Saturday Night est une chanson en Anglais
They need it to function they know I got it it’s nothing
Help myself get to stuffing these pockets full of them onions
And I ain’t talking food, we ain’t sitting down at a luncheon
Mike brought a pack of raws we bust it up and then stuff them
Then it’s
Smoke our faces off, smoke our faces off
Smoke our faces off, smoke our faces off
Always on the ball, we're never falling off
Smoke our faces off, smoke our faces off
Rolling it up in the morning
Hopping in the Chevy working bright and early
Smoking it, you smell the odor
Coming out the windows while I got it smoking
Picking me up in a Rover
Now I’m in the shotty windows fucking tinted
Moving like we got the Covid
Quarantine well that’s fine with me
They still need service
Need purpose
All black like a fleet of hearses
And we got the soap no detergent
And it’s good they don’t overwork it
I’m always working
Full time grind like I owe it and they need it urgent
But I don’t because that’s my boy
He done hooked me up and I made it worth it
Hooligang promise
Everybody getting commas
Everybody staying honest
Everybody move like bosses
Winning we never take losses
Wishing that you knew the process
Knowing you don’t have the stories so you make them up and we laugh at that nonsense
Ask what it cost us
Everything we had when we didn’t have it
Nobody helped us so we made it happen
I went from the bench to the fuckin team captain
Hooligang in the fucking house
Seven hundred five I brought all the guys and we in this bitch 'til we clean it out
They need it to function they know I got it it’s nothing
Help myself get to stuffing these pockets full of them onions
And I ain’t talking food, we ain’t sitting down at a luncheon
Mike brought a pack of raws we bust it up and then stuff them
Then it’s
Smoke our faces off, smoke our faces off
Smoke our faces off, smoke our faces off
Always on the ball, we're never falling off
Smoke our faces off, smoke our faces off
They need it to function they know I got it it’s nothing
Help myself get to stuffing these pockets full of them onions
And I ain’t talking food, we ain’t sitting down at a luncheon
Mike brought a pack of raws we bust it up and then stuff them
Then it’s
Smoke our faces off, smoke our faces off
Smoke our faces off, smoke our faces off
Always on the ball, we're never falling off
Smoke our faces off, smoke our faces off