision\nStickin' niggas here and stickin' niggas there\nI turned around and looked and seen cops everywhere\nJackin' brothers up, slappin' brothers up\nIf you got blood on yo' clothes, lock up!\n\nHigh-powered was the level, level fo'\nNiggas sentenced to life and you can't be no hoe (biaatch!)\nOr you get tooken with homies overlookin'\nEsés next door with the Puma, straight cookin' (Come here, homes)\nLighten up the whole module\nHuh! God damn, yeah, another squabble\n\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nSee, some punk locked up to get beat down\nRaped down, 'til his booty is broke down\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nRiots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\nWhat fight? The nigga trip, C.O. the rest he might scared\nBut couldn't squeal, I's like, \"Officer, that nigga right there\"\nNow, if he ain't get me his friend's will, needed a utensil\nIt turned out, I had to stab him in the eye wit a pencil\nState of shock, he made a yell, I said, \"Huh, what you want, traitor?\"\n\n\"C.O. puts me in the bin\", I'll say about a month later\nBack in population, didn't matter that his friends tensed\nThe phone prints, the years added to the sentence\nStill chillin' and all of that and I escaped when I didn't think\nSo, don't hit the sto' because they made a rape attempt\nThank goodness, failed, called out next, he wailed out\n\nHere go the C.O., \"Ricky Walters, pack up, you're bailed out\"\nThe C.O. couldn't see the rape, the kid'll snitch mass figure\nFast trigger, you'll be back, you little bitch ass nigga\nAu revoir, back to datin' sluts and stars\nAt least for now, no more accumulatin' cuts and scars behind bars\n\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nSee, some punk locked up to get beat down\nRaped down, 'til his booty is broke down\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nRiots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nSee, some punk locked up to get beat down\nRaped down, 'til his booty is broke down\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nRiots, melees and disturbances of the peace","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Behind Bars - Dum Ditty Dum Mix W/O Warren G\n  artist: Slick Rick\n  album: Behind Bars (Remixes)\n  duration_ms: 204000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Check this out, this Warren G, Y'know what I'm saying\n  Chilling wit my man Slick Rick, you know\n  And we gonna give you all a little tale about this jail stuff\n  You know, so Rick, why don't you run it homie, yeah\n\n  In the slammer kid but I'm innocent, Lord played witty\n  Wasn't havin' any pity now wit razor blades, did he\n  Cry suppose the situation seen mad eyes of foes\n  Drives a Rolls, hey yo, money, what size are those\n\n  Need to phone me to anothe sprang up, hmm to gang up\n  On the skid, housin' the phone like he didn't know how to hang up\n  Would be hard though ought a minute or so and then yells time on a\n  And when you get your commissary, buy this and that or else I'm gonna\n\n  Be on that ass and won't stay off, extort, fig I say, way off\n  Beaten death, you ain't protectin' me, forgot today's my day off\n  Hold my head and drift the sumo weighin' nuts and cars\n  Instead of sittin' here accumulatin' cuts and scars, behind bars\n\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  See, some punk locked up to get beat down\n  Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\n  Mr. Slick Rick, let me take it for a second\n  And tell a short tale about the L.A. county jail\n  9500, that was the lock up\n  When the lights got dim, it was time for the sock-up\n\n  Jackin' for the money, back-stab was my mission\n  If a riot jumped off, it's time for incision\n  Stickin' niggas here and stickin' niggas there\n  I turned around and looked and seen cops everywhere\n  Jackin' brothers up, slappin' brothers up\n  If you got blood on yo' clothes, lock up!\n\n  High-powered was the level, level fo'\n  Niggas sentenced to life and you can't be no hoe (biaatch!)\n  Or you get tooken with homies overlookin'\n  Esés next door with the Puma, straight cookin' (Come here, homes)\n  Lighten up the whole module\n  Huh! God damn, yeah, another squabble\n\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  See, some punk locked up to get beat down\n  Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\n  What fight? The nigga trip, C.O. the rest he might scared\n  But couldn't squeal, I's like, \"Officer, that nigga right there\"\n  Now, if he ain't get me his friend's will, needed a utensil\n  It turned out, I had to stab him in the eye wit a pencil\n  State of shock, he made a yell, I said, \"Huh, what you want, traitor?