judge judy

they won't let me out

i'm locked up

they won't let me out

locked up

they won't let me out

ay

ay

ay

just let me out

uh

gettin' paper's my duty

gettin' paper's my duty

the police pull me over to me to jail in the tooly

when the law ask me why? i said my life is a movie

will smith wanted happiness

haters try'na pursuit me

then i bumped into judy

yeah i bumped into judy

i ain't f-ing with apples

most of these rappers is fruity

yeah

ya'll honer the industry

it's try'na pollute me

i just bumped into oprah and want to feel on her booty

i just want a lil peace

that won't give me the cutties

got a father with money

like vanessa and rudy

i'm the type to get moody if you don't like it then sue me

naw don't sue me

cause really i had enough of that truly

you dis chick she was boogie she really think she a cutie

she be puffin at night

getting higher than cooly

bags looking like gucci

cars smelling like? gucci?

i don't wanna say her name so let's just call it suzy

try'na act like she knew me

try'na act like she knew me

try'na friend me on myspace like how come you wanna prove me

she be lying a lot

people say she a groupie

she had told me she got a lot in the grease like judy

so the judge looked at me

and the judge said to me

your a slick-tongue rapper