De La Soul

De La Soul - A Roller Skating Jam Named Saturdays lyrics

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(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)
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Author: Dave Jolicoeur, Jonathan Davis (2), Kelvin Mercer, Paul Huston, Rodney Mathews, Vincent Mason

Composer: ?

Publisher: Tommy Boy Music, Inc.

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Released in: 2012

Language: English

Appearing on: De La Soul Is Dead (1991)

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