never even liked him from the start And now he?s with that tart And I heard she done some really nasty stuff down in the park with Michael He said she
party out I'd like to, I'd like to break it down down Cold turn the party out Ah ah, I smoke Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday
knocked you out Maybe back in ninety-nine, but not in 2000 Anybody wanna do it like the old school? Hella niggaz at the park with no shootin' Sunday afternoon, at the park
much, my seven bizzos On Wednesday there's Wanda, who looks like Jane Fonda She said, she likes bikes, so I put her on my Honda I took her to the park
any time, you don't have to beat it You can get it in the car or even in the park But most head-hunters come out after dark There's nothing like a pretty
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!" (repeat 4X) It all started on a Saturday night, I was at the Tilt Faded off a eightball, when I got the phone call I recognized
all week, got a little jingle, on a Tennessee Saturday night Couldn't feel better, I'm together with my Dixieland delight Spend my dollar, parked in
Slow n-ggas, fast girls Hoes give up ass while these ho n-ggas hold triggers Blast on 'em Hold up that old checker flag for 'em Chalk lines by the do not park
do it in the park, we do it in the park That's right, that's right We do it in the park, we do it in the park I'm fluent after dark, in any siteation
Yo, Saturday night, uptown Ridin' past Kansas fried chicken What's poppin' kid? we in the mix It's chilly forty below Gate's closed gotta catch Dr. J'
a big ol' ass It's Saturday Sticky, icky, icky Sticky, icky, icky, icky System on blast, cops just pass Just seen a big ol' ass It's Saturday Sticky
up ay But I woke up with this big hangover Lemme tell you, a little story about the cantina I usually wait til Sunday to have my menudo But it's Saturday
up with the biggest fuckin headache Hungover like a bitch I'm never drinkin again homeboy Ha, yeah right I usually wait til Sunday to have my menudo But it's Saturday
On the porch, on the porch Smoking reefa Yeah Yeah I woke up early Saturday morning, sick off Rhemy and brews Wit a hang over from blues Hurl on my clothes
s awful [Xzibit] Whitey Ford takes the flows, y'all See I'm about to have the time of my life, Bacardi on ice Live from Los Angeles, it's Saturday night
Saturday night and you're still hangin' around Tired of living in your one horse town you'd like to find a little hole in the ground, for awhile..
Cadillacs to blocks, Richard Pryor, Redd Foxx Jukebox records, flatfooted cops Get automatic systematic jumpin' in your socks Mama's apple pie in the park
I want to go I want to go home now I want to go I want to go home now Let's go Saturday night, Rainbow Bar and Grill Where there's cocaine lines and