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 nines
 they see these drawers that im wearing
 muthafuckas aint mine nigga
 excuse me homie can i hit that mista
 niggas blowing up in the while a toilet tissue
 aint 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 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 aint no going out
 see i keep scoring clout
 and show these niggas what im all about
 see niggas screaming from cell to cell
 snitches dont tell a party in hell a santa rita county jail
 everytime i turn around everytime i look
 im considered to be a murderer a crook,
 i lea 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
 cant 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 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 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 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 up high
 we warn you baby boy
 you becoming hella tight
 clayback back a building up there by dreno, rita, quentin also gino
 chorus
 nah man i didnt want the chorus right here
 i wanna throw that right down there you know
 that bassline
 its 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
 chorus
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