Текст песни Schoolly D - Saturday Night
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It was Saturday night and I`m feelin kinda sportyWent to a bar and caught me a 40Got kinda a high and a...kinda drunkSo I kicked the ass of this little punkForgot my key and had to ring my bellMy momma came dressed, she said, "Who the hell?"Wait momma, wait, it`s me ya little sonBefore 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 fatI really don`t know, she got into the carI musta picked her up when I left the barYa know I`m horny homey man I wanted to chillBut you know how mothers are, she wanted to illSo I said, "Hey baby is you on the pill?`Cause, tonight I wanna be your loverJust one thing: I forgot to buy a rubber"Wait a little while then we snuk upstairsStep by step with a hint of fearWe got into my room, bitch started to screamMomma busted in with a fucked up sceneShirt ripped off, drawers down to my kneesWait momma, wait momma, wait, wait, please!Put back your gun, put down your brewMy mom fucked up the roomThe bitch jumped up with no respectI had to put the big, big bitch in checkI 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 NightsIt was Saturday Night and I was feelin kinda funnyGold around my neck, pockets full of moneyWent to the corner, man who did I see?But the super bad bitch lookin back at meI 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 boysNoisy as hell and drunk as shitSayin, "Yo Schoolly Schooll, what time is it?"Looked a little closer and I knew it was gagWhat I thought was a girl was nothin but a fagEverybody rappin but they don`t know howShoulda seen the boy rappin to the cowHe rapped so hard that the nigga saw smokeHe lit up his cheeba and they both took a tokeThe cow got high and the boy got byJust don`t come in my face and ask me whyCheeba Cheeba ya`llYeah it`s that cheeba cheeba makin `em feel like thatCheeba Cheeba ya`llSome call it Cheeba, some call it weedIt`s the killer, it`s the filler, it`s the thing that you needLittle Miss Muffet sat on a tuffetSmokin a J and scratchin` the itchAlong came a spider and sat down beside herAnd said, "Yo, what`s up with that, bitch?"But then down the road came Mary and her lambsSmokin` a Lacy in each and every handThe poor little spider, he couldn`t score anyThey were 2 dollar bitches and he only had a pennyCheeba Cheeba ya`llYeah Cheeba Cheeba ya`llLet me tell ya a little tale about Peter the PimpSucka MCed, tried to cop a limpRode around town in a couple of carsGot gagged by the man tryin to stick up a barThe 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 beerYou won`t be doin shit for the next ten years."Cheeba Cheeba ya`llYeah, it`s that Cheeba CheebaCheeba CheebaSome call it Cheeba, some call it weedIt`s the killer, it`s the filler, it`s the thing that you needCheeba Cheeba ya`ll