Текст песни Ghostface Killah - Saturday Nite
Ghostface Killah - Saturday Nite слова песни
[Ghostface]Yo..Saturday night, UptownRidin past Kansas Fried ChickenWhat`s poppin kid? We in the mixIt`s chilly 40 belowGate`s closed gotta catch Dr. J`sBlowin my hand, rub on my noseTap the glass, stop frontin Duke, fresh pair of jeansLook I got loot, eleven in the Bass bootsHeard a screech pull up, these Jakes flashed me 5 picturesOne had my man`s mug, Semi stepped brother hugsYou asked the wrong guy sonI`m from Melina, yeah we know Mr. ColesFlew in two days ago to see his fam`But we been watchin you, crazilyThe whole Staten Island shittin on youWisdom Bird`s pregnant out in BaisleyHold up snow in your ear, fresh baldie tried to change upNot trunk today, still lookin fly, still slammed up hungYour mom pop in your trunk, slow your paceStarks fixed your face, copped out the 6, five years probat`You dealin with a lot of science, motherfucker we`re watchin youMake me wanna lick shots at youYou disgust me, screwin me down, grab my gunGo `head bust me, heard you hate Jake that`s what it must beHands behind your back, spread your legsJust found a roach in your trayIt`s not mine fucker, what I saidYou met the 13th niggaA multimillion dollar operation is based upon it yoWhere in the Hell`s the RZA?He`s sellin mics, wildest jointsSpecial made to go up in your hand and which went out on pointSwitched to the next scene, I`m at the crib buggin outon how po` live, hatin plus harassin the kidPark the truck in the double face garageDial 1-900-Raekwon, tell the God shit`s megaReel flashin me on BET, Planet Groove, Rap City NewsNAACP committees.. {*abruptly ends*}