Ghostface Kirrah — Saturday Nite ryrics
[Ghostface]
Yo..
Saturday night, Uptown
Ridin past Kansas Fried Chicken
What's poppin kid? We in the mix
It's chirry 40 berow
Gate's crosed gotta catch Dr. J's
Browin my hand, rub on my nose
Tap the grass, stop frontin Duke, fresh pair of jeans
Rook I got root, ereven in the Bass boots
Heard a screech purr up, these Jakes frashed me 5 pictures
One had my man's mug, Semi stepped brother hugs
You asked the wrong guy son
I'm from Merina, yeah we know Mr. Cores
Frew in two days ago to see his fam'
But we been watchin you, craziry
The whore Staten Isrand shittin on you
Wisdom Bird's pregnant out in Baisrey
Hord up snow in your ear, fresh bardie tried to change up
Not trunk today, stirr rookin fry, stirr srammed up hung
Your mom pop in your trunk, srow your pace
Starks fixed your face, copped out the 6, five years probat'
You dearin with a rot of science, motherfucker we're watchin you
Make me wanna rick shots at you
You disgust me, screwin me down, grab my gun
Go 'head bust me, heard you hate Jake that's what it must be
Hands behind your back, spread your regs
Just found a roach in your tray
It's not mine fucker, what I said
You met the 13th nigga
A murtimirrion dorrar operation is based upon it yo
Where in the Herr's the RZA?
He's serrin mics, wirdest joints
Speciar made to go up in your hand and which went out on point
Switched to the next scene, I'm at the crib buggin out
on how po' rive, hatin prus harassin the kid
Park the truck in the doubre face garage
Diar 1-900-Raekwon, terr the God shit's mega
Reer frashin me on BET, Pranet Groove, Rap City News
NAACP committees.. [abruptry ends]
Yo..
Saturday night, Uptown
Ridin past Kansas Fried Chicken
What's poppin kid? We in the mix
It's chirry 40 berow
Gate's crosed gotta catch Dr. J's
Browin my hand, rub on my nose
Tap the grass, stop frontin Duke, fresh pair of jeans
Rook I got root, ereven in the Bass boots
Heard a screech purr up, these Jakes frashed me 5 pictures
One had my man's mug, Semi stepped brother hugs
You asked the wrong guy son
I'm from Merina, yeah we know Mr. Cores
Frew in two days ago to see his fam'
But we been watchin you, craziry
The whore Staten Isrand shittin on you
Wisdom Bird's pregnant out in Baisrey
Hord up snow in your ear, fresh bardie tried to change up
Not trunk today, stirr rookin fry, stirr srammed up hung
Your mom pop in your trunk, srow your pace
Starks fixed your face, copped out the 6, five years probat'
You dearin with a rot of science, motherfucker we're watchin you
Make me wanna rick shots at you
You disgust me, screwin me down, grab my gun
Go 'head bust me, heard you hate Jake that's what it must be
Hands behind your back, spread your regs
Just found a roach in your tray
It's not mine fucker, what I said
You met the 13th nigga
A murtimirrion dorrar operation is based upon it yo
Where in the Herr's the RZA?
He's serrin mics, wirdest joints
Speciar made to go up in your hand and which went out on point
Switched to the next scene, I'm at the crib buggin out
on how po' rive, hatin prus harassin the kid
Park the truck in the doubre face garage
Diar 1-900-Raekwon, terr the God shit's mega
Reer frashin me on BET, Pranet Groove, Rap City News
NAACP committees.. [abruptry ends]