Who wanna ride?!   Who wanna ride?!   Who wanna ride?!      It's a Saturday afternoon on the Eastside   Mashin' in the bucket, sippin' on formeldahyde   Pockets lookin' sore so you know I gotta go   Pull a 2-11 on the neighborhood sto'   Mash on the gas, then I hit the pavement   Jumped out the bucket, headed straight in   Told the f**kin' clerk, put the money on the table   I'm a lunatic and my mind is unstable   He stuttered like a bitch   Tryin' to stop the hit   Shakin' like a twig   So you know I dumped the clip!   16 shots left his body on the flo'   Break the register, took the money, and I broke   Out the f**kin' back do' straight to the bucket   Put the money in, start the ride, and I punch it   Been from the hood, straight shots in the daylight   A normal Saturday for Blaze on the Eastside      Every Saturday afternoon!   (Who wanna ride?!)   I go robbin' these bitches and hoes!   (Who wanna ride?!)   Every Saturday afternoon!   (Who wanna ride?!)   I go robbin' these bitches and hoes!      Headed on back the crib to count my dough   Got 200 dollars and I'm lookin' for mo'   'cause I'm greedy and I'm back on the streets   Rollin' thru the hood, to another store I creep   Now I'm on my feet 'cause the cops is on my tail   They wanna see me go to jail with no bail   But they can't 'cause I'm rockin' a hoodie   A .45 cal. in my waist, so don't push me   Same Saturday, still hittin' licks for cash   Walked into Carlins, demanded all his stash   The sucka talked shit, but filled the bag up   Guess he thought his homie in the back was gonna tag him   Blaze, and he came out from the back room   Runnin' at a dead homie, Blaze, with a broom