Saturday Night

It was Saturday night and I'm feelin kinda sporty
 Went to a bar and caught me a 40
 Got kinda a high and a... kinda drunk
 So I kicked the ass of this little punk
 Forgot my key and had to ring my bell
 My momma came dressed, she said, "Who the hell?"
 Wait momma, wait, it's me ya 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 bitch was fat
 I really don't know, she got into the car
 I musta picked her up when I left the bar
 Ya 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 want to be your lover
 Just one thing: I forgot to buy a rubber"
 Wait a little while then we snuk upstairs
 Step by step with a hint of fear
 We got into my room, bitch started to scream
 Momma busted in with a fucked up scene
 Shirt ripped off, drawers down to my knees
 Wait momma, wait momma, wait, wait, please!
 Put back your gun, put down your brew
 My mom fucked up the room
 The bitch jumped up with no respect
 I had to put the big, big bitch in check
 I said, "Ya come a little closer and ya will get shot,
 I'm sober anyway, I don't need no cock."
 Oh yeah, them wild Saturday Nights
 It was Saturday Night and I was feelin kinda funny
 Gold around my neck, pockets full of money
 Went to the corner, man who did I see?
 But the super bad bitch lookin back at me
 I said, "Fly lady man, you got a big butt"
 Bitch turned around, all she said was, "What?"
 I said, "My name is Schoolly baby, I'm down with the Shores"
 Before I knew it up came my boys
 Noisy as hell and drunk as shit
 Sayin, "Yo Schoolly Schooll, what time is it?"
 Looked a little closer and I knew it was gag
 What I thought was a girl was nothin but a fag
 Everybody rappin but they don't know how
 Shoulda seen the boy rappin to the cow
 He rapped so hard that the nigga saw smoke
 He lit up his cheeba and they both took a toke
 The cow got high and the boy got by
 Just don't come in my face and ask me why
 Cheeba Cheeba ya'll
 Yeah it's that cheeba cheeba makin 'em feel like that
 Cheeba Cheeba ya'll
 Some call it Cheeba, some call it weed
 It's the killer, it's the filler, it's the thing that you need
 Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet
 Smokin a J and scratchin' the itch
 Along came a spider and sat down beside her
 And said, "Yo, what's up with that, bitch?"
 But then down the road came Mary and her lambs
 Smokin' a Lacy in each and every hand
 The poor little spider, he couldn't score any
 They were 2 dollar bitches and he only had a penny
 Cheeba Cheeba ya'll
 Yeah Cheeba Cheeba ya'll
 Let me tell ya a little tale about Peter the Pimp
 Sucka MCed, tried to cop a limp
 Rode around town in a couple of cars
 Got gagged by the man tryin to stick up a bar
 The judge said, "Boy, what was on your mind?"
 He said, "I had some Cheeba Cheeba, cocaine and some wine."
 The judge said, "Boy, relax and have a beer
 You won't be doin shit 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 killer, it's the filler, it's the thing that you need
 Cheeba Cheeba ya'll