| Who wanna ride?!
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| Who wanna ride?!
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| Who wanna ride?!
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| It’s a Saturday afternoon on the Eastside
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| Mashin' in the bucket, sippin' on formeldahyde
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| Pockets lookin' sore so you know I gotta go
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| Pull a 2−11 on the neighborhood sto'
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| Mash on the gas, then I hit the pavement
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| Jumped out the bucket, headed straight in
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| Told the f**kin' clerk, put the money on the table
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| I’m a lunatic and my mind is unstable
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| He stuttered like a bitch
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| Tryin' to stop the hit
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| Shakin' like a twig
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| So you know I dumped the clip!
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| 16 shots left his body on the flo'
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| Break the register, took the money, and I broke
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| Out the f**kin' back do' straight to the bucket
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| Put the money in, start the ride, and I punch it
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| Been from the hood, straight shots in the daylight
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| A normal Saturday for Blaze on the Eastside
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| Every Saturday afternoon!
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| (Who wanna ride?!)
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| I go robbin' these bitches and hoes!
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| (Who wanna ride?!)
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| Every Saturday afternoon!
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| (Who wanna ride?!)
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| I go robbin' these bitches and hoes!
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| Headed on back the crib to count my dough
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| Got 200 dollars and I’m lookin' for mo'
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| 'cause I’m greedy and I’m back on the streets
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| Rollin' thru the hood, to another store I creep
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| Now I’m on my feet 'cause the cops is on my tail
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| They wanna see me go to jail with no bail
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| But they can’t 'cause I’m rockin' a hoodie
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| A .45 cal. |
| in my waist, so don’t push me
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| Same Saturday, still hittin' licks for cash
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| Walked into Carlins, demanded all his stash
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| The sucka talked shit, but filled the bag up
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| Guess he thought his homie in the back was gonna tag him
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| Blaze, and he came out from the back room
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| Runnin' at a dead homie, Blaze, with a broom |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Saturday Afternoon , by - Blaze Ya Dead Homie. Song from the album 1 Less G in the Hood, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп