Ghostface k**ah - Saturday Nite - Edit lyrics

Yo Saturday night, Uptown Ridin past Kansas Fried Chicken What's poppin kid? We in the mix It's chilly 40 below Gate's closed gotta catch Dr. J's Blowin my hand, rub on my nose Tap the gla**, stop frontin Duke, fresh pair of jeans Look I got loot, eleven in the Ba** boots Heard a screech pull up, these Jakes flashed me 5 pictures One had my man's mug, Semi stepped brother hugs You asked the wrong guy son I'm from Melina, yeah we know Mr. Coles Flew in two days ago to see his fam' But we been watchin you, crazily The whole Staten Island sh**tin on you Wisdom Bird's pregnant out in Baisley Hold up snow in your ear, fresh baldie tried to change up Not trunk today, still lookin fly, still slammed up hung Your mom pop in your trunk, slow your pace Starks fixed your face, copped out the 6, five years probat' You dealin with a lot of science, motherf**er we're watchin you Make me wanna lick shots at you You disgust me, screwin me down, grab my gun Go 'head bust me, heard you hate Jake that's what it must be Hands behind your back, spread your legs Just found a roach in your tray It's not mine f**er, what I said You met the 13th n***a A multimillion dollar operation is based upon it yo Where in the Hell's the RZA? He's sellin mics, wildest joints Special made to go up in your hand and which went out on point Switched to the next scene, I'm at the crib buggin out On how po' live, hatin plus hara**in the kid Park the truck in the double face garage Dial 1-900-Raekwon, tell the God sh**'s mega Reel flashin me on BET, Planet Groove, Rap City News NAACP committees. {*abruptly ends*}