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De La Soul De La Soul Is Dead A Roller Skating Jam Named "saturdays" (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 butt, 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 saturday Saturday Pos and q-tip: Saturday, it's a saturday It's a saturday, it's a saturday Saturday, it's a saturday Saturday, it's a saturday 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 butt 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 saturday, saturday Saturday, it's saturday Saturday, it's saturday Saturday, it's saturday-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 saturday 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 saturday Vinia: Now is the time To act the fool tonight Forget about your worries and you will be all right It's saturday, saturday Saturday, it's saturday Saturday, it's saturday Saturday, it's saturday-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay (aaoww) (saturday) (saturday) (saturday) (saturday) (saturday) (saturday) (saturday) (saturday) |
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