Saturday Night

It was Saturday night and I was feeling kinda sporty

Went to the bar copped me a 40

Got kinda high and uh kinda drunk

So I kicked the ass of this little punk

Forgot my key and had to ring my bell

My momma came down she said "Who the hell "

Wait momma wait it's me your little son

Before I knew it my mom pulled a gun

"I know who you are but who the hell is that "

I turned around man this bitch was fat

I really don't know how she got into the car

I must have picked her up when I left the bar

You know I'm horny homey man I wanted to chill

But you know how mothers are she wanted to ill

So I said "Hey baby is you on the pill

'Cause tonight I wanna be your lover

Just one thing I forgot to buy a rubber"

Wait a little while then we snuck upstairs

Step by step with a hint of fear

We got into my room

Bitch started to scream

Momma busted in what a f**ked up scene

Shirt ripped off drawers down to my knees

Wait momma wait momma wait wait please

Put back your gun put down your broom

My mom f**ked up the room

The bitch jumped up with no respect

I had to put the big big bitch in check

I said

"You come a little closer and you will get shot"

"I'm sober anyway I don't need no cock"

It was Saturday night

It was Saturday night

And I was feeling kinda funny

Gold around my neck pockets full of money

Went to the corner

Man and who did I see

But this super bad bitch looking back at me

I said "Fly lady man

You got a big butt"

This bitch turned around

All she said was "What "

I said "My name is Schoolly baby uh what is yours "

Before I knew it up come my boys

Noisy as hell and drunk as shit

Saying "Yo Schoolly School what time is it "

Looked a little closer and I knew it was a gag

What I thought was a girl was nothing but a fag

Everybody rapping but they don't know how

Shoulda seen the boy rapping to the cow

He rapped so hard that the nigga saw smoke

He lit up his cheeba and they both took a toke

The cow got high and the boy got by

Don't come in my face and ask me why

Cheeba Cheeba ya'll

Yeah it's that

Cheeba cheeba making 'em feel like that

Cheeba Cheeba ya'll

Some call it Cheeba some call it weed

It's the killer it's the thriller

It's the thing that you need

Cheeba Cheeba ya'll

Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet

Smoking a J and scratching the itch

Along came a spider and sat down beside her

And said "Yo what's up with that bitch "

But then down the road came Mary and her lambs

Smoking a Lacy in each and every hand

The poor little spider he couldn't score any

They was 2 dollar bitches and he only had a penny

Cheeba Cheeba ya'll

Yeah Cheeba Cheeba ya'll

Let me tell you a little tale about Peter the Pimp

Sucker MC trying to cop a limp

Rode around town in a couple of cars

Got gagged by the man trying to stick up a bar

The judge said

"Boy what was on your mind "

He said

"I had some Cheeba Cheeba cocaine and some wine "

The judge said "Boy relax and have a beer

You won't be doing shit for the next ten years "

Cheeba Cheeba ya'll

Yeah it's that Cheeba Cheeba

Cheeba Cheeba ya'll

Some call it Cheeba some call it weed

It's the killer it's the thriller it's the thing that you need

So Cheeba Cheeba ya'll