Rollin' With Saget Lyrics

You are now about to witness the strength of Bob Saget...

Have you ever had one of those nights that started off so damn good,
No fights, no fuss, it's understood
That when you go to the bar,
Man, we ain't leavin' til there's girls in the car.

Well, this night started off just like that,
Except Jamie's in the driver's seat, Saget's in the back.
We rollin' on 20's to the club, pull up front,
Saget's in the backseat rollin' a blunt.
Valet opens up the door to park the car.
The bouncer at the front don’t want to let us in the bar.
Bob says, "Here, let me show him some affection."
Then he walked up, wound up, and cold-clock decked him.
Started screaming for that bitch to respect him, (respect)
Next thing you know, we’re in the VIP section.
When crew runs deep like this, you wanna brag it.
Who you rollin’ wit'? (bitch)
(Man), I'm rollin' with Saget.

Who you rollin' wit'?
Era Bob..era Bob Saget
Numero uno, nobody does it better
Who you rollin' wit'?
Era Bob..era Bob Saget
The illest motherf*cker in a cardigan sweater

Now the night's young, but everybody's gettin' tipsy.
Bob's in a booth with a chick from Pokipsy.
He's ordering the Don Perignon; just drinkin' it from the bottle,
Making friends and leave the club with three models.
That's when DMX and 50 Cent walked in,
Bob stood up and said, "Who are you, again?"
At first all they did was stand around and stare,
Til X pushed Bob and 50 hit him with a chair.
He’s in a cardigan, khakis, shoes, and no socks.
"You want hardcore mothaf*ckers?"
Pulled out a glock.
I got a cock like a donkey, hard as a rock,
And a trigger finger itchier than chicken pox. Now everybody threw their hands in the air,
Bob jumped with a gun and he just don’t care.
We on the floor, he’s on the table now, firing shots.
Paris Hilton’s on her cell phone callin’ the cops.
He blew the smoke off the tip of his gun,
"Bob Saget, bitch, you better aks someone."

Who you rollin' wit?
Era Bob..era Bob Saget.
Numero uno, nobody does it better.
Who you rollin' wit?
Era Bob..era Bob Saget.
The illest motherf*cker in a cardigan sweater.

Bob grabs us and the girls; we run out the back door,
Says he's feeling froggy, that he’s still hungry for more.
He’s in the backseat gettin' busy again,
Askin' the girls if they're lesbians. (Are ya?)
The girls start kissing, now my dick's gettin’ hard.
“Lets go to my place, the hot tub's in the backyard.
I got beer and Henny, an ounce of cush.
Yo, Jay, pull over, I gotta pee in a bush.”
When you rollin' with Saget there's no time for rest,
This motherf*cker's flippin' bottle caps off of her chest shouting,
“I'm Bob Saget, this is what I do!
My house, my car, this is my crew!
I only hang with just Jamie and Stu."
Patrol the main streets of Malibu.
Tomorrow night we're gonna do it again.
Bob Saget- my best friend.

Who you rollin' wit?
Era Bob..era Bob Saget.
Numero uno, nobody does it better.
Who you rollin' wit?
Era Bob..era Bob Saget.
The illest motherf*cker in a cardigan sweater.
Numero uno, nobody does it better.
Who you rollin' wit?
Era Bob..era Bob Saget.
The illest motherf*cker in a cardigan sweater.

Goodnight Michelle.

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