Be nine o'clock on a Sattaday
Da pimps and the punks strut on in
There's some old dude sitting next to me
Gettin' high and Drinkin' his damn gin

Pimp says, "G, can ya play me a melody?
I'm ain't really sure how it goes
It be sad and it's sweet and it sounded so street
When I wore a younger G's clothes"

**Sung to the tune of Biz Markie's "Just a Friend"**
La la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
**End**

Chorus:
Bust us a rap, youz da piano pimp
Bust us a rap 2nite
Well, we'z all in da mood 4 a melody
And you'z got us feelin' a'ight

Now J-Dawg at the bar's a Homey o' mine
He gets me Benj'mins 4 free
I leave quick wit' a joke and run back 2 my crib
But there be somewherez that I'd ratha b
Dawg says, "B-Pimp, I believe this be killin' me."
As da smile ran away from his mug
"Well I'm sure that I could b a rap star
If I could get the hell outta herre"

**Sung to the tune of "Just a Friend"**
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
**End**

Now P-W iz a really phat lyricist
Who ain't got da time 4 a wife
He be talkin' jive, Gravy still be in da navy
Was either that or he'd get life

We luv Chris Rock'z int'rezt in da politics
As the other pimps quickly get stoned
Yes, they'z sharin' a drink squares call loneliness
But it's betta than drinkin' alone

Chorus

It's a pretty phat time 4 a Sattaday
And da Big Cheeze gives me a Benj'min
'Cause he knowz dat it be me they been comin' 2 c
2 forget 'bout Harlem for a while
And the piano, some pimp's been drinkin' alcohol
And da microphone smells like a booze
Da pimpz sit at the bar and open da door
They say, "G, what the f*** are you doin' herre?"

**Sung to the tune of Just a Friend**
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da

Chorus