(Hook x6)
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I love the way you make me feel on Saturdays
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(Verse)
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Mr. Sprinkler, Mr. Sprinkler
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Wet me for one, Mr. Sprinkler
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I'm heat and hi5 and the days no split
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Wit the own I trip to the dawn
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Out comes the bodies, followin' the one idea
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It's clear, rattle to the Rome,
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Hold up, back up, the track can grab yo' roller skates
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And then zip on by. Zippidy do, lets zip on by
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Feet on the weed, and we're feelin' high
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The sun is on thinkin' the cheese is rollin' fit
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ome on, it's no time to hide
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Season is twist, but ready? I'm willin'
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No hack a sack, let let me in
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Slip on the bottom, I'mma slip away
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Have a ball on the Saturday, yeah, ya
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(Hook x6)
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I love the way you do me on a Saturday
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(Verse)
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You go back once more wit the wall-up and the score
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This Maseratta make sure it make you rock hips
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Revival of the roller boogie, in the rank
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Should have made you think about time
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Spoked earnest at fights.
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A dive from a piece of metal, sure to take yo life
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Slip yo butt to the fix of this mix
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Toss the briefcase, it's time to get loose
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Cause you work like hectic to get the week-end check
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Unfast and now sleep around yo neck
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Connect like vibe, wheel to the foot
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Come on, everybody, come on everybody
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(Hook x6)
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Leave your cares behind
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On a Saturday
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Leave Your Cares Behind
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| De La Soul |
