Santa Rita Weekend

Lyrics for Santa Rita Weekend

Geah... Spice 1: 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 cos, I was strapped with my nine They see these drawers, that im 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 time, player Want to give me the strap, cos 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 im all about See, niggas screaming from cell to cell Snitches don't tell a party in hell at Santa Rita County Jail E-Roc: Everytime I turn around, everytime I look Im considered to be a murderer a crook Ali 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 dont 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 Witcha a snicker from my commisary bank Sunday monday came fool im 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, it's a Santa Rita weekend Just sitting up on the top bunk Watching the cell block row Geah... Just sitting up on the top bunk Watching the cell block row Geah... E-40: Seven zero seven Case motherfucking number two eleven Stressing manifestin tore up from the floor penelope's 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 and 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 Just sitting up on the top bunk Watching the cell block row Boots: Nah man, I didn't want the chorus right here I wanna throw that right down there You know, that bassline Geah... It's like yeaoh, meao? weigh (wait) two scales It dont mean shit when you'r 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 aint no second tries Look around theres hell of motherfuckas that I recognize Oh whats up, man, im 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 cant go forward And motherfuckas cant ignore it, cos all my peoples on parole In the pen gotta warrant so its some shit i done leaped in Damn, another Santa Rita weekend Just sitting up on the top bunk Watching the cell block row Geah... Just sitting up on the top bunk Watching the cell block row Geah... Geah... Geah... Geah...