"Attention all nigga rows and nigga hoes. We've decided to rob this motherfucker the legal way. Nobs injecting ourselves to become property on the stock. In the penal system. In the justice system". Penitentiary I hear you calling me (x4). [Verse 1]. As the world turns it burns while it's spinning. Coming to a fucked-up ending. I can't wait till the day everything in the hood is straight. And I can hit the purty gates. Until then the pen is unfair. Slave ships in the middle of nowhere (ma). I lets my goddamn hair grow (ma). Bellin' in court lookin' like a scarecrow. On Capital Hill they them passed a bill. Coming at me with a fucked-up deal (nah). The judge gave me a 'L'. But y'all can't tell. I wait and cry in my cell. Convicted negro superhero. Speaker at our house. Takin' lyrics in my mouth. Bitches in the south showin' ass (mm). Mix a lot got hoes puttin titties on the glass. We blast in the west for example. And rap about this shit over funkadelic samples. Yo' babies see me kill a fool on TV (Wilson!). And straight call me a G. [Chorus]. Penitentiary I hear you calling me. Penitentiary I hear you calling me. Thinkin' of illegal ways to get paid. But it ain't shit got to be legit. [Bridge]. South-central L.A.. You can buy your game from the C.I.A. hey-hey. And South-central L.A.. You can buy your game from the C.I.A. baby. [Verse 2]. When the evil outweighs the good. And you only give a fuck about rucks. The Earth will self-destruct (Bitch). Fuck the ozone layer bitch I'm a playa (Bitch). Plus we got a black mayor. I get sex when I shows flex (Booom!). Porbey Rolex (Booom!). Which hoe is next? (Booom!). Would you like a piece of me? Not a mate. Calling you a hoe 'cos I'm fucking on the first day (uh). My world is a one-mile radius. I swear every other hood is the shadiest (uh). Could the crips and bloods be all rotten. When the trilateral commission is plottin'?. What you gonna do when the Earth erupts?. Some niggaz gettin' nuts outa carafel cups (punk). Fool you on master's woe. But won't even think about sucking Bob Doe (punk). Asshole from the Senate. How can you relate to a project tennant?. Motherfuck you and not the courtman no corrections. Tryina' get a section of this west-side connection. (Chorus) (x2). (Bridge). Just because you gotta stay. You ain't gotta rot away. We gon' come and get you one day.