Ghostface k**ah - Saturday Nite 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 want to 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