Boots Riley - Santa Rita Weekend lyrics

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