Mamma's little Baby got busted, busted 
Mamma's little Baby's goin down down down down 

Down to the cell where Bubba crowns you queen 
Where the floors are cold and the bunk's unclean 
And the soft bellied white boy gets fucked 'til he screams 

You were born with a different set of rules 
You were raised in the Hood by cracked out fools 
Now you're taking your guns and knives to school 

Proving to your friends that you're so damn cool 
Now you're attending a different school 
You will obey Sgt. Zipperpigs every rule 

I know you're not afraid boy 
I've seen your silly games boy 
I know that prison is hard on your hole 
I know you're not afraid boy 
I've seen your silly games boy 
I know that prison is hard on your hole 

Hole Hole Hole Hole Hole Hole Hole Hole 

Mamma's little Baby got busted, busted 
Mamma's little Baby's goin down down down down 

Down to the cell where Bubba crowns you queen 
Where the floors are cold and the bunk's unclean 
And the soft bellied white boy gets fucked 'til he screams 

When they beat you down like all the other fools 
And you're sitting in a pile of your own stool 
Then maybe you'll think about obeying some rules 
When you figure out that you can't being 
And you're tired of being forced to act like a queen 
Then you'll sit down and listen to the sound of the barbells cling 

Listen to the Barbells cling 
Listen to the Barbells cling 
Listen to the Barbells cling 
Listen to the Barbells cling 
You can't be king 
Listen to the