Saturday Afternoon lyrics Lyrics

song lyrics Saturday Afternoon lyrics Who wanna ride?! Who wanna ride?! Who wanna ride?! It s a Saturday afternoon on the Eastside Mashin in the bucket, sippin on formeldahyde Pockets lookin sore so you know I gotta go Pull a 2-11 on the neighborhood sto Mash on the gas, then I hit the pavement Jumped out the bucket, headed straight in Told the fuckin clerk, put the money on the table I m a lunatic and my mind is unstable He stuttered like a bitch Tryin to stop the hit Shakin like a twig So you know I dumped the clip! 16 shots left his body on the flo Break the register, took the money, and I broke Out the fuckin back do straight to the bucket Put the money in, start the ride, and I punch it Been from the hood, straight shots in the daylight A normal Saturday for Blaze on the Eastside Every Saturday afternoon! (Who wanna ride?!) I go robbin these bitches and hoes! (Who wanna ride?!) Every Saturday afternoon! (Who wanna ride?!) I go robbin these bitches and hoes! Headed on back the crib to count my dough Got 200 dollars and I m lookin for mo Cuz I m greedy and I m back on the streets Rollin thru the hood, to another store I creep Now I m on my feet cuz the cops is on my tail They wanna see me go to jail with no bail But they can t cuz I m rockin a hoodie A .45 cal. in my waist, so don t push me Same Saturday, still hittin licks for cash Walked into Carlins, demanded all his stash The sucka talked shit, but filled the bag up Guess he thought his homie in the back was gonna tag him Blaze, and he came out from the back room Runnin at a dead homie, Blaze, with a broom I put two slugs in they muthafuckin chest Saturday afternoon, I laid them hoes to rest Every Saturday afternoon! (Who wanna ride?!) I go robbin these bitches and hoes! (Who wanna ride?!) Every Saturday afternoon! (Who wanna ride?!) I go robbin these bitches and hoes! Walk out the Carlin s, headed cross Grashiot Cops rollin by, my hoodie up, I m mashin Went to count my cash, got 5 C-notes Need 5 mo for some weed to smoke So I know I gotta rob a suburb store In the suburbs they keep real cash in they drawer Not like the ghetto just nickel and dime shit Tired of walkin so I car jacked a bitch At the stoplight, I jumped in, told her get out Call the cops, I know where you live, I ll put your lights out Now I m mashin down the block To the liquor spot Found a purse, went thru it in the parkin lot Whaddya know, the bitch had $600 dollars The sun s still out so you know I m gonna follow Through with the plan, robbib suckas for they cheddar On Saturday, still a G, down to the letter Every Saturday afternoon! (Who wanna ride?!) I go robbin these bitches and hoes! (Who wanna ride?!) Every Saturday afternoon! (Who wanna ride?!) I go robbin these bitches and hoes! Every Saturday afternoon! (Who wanna ride?!) I go robbin these bitches and hoes! (Who wanna ride?!) Every Saturday afternoon! (Who wanna ride?!) I go robbin these bitches and hoes! "4...3..3...2....2....2...1....1......." Who wanna ride?! Who wanna ride?! Who wanna ride?! Who wanna ride? song lyrics