Saturday Nite Live (explicit L.A. Jay Remix)-Masta Ace Incorporated/L.A. Jay

Saturday Nite Live - Masta Ace Incorporated Live from new york its saturday nite! (scratched 4x) [uneek] Ayo kid for years Ive been into rap Writing funky rhymes to get my name on the map And by now I know Im hitting Cause I say a rhyme and girls be like, uh no he didnt Im so nonchalont, word to my uncle and my aunt I serve mcs like a restaurant It aint where youre from its where youre at So in that case your butt better step like a frat Cause juice I got a lot of vaoprs While you gotta quit, Im always rolling with umdada, sh*t When I deliver I make you shiver If a guy try to front, I have to show him Im the problem giver Girlfriend youre gonna be in bad shape If you expect uneek to take you shopping like a demo tape Ill tell your brother jack to be nimble Cause if you want beef we can clash like a cymbal You need to stop all the yelling and the cursing I know it foul, he couldnt house a homeless person We dont cuddle in the eyceurokk huddle While verse is subtle, and then we wet you like a puddle One lyric from the gut, so what? You want to strut like youre bad and then you might get had Yeah its cool, its gonna be all right Cause live from new york its saturday nite Live from new york its saturday nite! (scratched 4x) [masta ace] Its the offbeat, on beat, man with the mostest Like hostess, I bake mcs and oh and you knows this So 1 2 3 4, for whom the bell is tolling Im rolling with umdada and Im um holding my swollen And doing the project dance from back in the days Its the master, the ace and yo, Im black and it pays So bust the move on the mad offbeat tip and Its the dopest, but can you cope this, by far the hippest Hat on sideways or backward, I knew a funky track would Open up the ears of the black hood Im not rough mouth, richie, or the fonz Im no joke, I school that a** like st. johns Some come get a little bit, hit hard like a rock and Open up the door cause Im knocking Ready or not, here I come in a hurry and Its masta ace, steady pace, paula perry and Eyceurokk with the 4 building storm and Welcome to the bates motel, my name is norman I got the mad knife, Im mad mean I killed mad crews, I read mad magazine So break it down for the heads with the dreads For the baldies and the fades, for the blues and the reds Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigga As I take my finger of the trigga for the lord digga [lord digga] Lord digga, the microphone mutilator With the hardcore data to mash mother*****ers like potatoes I get a load of a punk who tried to diss me You wanna know why? cause I spit on spectators My style is rough, ruck, and rugged on the ill tip Blowing the ***** up, sending pussies looking for microchips Mad mad styles get flipped when the chordless gets gripped Not a gang member but I got tales from the crip Im mad mad funky like silk Take a sniff of my a** crack, mother*****ers stay wack As my pockets get fat like and elephant Im far from benevolent, Im up your a** for the hell of it Im catching wreck on your record or cassette tape Now I cant wait to catch mother*****ers that slept late I flip the hardcore sh*t so little punks you know Thats how it goes on saturday nite Live from new york its saturday nite! (scratched 4x) [eyce] Eyceurokk consists of three: First is rokk deisel, my brother uneek, and then theres me, ni**a I wear the orange and the black cap, black and orange jersey on my back Baddest ni**a in the pack And I work to get my loot, shoot Huh, Im turning heads like a handicapped prostitute Son you gotta belive me That Im a be rockin you, rockin you but Im not davert leavy Im hitting rappers til they stagger And if hes a bragger, Im gonna watch him fall like niagra Ooops, oh, time for him to go Take him to the morgue, put a tag on his toe Not the type you can play a game with ***** around, look at all the niggas that I came with Stop dissing, there will be no tomorrow Youll feel sorrow, Im knocking niggas down like mark bavarro Cause rap is not a toy, if youre in it for the bones Youll be home alone just like that little white boy Master eyce is on the way And live from new york Im catching wreck on a saturday Live from new york its saturday nite! (scratched 4x)