Saturday Afternoon

Who want to ride?! Who want to ride?! Who want to 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 want to ride?!) I go robbin' these bitches and hoes! (Who want to ride?!) Every Saturday afternoon! (Who want to 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' 'cause I'm greedy and I'm back on the streets Rollin' through the hood, to another store I creep Now I'm on my feet 'cause the cops is on my tail They want to see me go to jail with no bail But they can't 'cause 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 want to ride?!) I go robbin' these bitches and hoes! (Who want to ride?!) Every Saturday afternoon! (Who want to 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 see-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 through 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 want to ride?!) I go robbin' these bitches and hoes! (Who want to ride?!) Every Saturday afternoon! (Who want to ride?!) I go robbin' these bitches and hoes! Every Saturday afternoon! (Who want to ride?!) I go robbin' these bitches and hoes! (Who want to ride?!) Every Saturday afternoon! (Who want to ride?!) I go robbin' these bitches and hoes! "4...3..3...2....2....2...1....1......." Who want to ride?! Who want to ride?! Who want to ride?! Who want to ride? --- Saturday Afternoon - Blaze Ya Dead Homie and Jamie Madrox