SCHOOLLY D - Saturday Night lyrics

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It was Saturday night and I'm feelin kinda sporty

Went to a bar and caught me a 40

Got kinda a high and a...kinda drunk

So I kicked the ass of this little punk

Forgot my key and had to ring my bell

My momma came dressed, she said, "Who the hell?"

Wait momma, wait, it's me ya 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, she got into the car

I musta picked her up when I left the bar

Ya 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 snuk upstairs

Step by step with a hint of fear

We got into my room, bitch started to scream

Momma busted in with 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 brew

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, "Ya come a little closer and ya will get shot,

I'm sober anyway, I don't need no cock."

Oh yeah, them wild Saturday Nights

It was Saturday Night and I was feelin kinda funny

Gold around my neck, pockets full of money

Went to the corner, man who did I see?

But the super bad bitch lookin back at me

I said, "Fly lady man, you got a big butt"

Bitch turned around, all she said was, "What?"

I said, "My name is Schoolly baby, I'm down with the Shores"

Before I knew it up came my boys

Noisy as hell and drunk as shit

Sayin, "Yo Schoolly Schooll, what time is it?"

Looked a little closer and I knew it was gag

What I thought was a girl was nothin but a fag

Everybody rappin but they don't know how

Shoulda seen the boy rappin 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

Just don't come in my face and ask me why

Cheeba Cheeba ya'll

Yeah it's that cheeba cheeba makin 'em feel like that

Cheeba Cheeba ya'll

Some call it Cheeba, some call it weed

It's the killer, it's the filler, it's the thing that you need

Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet

Smokin a J and scratchin' 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

Smokin' a Lacy in each and every hand

The poor little spider, he couldn't score any

They were 2 dollar bitches and he only had a penny

Cheeba Cheeba ya'll

Yeah Cheeba Cheeba ya'll

Let me tell ya a little tale about Peter the Pimp

Sucka MCed, tried to cop a limp

Rode around town in a couple of cars

Got gagged by the man tryin 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 doin shit for the next ten years."

Cheeba Cheeba ya'll

Yeah, it's that Cheeba Cheeba

Cheeba Cheeba

Some call it Cheeba, some call it weed

It's the killer, it's the filler, it's the thing that you need

Cheeba Cheeba ya'll