Saturday Night [radio Version] Lyrics - Saturday Night! The Album - 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