Artist: The Coup f/ E-40, Spice-1
Album: Genocide and Juice
Song: Santa Rita Weekend
[Spice-1]
Stepping up out of my cell
With sandals and county blues handcuffs and shackles
Finna ride up on that grey goose
Coming out of a case
Cos I was strapped with my nines
But see these drawers that I'm wearing?
Muthaf**as ain't mine, n***a
Excuse me, homie, can I hit that mista?
n***as rollin' up indo outta toilet tissue
Ain't this a b**h, some n***as are scared to hit it
Fool I'm with it
So phone check, n***a get the f** off the line
Before I stick your a** 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 a** right there and get shot see
Fool
But fool it ain't no going out
See I keep scoring clout
And show these n***as what im all about
See n***as screaming from cell to cell
Snitches don't tell a party in hell a 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 im 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
Wit' this n***a from my commisary bank
Sunday monday came fool im out this holding tank
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 downtown
Peace to my hounds in the county in the pen
Once again its a santa rita weekend
Chorus: 2X
Just sitting up on the top bunk
Watching the cell block row
[E-40]
Seven zeroh seven case motherf**ing 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 n***a 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 im 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 a kite
E-40 baby boy
You becoming hella tight
Clayback, Vacaville up there by Reno, Rita, Quentin, Folsom, Chino
Chorus
[Boots]
Nah man I didn't want the chorus right here
I wanna throw that right down there you know
That ba**line
Its like yayo, meao? weights and scales
It don't mean sh** 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 f'inta get me out
On the slight spot cell block my homies give me love
Some here for having gats
Some here for selling d**
Sometimes you do your sh**
And ain't no second tries
Look around there's hella motherf**as 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
Psycyh, I can't go forward
And motherf**as can't ignore it
Cos all my peoples on parole
In the pen or gotta warrant
So it's some sh** I done leaped in
Damn another santa rita weekend
Chorus