draft pick? A finger to the wrist here we go for the Knicks It's like that super phat catch a heart attack Then smoke the Shooby Dooby with the black
Black connection Sonny cheeba be a part of Black connection Cat fabu be a part of Black connection Van suede always be a part of Black connection
black Nigga I break God damn necks, when I drop verses And blind your sight, from the shit that I recite Live from Compton it's Saturday night But ain
to me) I might let you make it up to me (make it up) Who's playing Saturday? What kind of fuckery are you? Side from Sammy you're my best black
my picture posters, pin-ups. Wanna skin up (big up, big up). It’s a race against the clock, and I can’t stop countdown, Hear the sound see boogie brown.. (uptown saturday
Black or white Ooh, ooh Yeah, yea, yea now Ooh, ooh Yea, yea, yea now It's black, it's white It's tough for them To get by It's black, it's white,
for freedom on the television Sharing the world with slaughtered pigs Have we got everything? She struggles to get away... The pain And the creeping feeling A little black haired girl Waiting for Saturday
heart Thursday doesn't even start It's friday i'm in love Saturday wait And sunday always comes too late But friday never hesitate... I don't care if monday's black
black calicos So, when we creep, drop cause I'ma hit you nine times Take your nine lives, bump up and Hypnotize your mind, blow [Cruchy Black] You can
Saturday, Saturday, S-S-S-Saturday, Saturday x2 I got my cup filled up, all the way to the brim, brim, brim, brim Black on black Cadillac with the custom
Friday (Partyin') We-we-we so excited We so excited We gonna have a ball today Tomorrow is Saturday And Sunday comes after ... wards I don't want this weekend to end R-B, Rebecca Black
woolly mammoth saber tooth bitch bite your tongue I won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come I pulled up in the black Lotus, your plaques are
It was a Saturday night on the streets of Cali Threw on my dope silk suit, brushed off my suede Bally's Threw on enough gold for any girl's pleasure Left
the muthafuckin' hiddouse Check the technique, nigga Representin' for my real niggas out there Fuck all you buster-ass niggas, word Saturday night in
Every Saturday, "Rap Attack", Mr. Magic, Marley Marl I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock Way back, when I had the red and black
six foot four in six-inch heels A Cupid tattoo behind your ear You're an ingenue in a full-length mirror A tight black dress, all the right moves From
sweet nothings In my ear to get my hormones in gear Now, mamma's little baby loves toast and jam Melts in your mouth but not in your hand Black pudd'
nothings in my ear To get my hormones in gear Now, mamma's little baby loves toast and jam Melts in your mouth, but not in your hand Black pudd'n
