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Long Beach Dub Allstars - Rolled Up lyrics
Uh Rolled up Rolled up again Rolled up Right in front of my friends I was rockin' like a star Closed down all the bars and now I'm sitting in this smoky cell Sad but true cuz I need you Come get me out of jail Please Please You're my only friend that I know who's got something to live post my bail Cheese sandwich, Orange Juice I've even had to fight to keep my shoes I don't got no phone or credit cards to use And it's late at night and this calling card's gonna have to do Sad but true cuz I need you Come get me out of jail Please Please You're my only friend that I know who's got something to live post my bail Have you ever had a brother man but not of control and if pull it, that's the place, that's the world Ever had a brother man but not of control One take the lord, send your deepest regards Get gaserated and the cell smells like beer Try to wake someone up and get the hell out of here Last thing I remember, I heard the last call My pocket's controlled by alcohol (Aww man I better get out of here) And Lita is my angel I've been floating on the sea Been once been once that boat bad She's gonna need no id Cheri's down, bail you out You better not mess 'em around nooo no Well I got caught with 10 pounds Sad but true cuz I need you Come get me out of jail Please Please You're my only friend that I know who's got something to live post my bail Rolled up |
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