Lyrics:
you been cursed by the spell (Aye)
Added one more now you on my list, fuck twelve I always be doing my bitch yah
Uh (Aye)
Yea uh uh
Yea uh uh
Always
the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr magic
Marley Marl
Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh ha, duh ha
You never thought that hip hop
Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind takin'
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Round up di posse, Fugee comin'
Sundays weren't always this cruel (Sundays weren't always this cruel)
Your blade once sharpened my sword, turned to a duel
By Monday, you were
bargained for
Six-pack weasels pumped up by their own press releases
Till the capital ceases
Ain't no difference tween black and white
Except the green
by
Stop in at the Saturday Night Fish Fry
It was rockin', it was rockin'
You never seen such scufflin' and shufflin' 'til the break of dawn
It was
Yeah, Election time's coming.
who you gonna vote for
Yeah
If I was President,
I'd get elected on Friday,
Assasinated on Saturday,
Burried on Sunday,
I smoked weed on a Saturday
All I wanted was to get high
Deceived by a fallen angel
It ain't nothing like the black lights
I know I'll see you
You know, I worked the Big Packet show in Fort Worth, Saturday night
We had all day Sunday to rest and relax, before I caught another flight
So I
Up! magazine
Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape
Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind takin'
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Round up di posse, Fugee comin'
some George Strait
And we were Out By The Fire on a Saturday night
Yeah I loved the way she swayed in that black dress
Lookin' at her pretty blue eyes
haired girl
Johnny doesn't know her name
He howls his engine like a big, black dog
Choking on his collar by his chain
Its lonely, like hunger
Driven
go by the name of Andre 3000, right
And we hail from a place called like Stankonia, GA, right
You know right now everyone wants to be from space
You know, I worked the Big Packet show in Fort Worth, Saturday night
We had all day Sunday to rest and relax, before I caught another flight
So I
Hello, well good evening ladies and gentlemen
What we like to do right here, well first let me let you know who I am
Well I go by the name
It's Rebecca Black, Dorian Electra, 3OH!3, and Big Freedia
It's the fuckin' weekend people, it's Friday
Seven A.M., waking up in the morning
A FLAT TIRE GOT ME
SO I PULLED OFF OF THE ROAD
BLACK CLOUD ABOVE ME IS GETTING READY TO EXPLODE
BY CHANCE YOU COME ALONG
AND JUST IN THE KNICK
of Crooklyn, type Saturday night
The gear the god was rocking type way out of sight
Limping past the projects
Seen my man, a'ight
Steelo type fat, solar type
the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr magic
Marley Marl
13 Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh ha, duh ha
You never thought that hip hop
go by the name of Andre 3000, right
And we hail from a place called like Stankonia, GA, right
You know right now everyone wants to be from space
spoke
I wanna know where did you go.
Who was that voice that pulled you away?
On a somber Saturday
The times have changed and the days have gone by
Sunday pills
I woke up today with you by my side
You circled my head like a satellite
My halo of Sunday pills
Sunday pills
Saturday's lost in
cafes
lookin' for a life where they can lay down
one Saturday night in a bath of hot water and let the world go by
I'm irrelevant I'm just not there
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