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