[Verse 1: Spice-1]
Stepping up out of my cell with sandals and county blues
Handcuffs and shackles, finna ride up on that grey goose
Caught another case 'cause I was strapped with my .9
And see these drawers that I'm wearing?
Motherfuckers ain't mine, nigga
Excuse me, homie, can I hit that, mista?
Niggas rollin' up indo outta toilet tissue, huh
Ain't this a bitch? Some niggas is scared to hit it
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 time, player
Wanna 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
But fool, it ain't no goin' out, see, I keep storin' 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 at Santa Rita county jail
[Verse 2: E-Roc]
Every time I turn around, every time I look
I'm considered to be a murderer, a crook
Ali shook the world, I'm gon' shake my homie's 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 master plan, can't understand
Why there's more Black folks in jail than Japanese in Japan
But uh, my eyes pink, sitting up on that bunk
Thinking about them tickets, choking up on that funk, chump
Withdraw a Snicker from my commissary bank
Sunday, Monday came, fool, I'm out this holding tank
But it makes me think the system 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, it's a Santa Rita weekend
Stepping up out of my cell with sandals and county blues
Handcuffs and shackles, finna ride up on that grey goose
Caught another case 'cause I was strapped with my .9
And see these drawers that I'm wearing?
Motherfuckers ain't mine, nigga
Excuse me, homie, can I hit that, mista?
Niggas rollin' up indo outta toilet tissue, huh
Ain't this a bitch? Some niggas is scared to hit it
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 time, player
Wanna 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
But fool, it ain't no goin' out, see, I keep storin' 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 at Santa Rita county jail
[Verse 2: E-Roc]
Every time I turn around, every time I look
I'm considered to be a murderer, a crook
Ali shook the world, I'm gon' shake my homie's 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 master plan, can't understand
Why there's more Black folks in jail than Japanese in Japan
But uh, my eyes pink, sitting up on that bunk
Thinking about them tickets, choking up on that funk, chump
Withdraw a Snicker from my commissary bank
Sunday, Monday came, fool, I'm out this holding tank
But it makes me think the system 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, it's a Santa Rita weekend
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