Ericka Yancey; TQ When I Get Out Lyrics

[tq]
Been in here about a year
Never thought the game would take me under
Im bout to get my first tear
While Im sittin in my sell I wonder
What are you doin outside
Are givin all my a__ up
You a dime so n____z wont pass up

[ericka]
Wait a minute n____ betta back up
I told you long time ago
Ill always have your back
And you see Im still comin off wit half them checks
So why you trippin
Aint gotta worry bout nobody
Gettin up in your stuff
Soon as the jury said guilty
I closed it up
Bought you new Bible wit a blunt in it
Already rolled up
Between numbers and dueteromy
That where youll find me

[tq]
Dont mind me
Im feenin baby
I want some a__ real bad
Locked up wit all of these hard legs
Scrapin daily, I miss my baby, Im goin crazy
Gotta get out of this place cant you help me

Chorus:
[tq] - how can you love me
[ericka] - somebodys gotta do it
[tq] - its gotta be hard
[ericka] - aint really nothin to it
[tq] - but you make me happy
[ericka] - boy you never should of had no doubt
Cant wait til you get out
[tq] - when I get out
[ericka] - I already told you
[tq] - I guess I didnt believe it
[ericka] - you spent all of your time
[tq] - f___ed up and gettin weeded
[ericka] - but you make me happy
[tq] - so Im sittin here countin dayz down
Cant wait til I get out
[ericka] - when you get out

[tq]
Things can get back to the way they used to be
You and me in the cromed out e
b__pin bone thugz
Got the pedel to the floor
We dippin, kinda high and trippin
Yo s___ is finga lickin

[ericka]
Wait a minute
I really miss ya
So dont get me started
Sweatin to b__pin and grindin right throught these bars yeah
Got a little somethin to help ya make
Just picture me naked
Cant feel your body and I hate it goin crazy
Gotta get my mind off this
bout to go to the mall buy an outfit

[tq]
Dont spend all my loochie
Gon be p___ed
And thats no bullshit

[ericka]
Now who in the hell do you think that ya talkin to
See Im the woman in the world
Who would put up wit you

[tq]
Got 72 mo dayz in here
And feels like 20 years
Cant smoke, cant drink no beer
Cant get no a__ in here
So when I finally come home
Its goin be on
Cause Ill be lickin and kissin and stickin
Baby all week long

Chorus
(repeat til end)