de la soul - a roller skating jam named saturdays lyrics
(and rollerskates)
(and rollerskates)
(and rollerskates)
q-tip:
girl meets boy on thursday night
boy was high, girl fly like kite
they hold hands until next day
boy then lets go, hit his way
boy rules b-tt, brags to his boys
erection brings bad boy joys
boy thinks of that big fat back
big black fat love, big black fat
girl calls boy to stand him up on sat-rday
sat-rday
pos and q-tip:
sat-rday, it’s a sat-rday
it’s a sat-rday, it’s a sat-rday
sat-rday, it’s a sat-rday
sat-rday, it’s a sat-rday
pos:
back once more with the wallop in the score
must i ride and rip, should i make you rock your hip
reviver of a roller-boogie in a rink
and sure to make you think about the times
to scope fun instead of fights
(but diving from a piece of metal sure to take your life)
yo, slip your b-tt to the fix of this mix
toss that briefcase, it’s time to let loose
’cause you’ve worked like heck to get the week in check
so unfasten that noose around your neck
connected like a vibe from the wheel to the foot
come on everybody dig the funky output
vinia:
five days you work
one whole day to play
come on everybody, wear your rollerskates today
it’s sat-rday, sat-rday
sat-rday, it’s sat-rday
sat-rday, it’s sat-rday
sat-rday, it’s sat-rday-ay
(is the word, is the word, is the word)
pos:
now as you pump your fist i reminisce
to a bounce, rock, skate, roll
fess to impress
hey, pretty diamond, do you like the way i’m dressed
cool, keep the faith and be my mate
’cause all we need is feet
(and rollerskates)
but promote the hustle ’cause it keeps me thin
no need to talk, look who just walked in
dove:
(is there a dred on skates?)
yes, man
(so kick the wham on this jam)
oh mr. sprinkler, mr. sprinkler
wet me for one, mr. sprinkler
i’m heatin’ high-five in a daze, no split
with a yawn i trip to the dawn
out comes the bodies following the one idea
it’s clear, rattle to the roll
hold back up the track, grab your rollerskates y’all
and let’s zip on by
zip-a-de-doo-dah, let’s zip on by
feed on a weed and we’re feeling high
sun is on thick and the cheese is rollin’ quick
come on, there’s no time to hide
season is twist, spinning and winning
no hackeysack, let let me in
spill on the bottom away, but it’s okay, huh
it’s a sat-rday
pos:
now let’s all get baked like anita
q-tip:
watch mr. lawnge, don’t look at the peter
dove:
feel on the fun, i’ll feel on the
vinia:
hey, watch that!
de la soul:
it’s a sat-rday
vinia:
now is the time
to act the fool tonight
forget about your worries and you will be all right
it’s sat-rday, sat-rday
sat-rday, it’s sat-rday
sat-rday, it’s sat-rday
sat-rday, it’s sat-rday-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
(aaoww)
(sat-rday)
(sat-rday)
(sat-rday)
(sat-rday)
(sat-rday)
(sat-rday)
(sat-rday)
(sat-rday)
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