Plead Guilty
Luniz Lyrics

Man that's all he gets is a year man, hell nah!
Disbelief at the short sentence given when the singer believes there are bigger issues at play.

Hey, what's all this?? Hey stop all this confusion. Hey!! Order in the court.... YOU'RE GUILTY!!
Chaotic courtroom scene with Yukmouth screaming at the verdict.

No I'm not guilty, you're guilty. Law makers. Politicians. Business men. The police. You don't see no black folks dropping packages out of airplanes. You don't see none of that. You're the reason why, I'm a criminal. You're the reason why, I'm.... The Ice Cream Man.
Narrator denies guilt and blames society's institutions for his criminal behavior.

I, spent hella time on the block late,
Narrator has spent a long time on the streets late at night.

an I feel safe, as long as I can shoot the glock straight,
Narrator feels safe because he can handle his gun.

so come,get the greenery,rush to the bank collect yo doe,make sho you got yo bucks in yo hand, 'cause the man,(be comin around the mountian when he come!)that's a rigg up,
Narrator collects profits and warns others that the authorities may be closing in.

I rather swallow my yay, an shit slugs,
Narrator would rather swallow his drugs and risk internal damage than be caught by the police.

fuck task, it's a must I bubble,
Narrator disregards the law and is determined to make money.

so many rocks in my jaw I feel like Barney Rubble,
Narrator has a lot of drugs in his mouth and feels like the Flintstones' character Barney Rubble.

I got my, pager,an my, bus pass,
Narrator has communication and transportation for his illegal activities.

grab my Avion water juss incase I had to dust task,
Narrator prepares to flee or take out the police.

it was about four otha niggaz on the spot grindin,one was on my team smokin hamps an poppin leads,
Narrator has accomplices, one of which is using illegal narcotics.

(knock on weed nigga, fuck that knock on weed, you got a twenty??)
One of the accomplices asks for weed but the singer brushes it off and asks for a $20.

gave up two ten's an a bump 'cause I had plenty,
Narrator gives one of the accomplices $30 worth of drugs because he has extra.

not even knowin what I juss did,put the money in my pocket an headed back to the crib,
Narrator has just sold drugs and doesn't even realize what he has done.

got a tingle on my dick feelin bad,looked up an seen task cars comin at me,
Narrator has a bad feeling and sees police cars approaching him.

so I bounced through a buildin lost all my cash,swallowed my rocks, ditched my pager, I'm haulin ass,
Narrator runs through a building, swallows his drugs, ditches his pager, and runs away from the police.

then found myself by Blyman's house,thinkin about juice,
Narrator is in a specific location and thinking about something else.

hit the turf, sky out,through the roof,but that plan was cancelled,
Narrator tries to escape by hiding in a building, but the plan doesn't work.

betta give up,betta throw yo hands up,here comes the man,
Narrator knows he's caught and has to surrender to the police.

the gloves on the other hand,got on my knees,crossed my legs,then threw up my hands,
Narrator surrenders to authorities with his hands up.

one of them yelled "Bitch hit the deck!!",Kevin Reese grabbed the stick an almost broke my neck,
Police order the artist to hit the ground and use physical force against him.

I'm handcuffed on the ground wit a foot in my back,then they asked me "Hey where the fuck our money at??!!",
Narrator is detained and questioned about the money from his drug deal.

now I'm stressin 'cause the dogs right beside me,they took me down so that the under could identify me,
Narrator is stressed because dogs are used to identify his scent and confirm his identity.

Shot me downtown,threw me in a cell that's drivin me crazy,
Narrator is arrested and kept in a cell which causes him mental distress.

so they booked me,walked me through the court door,stripped me down,and gave me some drawls the next nigga wore,
Narrator is processed by the criminal justice system, stripped of his clothes and given used underwear.

I'm in my pad makin phone calls,so I can post bail,go home,and then put on my own drawls,
Narrator is making phone calls to gather money for bail and wants to go home and change out of the used underwear he was given.

got in touch wit my nigga Yuk,what's up fool??!!,I got a quarter ounce hidden in the cut,snatch it up,get it off,come an get me,
Narrator contacts his accomplice and tells him to grab his stash and get him out of jail.

before I go back to court an they judge can get wit me,'cause the D-A,was talkin nonsense at my arraignment,an think she's still talkin the same shit,they try an keep me,locked up fo a grip,
Narrator fears being prosecuted by the district attorney and wants to be released from jail.

an my public defender ain't sayin shit!!,the deal is zero to twenty-eight days,that shit is filthy!!,now they got a nigga pleadin gulity.
Narrator is unhappy with his public defender and is given a plea deal that he believes is unjust.

I ain't did nuthin wrong,Why should I plead guilty??,They caught me wit no work,But they claim that we was filthy,But they claim we doin dirt.
Refrain of narrator denying guilt and criticizing the system.

It's like sixteen fiends get they welfare checks,no po-po a 4-0 an some bomb,an I'll be there when it comes to collect,
Narrator preys on drug addicts who are receiving welfare checks.

Rolled up,know what,don't give a fuck what ya do,grama thought I was a goodie two-shoes,but I was too true,
Narrator is unbothered and doesn't care about what others think of his criminal behavior.

now fools holla out the window like Rapunzel,give the caulk up,rock up,an chop up my bundle,so,through the back pack,gimme the crack sack,
Narrator is demanded to give up his drugs and is willing to comply.

9 mill gat,an don't grind on any turf that I'm buildin scratch at,jack pot,I spot a hundred a sixty-fifth fiends buyin cream,by the fifty grip but that's come tricky shit,it's tricky!!,they want to get me, rigg me on the pavement,and Ripley's won't believe they had the nigga wit me on survailance,
Narrator carries a gun for protection and avoids selling drugs in areas he's not familiar with. He successfully sells drugs, but it's a risky situation because the police are watching him.

bring heat, to meet two,but I can see through,the fake ass want to be true like R2-D2,bounce so I can start the Operation Stackola,
Narrator is being pursued by police, but sees through their deception. He plans to leave the situation and start a new operation.

Yukmouth, about,wit a whole ounce of crackola,stash the ounce,grab a count,I holds down, nobody out, like... ok,by the window, then I threw my dope down,and frowned,that's when I looked suspicious,they bust a you-ey now I'm hurdlin fences like Olympics,
Narrator contacts his accomplice and they plan to continue dealing drugs. The police approach them and the singer throws away his drugs and runs away.

wit hella sweat on my forehead,mo feds,jumpin off the roof top,to lock my ass up like Tupac,captured,I see you in the bushes young bastard,don't say shit,come out before I blast ya!!,Ok, I quit!
Narrator is caught and surrenders to the police with fear of being hurt or killed.