ฟังเพลงSaturday Night (Explicit)

Saturday Night - Schoolly D

It was Saturday night

and I was feeling kinda sporty

Went to the bar copped me a 40

Got kinda high and uh kinda drunk

So I kicked the ass of this little punk

Forgot my key and had to ring my bell

My momma came down,

she said, "Who the hell?"

Wait momma, wait,

it's me your little son

Before I knew it my mom pulled a gun

"I know who you are,

but who the hell is that?"

I turned around man,

this bitch was fat

I really don't know

how she got into the car

I must have picked her up

when I left the bar

You know I'm horny homey man

I wanted to chill

But you know how mothers are,

she wanted to ill

So I said, "Hey baby is you on the pill?

Cause, tonight I wanna be your lover

Just one thing, I forgot to buy a rubber"

Wait a little while then we snuck upstairs

Step by step with a hint of fear

We got into my room,

bitch started to scream

Momma busted in

what a fucked up scene

Shirt ripped off,

drawers down to my knees

Wait momma, wait momma,

wait, wait, please

Put back your gun,

put down your broom

My mom fucked up the room

The bitch jumped up with no respect

I had to put the big, big bitch in check

I said, "You come a little closer

and you will get shot"

"I'm sober anyway,

I don't need no cock"

It was Saturday night

and I was feeling kinda funny

Gold around my neck,

pockets full of money

Went to the corner,

man and who did I see?

But this super bad bitch

looking back at me

I said, "Fly lady man,

you got a big butt"

This bitch turned around,

all she said was, "What?"

I said, "My name is Schoolly baby,

uh what is yours?"

Before I knew it up come my boys

Noisy as hell and drunk as shit

Saying, "Yo Schoolly School,

what time is it?"

Looked a little closer a

nd I knew it was a gag

What I thought was a girl

was nothing but a fag

Everybody rapping

but they don't know how

Shoulda seen the boy

rapping to the cow

He rapped so hard

that the nigga saw smoke

He lit up his cheeba

and they both took a toke

The cow got high

and the boy got by

Don't come in my face

and ask me why

Cheeba Cheeba ya'll

Yeah it's that cheeba cheeba

making 'em feel like that

Cheeba Cheeba ya'll

Some call it Cheeba, some call it weed

It's the killer, it's the thriller,

it's that you the thing need

Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet

Smoking a J and scratching the itch

Along came a spider

and sat down beside her

And said, "Yo, what's up

with that, bitch?"

But then down the road

came Mary and her lambs

Smoking a Lacy in each and every hand

The poor little spider, he couldn't score any

They was 2 dollar bitches

and he only had a penny

Cheeba Cheeba ya'll

Yeah Cheeba Cheeba ya'll

Let me tell you a little tale

about Peter the Pimp

Sucker MC, trying to cop a limp

Rode around town in a couple of cars

Got gagged by the man

trying to stick up a bar

The judge said, "Boy, what was on your mind?"

He said, "I had some Cheeba Cheeba,

cocaine and some wine."

The judge said, "Boy, relax and have a beer

You won't be doing shit for the next ten years."

Cheeba Cheeba ya'll

Yeah, it's that Cheeba Cheeba

Cheeba Cheeba ya'll

Some call it Cheeba, some call it weed

It's the killer, it's the thriller,

it's the thing that you need

Cheeba Cheeba ya'll