作曲 : Turk
[Intro] Reporting live from 
WKQXL, The 
Lab This is 
Connie Cargen, we have just been informed 
That the rapper, 
Tad Virgil 
AKA Turk Was released from the 
New Orleans 
Correctional 
Facility At 6:30 
PM Central time, he is reported to be raw and uncut 
And has signed a deal with producer 
Kenoe At Laboratory 
Records, in a record deal worth so much 
It made me wanna start rapping 
His contributions to hip-hop, have been very overlooked 
But in a press conference, he said (I can't be fucked with, nigga) (*talking*) 
Uh-huh, homie, 
Young Turk, 
Kenoe Laboratory nigga [Turk] 
I know you niggas want know, how 
I get back on the street 
Cause I bought that time, that was offered to me 
Can't hold a nigga like me down, too long 
And if you was thinking that, my nigga you dead wrong 
I had a hungry lawyer, and he ate the case 
One more case, the mad lock on a bad day 
Got the charge refused dismissed, and throwed out 
Caught it out, when 
I fuck it every word out your mouth 
Convinced the judge, that 
I'm not guilty 
Plus it's rounding the next time, tell me if you feel me 
If you don't feel that, you just green as grass 
Or duck with orange feet, with your stupid ass 
Look back to the subject, 
I told you 
I'll be home 
Doing my thang again, with a number one song 
And blow like the wind, be on top again 
Drop another c.d., and sell ten million [Hook - 2x] 
You niggas thought it was over, but it ain't 
Thought I couldn't bounce back, nigga you got ganked 
Plus I know you niggas, was holding your nuts on me 
Hoping that 
I won't bounce back again, homie [Turk] 6:30 after roll call, 
I bounced out of jail 
Got my niggas all, took my blanket and 
I bail Called the street from 
H-O-T, central lock up by when 
I'm on my way out, boo-koo niggas rolling in 
Made my way to the back, waiting to put my clothes on 
And while 
I was waiting, 
I asked to use that free phone 
So I could have a ride, waiting outside 
I ain't bout walking dog, 
I ain't gon even lie 
Called my name out the do', now 
I'm at the front desk 
Stare at my hand took my bag, hand me my pop-a-deck 
Now I'm waiting at the front do', running out of patience 
Cop taking his time, and 
I'm running out of patience 
He finally let me out, and on my way out 
Saw my girl in the lobby, with a smile on her mouth 
Happy to see a nigga, bout to tear that ass up 
Cause I'm fresh out of jail, and my dick rocked up nigga (*talking*) 
Nigga, uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-huh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-huh 
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-huh, uh 
Kenoe, Laboratory nigga 
We bout to tear this motherfucking rap game up 
Uh, I'm bout to get famous, hold on wait 
I'm already famous nigga, respect it or check it ya understand 
Uh, I get boo-yacka, boo-yacka, boo-yacka-yacka flames nigga 
I'm bout that, don't get it twisted nigga 
Cause I ain't missing ya heard me uh, uh-huh 
Uh-huh nigga, uh-huh, uh-huh nigga 
Uh-huh, uh-huh nigga, uh and it's like that