Saturday (Feat. John Pops Witherspoon)

Turn that record off Turn it down You're too loud Turn it down Reppin' G-Burg/ Take time/ Rape rhyme/ When I rape rhyme Pops barges in What the hell going on in here with all this noise Da- Dad what are are you doing, man Why you just run in my room like that, man Turn the record down This ain't no- I love Johnny Mathis and Nat King Cole Dad Who the hell are these people here rappin' 2 Chainz, and Change, and two, three chains Aw, man c'mon What the hell is going with this music today Chuckles Dad, it's called hip-hop, man It's my dream Boy, you better wake up See, I kn- I knew you wouldn't understand You never understand Why ain't you in school Dad, it's Saturday Oh yeah, okay Today is Saturday Yeah Yeah, it's Saturday Alright then Get a job Get a job Damn Eat up everything in the damn refrigerator N-N-No Dad, this is gonna be my job, man Oh, boy You just as stubborn just like your momma Ooh That fine momma of yours Dad, stop That's the prettiest white woman I've ever seen, and I ain't seen one pretty since like that Dad Dad, no Dad Dad, stop Bitch, I was a Nubian explorer Let me tell you, your momma- Ooh That was the finest white woman I've ever seen in my life Oh my god Dad Dad why you always Her hair blowin' in the wind Whew Every time I think about it I say, Whew Dad- Dad, just stop Alright I don- Don't- I d-d- I don't wanna hear that C'mon, man I know you don't wanna hear about it, cause I get so excited about her Oh my god Those pretty blue eyes Her hair flowin' You do this every day She can cook She can cook Oh my goodness, she can fry some chicken Whew You do thi- really Okay There's no stoppin' you Where does she learn that Those fine big ol' juicy titties What Ew- Da- Eww Dad Booty Booty Big Bertha booty No Ew Oh, god Mm-Mm-Mm Them titties all in my Dad No C'mon Oh my Big bang Big bang Big bang Dad Dad Stop man Fo' real If you don't stop I'mma call Child Services, alright You gon- You gonna call Child Services Yeah, yeah, hum, Child Services Yeah, you ain't gon' be laughing in jail Go ahead Tsst Oh man I need the silence Oh, you think it's funny now Look, Dad, I jus- I just wanna make music, man I don't understand what the big problem is, why can't I- I'mma let you I'mma let you do your thing Do your thing I used to sing like The Tentation The Temptations, yeah I got sunshiiiiine Oh my god Dad From when you hear me sing, boy Oh, okay, look that was back in your day, Dad, and today is my day, and ju- I just wanna make this music, Man C'mon Lemme, lemme- Alright Look, son Yeah, yeah If you're gonna do this Uh-huh Not run the streets, causing trouble Alright And make the music Alright I'll support you Aight, damn Right Yeah- Yeah What's your momma's phone number What He- Hey for me and that pretty white woman Dad, stop Whew whew