Ghostface Killah - Saturday Nite Lyrics
[ghostface]Yo..Saturday night, uptownRidin past kansas fried chickenWhats poppin kid? we in the mixIts chilly 40 belowGates closed gotta catch dr. jsBlowin 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 mans mug, semi stepped brother hugsYou asked the wrong guy sonIm from melina, yeah we know mr. colesFlew in two days ago to see his famBut we been watchin you, crazilyThe whole staten island shittin on youWisdom birds 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 probatYou dealin with a lot of science, mother*****er were watchin youMake me wanna lick shots at youYou disgust me, screwin me down, grab my gunGo head bust me, heard you hate jake thats what it must beHands behind your back, spread your legsJust found a roach in your trayIts not mine *****er, what I saidYou met the 13th niggaA multimillion dollar operation is based upon it yoWhere in the hells the rza?Hes sellin mics, wildest jointsSpecial made to go up in your hand and which went out on pointSwitched to the next scene, Im 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 shits megaReel flashin me on bet, planet groove, rap city newsNaacp committees.. {*abruptly ends*}
