Rollin' With Saget - Lyrics - Jamie Kennedy

(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. See, it's understood that when you go to the bar Man, we ain't leavin' till 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 20s to the club, pull up front Saget's in the back seat, rollin' a blunt. Valet opens up the door, to park the car The bouncer at the front don't wanna let us in the bar Bob says "Here let me show him some affection" Then he walked up, wound up, cold-*** decked him. Started screaming for that *** to respect him Next thing you know, we're in the VIP section. When crew runs deep like this, you wanna brag. Who you rollin with? Man, I'm rollin' with Sag. [Chorus] Who you rollin' with? Bob, Bob Saget. Numero uno. Nobody does it better Who you rollin' with? Bob, Bob Saget. The illest *** in a cardigan sweater. [/Chorus] Now the night's young, but err'body's gettin' tipsy Bob's in the booth with a chick from Poughkeepsie He's orderin' the Dom Perignon, just drinkin' from the bottle Makin' plans to leave the club with three models That's when DMX and 50 Cent walked in (Nuh-uh) Bob stood up and said, "Who are you again?" At first all they did was stand around and stare Till X pushed Bob (Ow) and 50 hit him with a chair. He's in a cardigan, khakis, shoes and no socks. "You want hardcore ***?" Pulled out a glock. "I got a *** like a donkey, hard as a rock, and a trigger finger itchier than chicken pox" Now everybody threw their hands in the air Bob's drunk with a gun and he just don't care We on the floor, he's on a table, now firin' shots Paris Hilton's on her cell phone, callin' the cops He blew the smoke off the tip of his gun "Bob Saget ***, you better 'ax' someone!" [Chorus] Bob grabs us and the girls, we run out the backdoor Says he's feelin' 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 kissin', now my ***'s gettin' hard "Let's go to my place, the hot tub's in the backyard I got beer, Henny, an ounce of Kush, Yo J, pull over, I gotta pee in a bush" When you're rollin' with Saget, there's no time for rest This ***'s flippin' bottle-caps off of his chest "***, I'm Bob Saget, this is what I do. My house, my car, this is my crew! I only hang with Jizzamie and Stu" Patrol the mean streets of Malibu. ('Night boys) Tommorrow night, we gonna do it again. Bob Saget: my best friend. [Chorus x2] [speaking:] Yo [??] how you doin' man, I know you can't answer me 'cause you didn't pick up the ***' phone! Use your caller id ***, c'mon. Anyway, we're goin out man. If you wanna, it would be fun. We're gonna go out and see all the Lindsay Lohan wanna-be's. You wanna hang out, we can look at people's daughters, and then go home and then wonder what the *** we're doin'. Aight. "Night Michelle"