DJ Code Money - Saturday Night lyrics

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 a** 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 b**h 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, b**h started to scream Momma busted in what a f**ed 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**ed up the room The b**h jumped up with no respect I had to put the big, big b**h in check I said, "You come a little closer and you will get shot" "I'm sober anyway, I don't need no co*k" 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 b**h looking back at me I said, "Fly lady man, you got a big bu*t" This b**h 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 sh** 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 f*g Everybody rapping but they don't know how Shoulda seen the boy rapping to the cow He rapped so hard that the n***a 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 k**er, it's the thriller, it's the thing that you need 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, b**h?" 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 b**hes 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 s**er 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, c**aine and some wine." The judge said, "Boy, relax and have a beer You won't be doing sh** for the next ten years." Cheeba Cheeba ya'll Yeah, it's that Cheeba Cheeba Cheeba Cheeba Some call it Cheeba, some call it weed It's the k**er, it's the thriller, it's the thing that you need Cheeba Cheeba ya'll