Pray Ice-T

[Intro]
Yah you know
Niggas don't really want drama
I'm just trying to live
Go out, hang out, have a little fun
Shit always gets wild, always

[Verse 1]
Its Saturday night
I'm rolling with my bitch and my niggas
Well known ghetto-grown Glock rocking street figures
Their cars trailing
I'm rolling in the front with my bitch for life
You can call her my wife
The four in the back in the blacked out 'lac
They high off the yak and they dusted too
Streets call 'em killers but I call them my crew
Some niggas wear red, my niggas wear blue
Step through the door, niggas can't help but feel us
Faggots tuck their jewels, bitches trying to see us
Led us to the back, put us up in a booth
Got vodka and cran, Jagermeifer to shoot
Coco started dancing, everything was fine
'Til some nigga said that table was supposed to be mine
I was feeling good, ain't paying him no mind
'Til the nigga got wild, threw a bottle of wine