Lyrics Saturday Night - Schoolly D
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
want
to
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
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