Santa Rita Weekend

The Coup


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


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


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