\"\n\n  \"C.O. puts me in the bin\", I'll say about a month later\n  Back in population, didn't matter that his friends tensed\n  The phone prints, the years added to the sentence\n  Still chillin' and all of that and I escaped when I didn't think\n  So, don't hit the sto' because they made a rape attempt\n  Thank goodness, failed, called out next, he wailed out\n\n  Here go the C.O., \"Ricky Walters, pack up, you're bailed out\"\n  The C.O. couldn't see the rape, the kid'll snitch mass figure\n  Fast trigger, you'll be back, you little bitch ass nigga\n  Au revoir, back to datin' sluts and stars\n  At least for now, no more accumulatin' cuts and scars behind bars\n\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  See, some punk locked up to get beat down\n  Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  See, some punk locked up to get beat down\n  Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n"},{"id":34638048,"name":"Behind Bars (Dum Ditty Dum Mix W/O Warren G)","trackName":"Behind Bars (Dum Ditty Dum Mix W/O Warren G)","artistName":"Slick Rick","albumName":"Behind Bars - Single","duration":203.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Check this out, this Warren G, Y'know what I'm saying\nChilling wit my man Slick Rick, you know\nAnd we gonna give you all a little tale about this jail stuff\nYou know, so Rick, why don't you run it homie, yeah\n\nIn the slammer kid but I'm innocent, Lord played witty\nWasn't havin' any pity now wit razor blades, did he\nCry suppose the situation seen mad eyes of foes\nDrives a Rolls, hey yo, money, what size are those\n\nNeed to phone me to anothe sprang up, hmm to gang up\nOn the skid, housin' the phone like he didn't know how to hang up\nWould be hard though ought a minute or so and then yells time on a\nAnd when you get your commissary, buy this and that or else I'm gonna\n\nBe on that ass and won't stay off, extort, fig I say, way off\nBeaten death, you ain't protectin' me, forgot today's my day off\nHold my head and drift the sumo weighin' nuts and cars\nInstead of sittin' here accumulatin' cuts and scars, behind bars\n\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nSee, some punk locked up to get beat down\nRaped down, 'til his booty is broke down\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nRiots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\nMr. Slick Rick, let me take it for a second\nAnd tell a short tale about the L.A. county jail\n9500, that was the lock up\nWhen the lights got dim, it was time for the sock-up\n\nJackin' for the money, back-stab was my mission\nIf a riot jumped off, it's time for incision\nStickin' niggas here and stickin' niggas there\nI turned around and looked and seen cops everywhere\nJackin' brothers up, slappin' brothers up\nIf you got blood on yo' clothes, lock up!\n\nHigh-powered was the level, level fo'\nNiggas sentenced to life and you can't be no hoe (biaatch!)\nOr you get tooken with homies overlookin'\nEsés next door with the Puma, straight cookin' (Come here, homes)\nLighten up the whole module\nHuh! God damn, yeah, another squabble\n\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nSee, some punk locked up to get beat down\nRaped down, 'til his booty is broke down\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nRiots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\nWhat fight? The nigga trip, C.O. the rest he might scared\nBut couldn't squeal, I's like, \"Officer, that nigga right there\"\nNow, if he ain't get me his friend's will, needed a utensil\nIt turned out, I had to stab him in the eye wit a pencil\nState of shock, he made a yell, I said, \"Huh, what you want, traitor?