| Yea
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| This beat remind me of back in the day
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| Sunshine chillin
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| Man, tell em about your perfect Saturday
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| Woke up at ten, no worries at all
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| Another sunny day in LA, that’s how we roll
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| Hit my homie J cause he rolls the blunts tight
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| Head’s still spinnin from the freaks last night
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| Yea man, you know I got the sticky for sho
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| And 5 females coming over at 4
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| I’m a hop in the shower, clean my nuts
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| Throw on the polo sport to impress the stunts
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| Rollin up in the Charger with the suicide doors
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| Top down cruising as I head to the store
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| Jim has some brews, everything that we need
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| Then back to the crib smoking indoor weed
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| It’s the perfect Saturday, there’s knock on the door
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| Man these girls are here early, it’s a quarter to four
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| Man, which of these freaks I’m a see in my bed
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| Open the door and see my homie Ned
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| Oh hey guys, how’s it going?
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| (Wuddup Ned?)
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| I got 911, need to use your head
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| (That's a no can do, ooh your breath is all hit)
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| Yea, I know, now move, I gotta take a shit
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| (Now normally Ned, the bathroom was yours
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| But we got those fine freaks coming over at 4)
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| Fine freaks?! |
| Okay, new plan
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| I’ll just hold it and let out small farts for the rest of the night
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| Okay Ned, thanks for stopping by
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| (You're welcome)
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| Seriously Ned, it was good to see you
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| (I know)
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| Listen, the freaks are gonna be here any minute
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| We gotta get rid of this guy
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| Hey dude, he’s your friend, you should ask him to leave
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| Listen, if the freaks come here he cannot be here
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| Oh, God
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| Shit!
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| Ah, one second
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| What time is it?
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| It’s 4, it’s them
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| Who? |
| The freaks?
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| Yes, get Ned out
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| Ned you gotta hop out the window
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| But we’re on the 5th floor,
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| Yes, move like endo
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| I’m not doing that
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| Then hit the bathroom on the double
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| The dump’s in my butt and your toilets are trouble
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| Look, seriously I’ll hold it
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| I’ve been in this situation literally hundreds of times
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| Oh what the fuck?
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| Oh no
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| I’m gonna need to borrow some pants
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| No
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| Oh hey ladies
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| (Oh my God it smells like fuckin death in here)
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| Hey freaks!
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| (This place smells like shit)
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| It was them
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| We’re out of here
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| Becca wait
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| Oh you guys blew it
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| Well that’s too bad but we ain’t mad
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| No. In fact, we got something to show you
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| It’s down this hallway, and open this door
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| (A surprise?)
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| Yea man, something like that
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| So walk out front and don’t look back
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| (What's all this plastic? Were you painting last night?)
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| Don’t worry about it, just walk towards the light
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| (It sure is pretty)
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| Yea, sure is
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| Close your eyes Ned
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| (You're my only friends)
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| Yea, motherfuckers
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| You already think you were gonna get out of this without a fart joke did you?
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| You wack motherfuckers
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| You pussy motherfuckers
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| The fuck ya’ll thinkin?
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| This is Lonely Island!
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| Oh cause we got a little paper now?
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| And you see us on the TV
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| You think we don’t do fart jokes no more?
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| We were doin fart jokes when you were suckin ya mama’s tit
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| Ya fart motherfuckers, fuck ya’ll |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Perfect Saturday , by - The Lonely Island. Song from the album The Wack Album, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп