[Verse 1: Bulldozing G-funk male MC, leaning on the snare] Summons in my mailbox and I'm cussin' at the stamp Jury duty Monday so I closed the shop and locked the ramp Twelve of us in folding chairs, the coffee tastin' burnt Eleven want it over 'fore the lunch is even served Kid is nineteen from my side of town, they got him on a heist Witness at the bus stop says she saw his face real nice Through the driver window at eleven, under one streetlight I'm the only one who's sittin' there like hold up, that ain't right Foreman wants a show of hands, eleven hands go to the sky Mine is on the table, homie, mine is stayin' dry They groan like I just keyed their car, they starin' at the clock I lean back in the chair and tell 'em get comfortable, we locked [Chorus: Bulldozing G-funk male MC, chanted] Hung jury, and I'm hangin' low Eleven want to vote, I said I'm takin' it slow Ride it to the weekend, ride it till the end of June Hung jury, I ain't leavin' this room [Verse 2: Bulldozing G-funk male MC, wah guitar creeping in] Day two, the foreman brings the doughnuts like a peace deal Lady with the pearls says I just like the way it feels I say ask me what I do for work, they roll their eyes and sigh I tint windows on the boulevard, I do it day and night Pull the photo of the car, it's sittin' black as tar Five percent, the limo dark, the darkest film there are You can't see a face through that at noon, so how you see his? Eleven go quiet, somebody coughs, the room's a different biz Foreman scratches at his head, the pearls are lookin' down I'm a body shop in a borrowed tie, the smartest guy in town [Chorus: Bulldozing G-funk male MC, chanted] Hung jury, and I'm hangin' low Eleven want to vote, I said I'm takin' it slow Ride it to the weekend, ride it till the end of June Hung jury, I ain't leavin' this room [Bridge: Bulldozing G-funk male MC, tint test, snare and bass only] So I tape a strip of five across the window by the door Hold it to the hallway light and say, go on, look through it, sure Foreman squints, the pearls lean in, the teacher, then the cook Black as Sunday mornin', and not one of us can get a look [Verse 3: Bulldozing G-funk male MC, portamento lead sliding home] Ballot comes back twelve to nothin', foreman shakes my hand Kid walks out the courthouse doors and squints and tries to stand All that sunlight on his face, I tell him that's the bright side Next week he's at my shop and askin' how you lay the film right Now he's got a squeegee on the hood, he's learnin' heat and edge Every car that leaves my bay is legal, that's the pledge [Chorus: Bulldozing G-funk male MC, chanted] Hung jury, and I'm hangin' low Eleven want to vote, I said I'm takin' it slow Ride it to the weekend, ride it till the end of June Hung jury, I ain't leavin' this room [Outro: Bulldozing G-funk male MC, wah guitar rings out] Twelve to nothin', let him go [End]
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