Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Saturday Nite Fever, artist - Lordz Of Brooklyn. Album song All In The Family, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: American
Song language: English
Saturday Nite Fever |
Well it’s Brooklyn Bums |
Well it’s the dirty birds |
Well it’s the Lordz of Brooklyn won’t go back on our words |
Cause’we’re pissing on the curbs, dishing out the dirt |
Yo! |
someone’s got to shout out to Bensonhurst |
Ray Ridge Lordz rule |
I might lose my cool |
in a bar room brawl |
and beat them down with a stool |
I’m drunk it hit my head |
I’m pissed I’m turning red |
Well it’s the Lordz of Brooklyn |
if you fuck around you’re dead |
E to the D to the G the E Like the loans shark’s muscle |
(Admoney) Yo, I’ll bust your freakin’knee! |
With a bat or a pipe |
In my parish that’s a fight |
Yo, you caught the Brooklyn fever on a Saturday night. |
Come on! |
It’s a Saturday night |
Come On! |
It’s a Saturday Night |
Come on! |
It’s a Saturday night |
So bring your boys and your bats cause it’s a bar fight |
Ayeoo! |
Kick off your shoes, jump off the rock |
It’s the crazy white boy from a Brooklyn block |
Standing on the corner drinking cheap wine |
It’s a Saturday night, yo, let’s all get high |
Puffing on the blunts and sipping on the brews |
Mess with LOB! |
Punk! |
Yo! |
You lose |
I’m out getting drunk, writing on the walls |
Step to ADM If you got the balls |
I come full fisted swinging the bat |
So tell me right now man |
Who’s the mack? |
I’m in my Cadillac, running red lights |
The cops on my tail |
It’s a Saturday night. |
Come On! |
It’s a Saturday night (X 3) |
So bring your hoes and blades cause it’s a bar fight. |
I got the Saturday Night fever, word to mama mia |
It’s that crazy L.O.Bia, yo It’s my pizzeria |
Connected like Sinatra |
The phantom of the opera |
The turnstile hopper |
[Admoney Fuck those coppers |
Got the Dean Martin style |
[Dino Botz: Woo doo bee doo |
I got the drunken flow |
From the Budweiser brew (Dino Botz) |
Swinging on the cable Like I’m Tony Manaro |
The ginny gang plank is the Verrazzano |
Like Lucky Luciano with the tommy gun |
I never leave the body till the job is done |
Won’t be late for dinner, cause I’m mommy’s son |
And like my Pop said never turn and run |
Just leave them laid out, lights out |
kissing on the pavement |
Well it’s the Edge One, ADM, and the Kaves |
and Paulie Two Time, and my man Dino Botz |
And we’re the Lordz of Brooklyn and we ain’t got gotz. |