On a Saturday night? Is this what they call sex? Is this what they call sex? Is this what they call sex On a Saturday night? Time for the night clubs Time for the night
Перевод: Острые ощущения. Saturday Night.
a Saturday night? Is this what they call sex Is this what they call sex Is this what they call sex on a Saturday night? Time for the night clubs Time for the night
half steppin' I got the weapon Boom! Boom! I'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that I love to kill, I love the thrill And I love to put a nigga
muthafuckin' hiddouse Check the technique, nigga Representin' for my real niggas out there Fuck all you buster-ass niggas, word Saturday night in L.
the wheel Holdin' my lover with the other, a sweet, soft, southern thrill Worked hard all week, got a little jingle, on a Tennessee Saturday night Couldn
[Ghostface Killah] I think it happened on a Saturday I heard the phone ring, ding, ding Who this? 'Vine yo.. Wise guy killed last night by the Tracks,
quite so right as the night of your favorite thing conversation and laughter and the night after and the night after damn I like hafta see you now it
better 'cause your dome piece blown Release chrome beats Nuclear missiles rhymes under my comb Three strikes marks the villian bustin rhymes Like shots in Sarajevo Saturday night
side Take my baby to the carnival And I'll take you on all the rides Down the shore everything's all right You with your baby on a Saturday night, yeah
you everything but love Oh blue, blue money When the devil gets your soul All that's left is a heartache made of gold It's a Saturday night again The
to us and gas it up on the track, ooh yeah and don't forget to tell your friends and neighbours that Saturday night is speedway night ooh yeah, fans
You half steppin', I got the weapon Boom, boom, I'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that I love to kill, I love the thrill And I love to put
Saturday night, all alone lookin' for some thrills Try to catch the band's last song Back stage pass really showin' out Feel that's where I belong Sittin
Saturday night, we look alright We're going out boring Paris, France London town NYC, boring Nothing thrills us anymore No one kills us anymore Life
thrill of the kiss That on Monday I?ll miss When I look back and say Well oh my Lord You should have seen my Saturday Oh, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday Oh, Saturday
