The Coup - Santa Rita Weekend - Sözleri

[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 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 



[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 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 row. 



[E-40]

seven zeroh 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 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



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[Boots]

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 



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