Lyrics:

Ayo, Tony
And ya don't quit

Well, it's the Brooklyn bums
Well, it's the dirty birds
Well, it's the Lordz of Brooklyn
Won't go back on our words (yeah)
Cause' we're pissing on the curbs (yeah)
Dishing out the dirt
Yo, someone's got to shout out to Bensonhurst
Bay Ridge Lordz rule
I might lose my cool
In a bar room brawl
Beat 'em down with a stool
I'm drunk it hit my head (head)
I'm pissed I'm turning red (red)
Well it's the Lordz of Brooklyn
If ya (fuck around you're dead)
E to the D to the G the E
Like the loan shark's muscle
Yo, I'll bust your fuckin' knees
With a bat or a pipe
In my parish that's a fight
Ya caught the Brooklyn fever on a (Saturday nite)

(Come on!)
It's a Saturday nite
(Come on!)
It's a Saturday nite
(Come on!)
It's a Saturday nite
So bring the bats and the boys 'cause it's a (bar fight)

Ayo, kick off your shoes, jump on the cock
It's the crazy white boy from a Brooklyn block
Standing on the corner drinking cheap (wine)
It's a Saturday nite, yo, let's all get (high)
Puffing on the blunts, sipping on the brews
Ya fuck with LOB, punk, yo, you lose
I'm out getting drunk, writing on the walls
Step to ADM If ya got the balls
I come full fisted swinging the (bat)
So tell me right now
(Who's the mack)
In my Cadillac, running red lights
The cops on my tail
It's a (Saturday nite)

(Come on!)
It's a Saturday nite
(Come on!)
Yeah, a Saturday nite
(Come on!)
Yo, it's a Saturday nite
So bring your hoes and your blade 'cause it's a (bar fight)

I got the Saturday nite (fever)
Word to mamma mia
I'm that crazy LOB-a
It's my pizzeria
Connected like Sinatra
The phantom of the opera
The turnstile hopper
Fuck those coppers
I got the Dean Martin style
Shoo bee doo bee doo
I got the drunken flow
From the Budweiser brew
Swinging on the cable like I'm Tony Manero
The ginny gang plank is called the Verrazano
Like Lucky Luciano with the Tommy Gun
I never leave the body till the job is done (damn)
Won't be late for dinner 'cause I'm mommy's son
And like my pop said, never turn and run

Let's leave 'em laid out, lights out
Kissing on the pavement
Well it's the Edge One, ADM, and the Kaves and
Paulie Two Times and my man Dino Botz
And we're the Lordz of Brooklyn and we ain't got gotz

(Come on!)
It's a Saturday nite
(Come on!)
It's a Saturday nite
(Come on!)
It's a Saturday nite
Bring the bat, the pipe, 'cause it's a (bar fight)