Saturday Afternoon Lyrics - One Less G In The Hood - Blaze Ya Dead Homie

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' 

'cause 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 'cause the cops is on my tail 

They wanna see me go to jail with no bail 

But they can't 'cause 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