Santa Rita Weekend Lyrics

Gee

stepping up out of my cell

with santos and county blues handcuffs and shackles

gonna ride up on that grey goose,

coming out of a case

'cause i was strapped with my nines

they see these drawers that I'm wearing

muthafuckas ain't mine nigga

excuse me homie can i hit that mista

niggas blowing up in the while a toilet tissue

ain't this a bitch some niggas are scared to here

fool i'm with it

so phone check

nigga get the fuck off the line

before i stick your ass in here and have to do some more timeplayer

want to give me the strap 'cause i was strapped with a glock

i guess i got to sit my black ass right there and get shot see

fool

but fool it ain't no going out

see i keep scoring clout

and show these niggas what I'm all about

see niggas screaming from cell to cell

snitches don't tell a party in hell a santa rita county jail

everytime i turn around everytime i look

I'm considered to be a murderer a crook,

i lea shook the world I'm gonna shake my homies hand

three in the morning dressed in blue once again

my size ten rest upon the concrete floor

heads bob real slow to a freestyle flow

i don't know

this masterplan

can't understand why there's more black folks in jail than japenese in

japan

but err my eyes pink

sitting upon that bunk

thinking about them tickets

choking up on that funk chunk

withca a snicker from my commisary bank

sunday monday came fool I'm out this home change

but it makes me think the systems treating us like a merry go round

one day you're chilling at home

the next you headed down

sam peace to my hounds in the county in the pen

once again its a santa rita weekend

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just sitting up on the top bunk

watching the cell block grow.

seven zeroh seven casemotherfucking number two eleven

stressing manifescence tore up from the floor

penelope gots me on the floor

accused of robbing a store

who you know nigga naybody?

besides which i refuse to answer any questions

without the advisory of my lawyer mr baker

perming? of this wall i make

let me go po po I'm innocent

mistaken right suppose all blacks look alike

thank you kindly sir

you need to practice your professional better

never run up on me again

bust a pattern be off into the wind

back up off me beyatch

just the other day my cronies shot me up high

we warn you baby boy

you becoming hella tight

clayback back a building up there by dreno, rita, quentin also gino

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nah man i didn't want the chorus right here

i want to throw that right down there you know

that bassline

its like yeaoh, meao? weigh (wait) two scales

it don't mean shit when you're sitting in the county jail

is it my turn to tell the tale

of how i got popped and how my lawyer failed to get me out

on the slight spot cell block my homies give me love

some here for having gacks

some here for selling drugs

sometimes you do your shit

and ain't no second tries

look around there's hell of motherfuckas that i recognize

oh what's up man I'm back again

but its a temporary situation

taking weekend vacation

government incaceration

i call myself working on a pay hike

they calling me working on my third strike

sike i can't go forward

and motherfuckas can't ignore it

'cause all my peoples on parole

in the pen gotta warrant

so its some shit i done leaped in

damn another santa rita weekend

chorus

gee