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Текст песни Blaze Ya Dead Homie - Saturday Afternoon

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Who wanna ride?!Who wanna ride?!Who wanna ride?!It`s a Saturday afternoon on the EastsideMashin` in the bucket, sippin` on formeldahydePockets lookin` sore so you know I gotta goPull a 2-11 on the neighborhood sto`Mash on the gas, then I hit the pavementJumped out the bucket, headed straight inTold the fuckin` clerk, put the money on the tableI`m a lunatic and my mind is unstableHe stuttered like a bitchTryin` to stop the hitShakin` like a twigSo you know I dumped the clip!16 shots left his body on the flo`Break the register, took the money, and I brokeOut the fuckin` back do` straight to the bucketPut the money in, start the ride, and I punch itBeen from the hood, straight shots in the daylightA normal Saturday for Blaze on the EastsideEvery Saturday afternoon!(Who wanna ride?!)I go robbin` these bitches and hoes!(Who wanna ride?!)Every Saturday afternoon!(Who wanna ride?!)I go robbin` these bitches and hoes!Headed on back the crib to count my doughGot 200 dollars and I`m lookin` for mo`Cuz I`m greedy and I`m back on the streetsRollin` thru the hood, to another store I creepNow I`m on my feet cuz the cops is on my tailThey wanna see me go to jail with no bailBut they can`t cuz I`m rockin` a hoodieA .45 cal. in my waist, so don`t push meSame Saturday, still hittin` licks for cashWalked into Carlins, demanded all his stashThe sucka talked shit, but filled the bag upGuess he thought his homie in the back was gonna tag himBlaze, and he came out from the back roomRunnin` at a dead homie, Blaze, with a broomI put two slugs in they muthafuckin` chestSaturday afternoon, I laid them hoes to restEvery Saturday afternoon!(Who wanna ride?!)I go robbin` these bitches and hoes!(Who wanna ride?!)Every Saturday afternoon!(Who wanna ride?!)I go robbin` these bitches and hoes!Walk out the Carlin`s, headed `cross GrashiotCops rollin` by, my hoodie up, I`m mashin`Went to count my cash, got 5 C-notesNeed 5 mo` for some weed to smokeSo I know I gotta rob a suburb storeIn the suburbs they keep real cash in they drawerNot like the ghetto just nickel and dime shitTired of walkin` so I car jacked a bitchAt the stoplight, I jumped in, told her get outCall the cops, I know where you live, I`ll put your lights outNow I`m mashin` down the blockTo the liquor spotFound a purse, went thru it in the parkin` lotWhaddya know, the bitch had $600 dollarsThe sun`s still out so you know I`m gonna followThrough with the plan, robbib` suckas for they cheddarOn Saturday, still a G, down to the letterEvery Saturday afternoon!(Who wanna ride?!)I go robbin` these bitches and hoes!(Who wanna ride?!)Every Saturday afternoon!(Who wanna ride?!)I go robbin` these bitches and hoes!Every Saturday afternoon!(Who wanna ride?!)I go robbin` these bitches and hoes!(Who wanna ride?!)Every Saturday afternoon!(Who wanna ride?!)I go robbin` these bitches and hoes!"4...3..3...2....2....2...1....1......."Who wanna ride?!Who wanna ride?!Who wanna ride?!Who wanna ride?

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