\"\n\n\"C.O. puts me in the bin\", I'll say about a month later\nBack in population, didn't matter that his friends tensed\nThe phone prints, the years added to the sentence\nStill chillin' and all of that and I escaped when I didn't think\nSo, don't hit the sto' because they made a rape attempt\nThank goodness, failed, called out next, he wailed out\n\nHere go the C.O., \"Ricky Walters, pack up, you're bailed out\"\nThe C.O. couldn't see the rape, the kid'll snitch mass figure\nFast trigger, you'll be back, you little bitch ass nigga\nAu revoir, back to datin' sluts and stars\nAt least for now, no more accumulatin' cuts and scars behind bars\n\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nSee, some punk locked up to get beat down\nRaped down, 'til his booty is broke down\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nRiots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nSee, some punk locked up to get beat down\nRaped down, 'til his booty is broke down\nDum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\nThis type of shit happens every day\nRiots, melees and disturbances of the peace","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Behind Bars (Dum Ditty Dum Mix W/O Warren G)\n  artist: Slick Rick\n  album: Behind Bars - Single\n  duration_ms: 203000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Check this out, this Warren G, Y'know what I'm saying\n  Chilling wit my man Slick Rick, you know\n  And we gonna give you all a little tale about this jail stuff\n  You know, so Rick, why don't you run it homie, yeah\n\n  In the slammer kid but I'm innocent, Lord played witty\n  Wasn't havin' any pity now wit razor blades, did he\n  Cry suppose the situation seen mad eyes of foes\n  Drives a Rolls, hey yo, money, what size are those\n\n  Need to phone me to anothe sprang up, hmm to gang up\n  On the skid, housin' the phone like he didn't know how to hang up\n  Would be hard though ought a minute or so and then yells time on a\n  And when you get your commissary, buy this and that or else I'm gonna\n\n  Be on that ass and won't stay off, extort, fig I say, way off\n  Beaten death, you ain't protectin' me, forgot today's my day off\n  Hold my head and drift the sumo weighin' nuts and cars\n  Instead of sittin' here accumulatin' cuts and scars, behind bars\n\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  See, some punk locked up to get beat down\n  Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\n  Mr. Slick Rick, let me take it for a second\n  And tell a short tale about the L.A. county jail\n  9500, that was the lock up\n  When the lights got dim, it was time for the sock-up\n\n  Jackin' for the money, back-stab was my mission\n  If a riot jumped off, it's time for incision\n  Stickin' niggas here and stickin' niggas there\n  I turned around and looked and seen cops everywhere\n  Jackin' brothers up, slappin' brothers up\n  If you got blood on yo' clothes, lock up!\n\n  High-powered was the level, level fo'\n  Niggas sentenced to life and you can't be no hoe (biaatch!)\n  Or you get tooken with homies overlookin'\n  Esés next door with the Puma, straight cookin' (Come here, homes)\n  Lighten up the whole module\n  Huh! God damn, yeah, another squabble\n\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  See, some punk locked up to get beat down\n  Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\n  What fight? The nigga trip, C.O. the rest he might scared\n  But couldn't squeal, I's like, \"Officer, that nigga right there\"\n  Now, if he ain't get me his friend's will, needed a utensil\n  It turned out, I had to stab him in the eye wit a pencil\n  State of shock, he made a yell, I said, \"Huh, what you want, traitor?\"\n\n  \"C.O. puts me in the bin\", I'll say about a month later\n  Back in population, didn't matter that his friends tensed\n  The phone prints, the years added to the sentence\n  Still chillin' and all of that and I escaped when I didn't think\n  So, don't hit the sto' because they made a rape attempt\n  Thank goodness, failed, called out next, he wailed out\n\n  Here go the C.O., \"Ricky Walters, pack up, you're bailed out\"\n  The C.O. couldn't see the rape, the kid'll snitch mass figure\n  Fast trigger, you'll be back, you little bitch ass nigga\n  Au revoir, back to datin' sluts and stars\n  At least for now, no more accumulatin' cuts and scars behind bars\n\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  See, some punk locked up to get beat down\n  Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  See, some punk locked up to get beat down\n  Raped down, 'til his booty is broke down\n  Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day\n  This type of shit happens every day\n  Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace\n"}]