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[Spice-1]
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stepping up out of my cell
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with santos and county blues handcuffs and shackles
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gonna ride up on that grey goose,
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coming out of a case
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cos i was strapped with my nines
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they see these drawers that im wearing
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muthafuckas aint mine nigga
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excuse me homie can i hit that mista
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niggas blowing up in the while a toilet tissue
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aint this a bitch some niggas are scared to here
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fool i'm with it
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so phone check
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nigga get the fuck off the line
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before i stick your ass in here and have to do some more timeplayer
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want to give me the strap cos i was strapped with a glock
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i guess i got to sit my black ass right there and get shot see
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fool
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but fool it aint no going out
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see i keep scoring clout
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and show these niggas what im all about
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see niggas screaming from cell to cell
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snitches dont tell a party in hell a santa rita county jail
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[E-Roc]
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everytime i turn around everytime i look
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im considered to be a murderer a crook,
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Ali shook the world im gonna shake my homies hand
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three in the morning dressed in blue once again
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my size ten rest upon the concrete floor
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heads bob real slow to a freestyle flow
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i dont know this masterplan cant understand
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why there's more black folks in jail than japenese in japan
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but err my eyes pink
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sitting upon that bunk
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thinking about them tickets
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choking up on that funk chunk
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withca a snicker from my commisary bank
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sunday monday came fool im out this home change
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but it makes me think the systems treating us like a merry go round
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one day you're chilling at home
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the next you headed down
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sam peace to my hounds in the county in the pen
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once again its a santa rita weekend
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chorus: 2X
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just sitting up on the top bunk
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watching the cell block row.
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[E-40]
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seven zeroh seven case motherfucking number two eleven
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stressing manifestin tore up from the floor
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penelope's gots me on the floor
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accused of robbing a store
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who you know nigga naybody?
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besides which i refuse to answer any questions
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without the advisory of my lawyer mr baker
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perming? of this wall i make
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let me go po po im innocent
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mistaken right suppose all blacks look alike
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thank you kindly sir
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you need to practice your professional better
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never run up on me again
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bust a pattern be off into the wind
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back up off me beyatch
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just the other day my cronies shot me up high
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we warn you baby boy
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you becoming hella tight
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clayback back a building up there by dreno, rita, quentin also gino
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chorus
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[Boots]
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nah man i didnt want the chorus right here
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i wanna throw that right down there you know
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that bassline
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its like yeaoh, meao? weigh (wait) two scales
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it dont mean shit when you'r sitting in the county jail
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is it my turn to tell the tale
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of how i got popped and how my lawyer failed to get me out
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on the slight spot cell block my homies give me love
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some here for having gacks
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some here for selling drugs
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sometimes you do your shit
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and aint no second tries
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look around theres hell of motherfuckas that i recognize
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oh whats up man im back again
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but its a temporary situation
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taking weekend vacation
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government incaceration
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i call myself working on a pay hike
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they calling me working on my third strike
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sike i cant go forward
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and motherfuckas cant ignore it
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cos all my peoples on parole
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in the pen gotta warrant
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so its some shit i done leaped in
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damn another santa rita weekend
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chorus
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Santa Rita Weekend
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The Coup |