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Gee 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 'cause i was strapped with my nines they see these drawers that I'm wearing muthafuckas ain't mine nigga excuse me homie can i hit that mista niggas blowing up in the while a toilet tissue ain't this a bitch some niggas are scared to here fool i'm with it so phone check Letras de cancionesnigga 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 'cause 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 ain't no going out see i keep scoring clout and show these niggas what I'm all about see niggas screaming from cell to cell snitches don't tell a party in hell a santa rita county jail everytime i turn around everytime i look I'm considered to be a murderer a crook, i lea shook the world I'm 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 don't 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 withca a snicker from my commisary bank sunday monday came fool I'm 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 chorus 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 I'm 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 didn't want the chorus right here i want to throw that right down there you know that bassline its like yeaoh, meao? weigh (wait) two scales it don't mean shit 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 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 ain't no second tries look around there's hell of motherfuckas 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 sike i can't go forward and motherfuckas can't ignore it 'cause all my peoples on parole in the pen gotta warrant so its some shit i done leaped in damn another santa rita weekend chorus gee From Letras Mania