Friday Night

歌詞

[Scarface] Damn, this a bitch We ain't got a motherfuckin' thing Ring CJ, do what he doin' in Cali-for-ni-a (Hello?) Hey, wuz up nigga, it's Face (What up Fizzace?) Feelin' I'm gone come fuck wit you (Come on down, loco) Ai, please have some bitches, please (Ha ha ha) Ha ha ha [CJ Mack, Scarface] Locc, I been hustlin' all week Tonight's the night I dips 'n try to step up in a freak I call this ho named Tiki, she got homies we can twist All we need's some chronic and a motherfuckin' fifth Is you wit me, locc? What's mine is yours and what's yours is mines When I'm in Houston, you be treatin' me fine I scoop you up in LAX around six I scootch you through the hood, then we gone get up in these tricks It's Friday night Two players in a black 5-0-0 Slidin' down the shore, gettin' at every fly ho I'm wit my homey, ain't nobody set trippin' Drops my shit off at his house and then we kept flippin' Now see, y'know your nigga don't sleep Homey enough and see Well, hand your nigga some heat So I can feel warm in these cold ass L.A. streets Now hook ya nigga wit some L.A. freaks, baby It's Friday night [CJ Mack] Straight sellin' with my Texas G Stayin' sucka free as I L-O-C It's Friday night Two players on a hoodrat chase You niggas can't see me and you can't see my nigga Face [Scarface] First thang we do is hit the club I'm seein' hella bitches in the corners tryin' to show your homey love This bitch is fly as a bird And gotta ass that could swang from California all the way up through Pittsburgh [CJ Mack] Hold up locc (What?) I know that flea She been out 'n club hoppin' since '83 (Ain't this a bitch) And the bitch is still hoin' See, get at broke bitch and fake smile and keep strollin, locc (Riiiight!) See them busters in the corner, they don't like my hood I don't like their hood, so it ain't all good So keep ya eyes on em 'Cause if it ??? ??? line, we gotta slide on 'em Ride on 'em [Scarface] I gots no problem kickin dust up wit punk ass little busters Who wants to try to buck us, we grab these guns and bust em I gots that tena millimeter in tha parkin' lot [CJ Mack] Fuck em, locc, we gots some bitches at the Mariott [CJ Mack] Straight sellin' with my Texas G Stayin' sucka free as I L-O-C It's Friday night [CJ Mack, Scarface] You motherfuckers better chill Before you fuck around and lose and get your cap peeled Jumps on the elevator, hops off the six floor Knocks on the door of room 604 Gets greeted by the biggest pair of thighs you wanna see With a pair just like a *?mona?* homegirl, G See, vee like the mix and vee like the twist of 'em Face, you can hit it first and then we can switch It ain't no fun if my homey can't twist a bitch I'll dare ya ass to try to run that 2PAC shit I goes high-ho silver like the fuckin Moan Ranger Playin' here's out my dick inside a total fuckin' stranger You fuckin' with a Texas cowboy, I puts it down, boy You ready for the second go? (You know it) I go two or three hours and I'm sendin' these bitches off on their way (See ya) You's a fool, CJ (Nigga, how you like the southern California freakin'?) Dogg, I'll be back every motherfuckin' weekend It's Friday night [CJ Mack] Straight sellin' with my Texas G Stayin' sucka free as I L-O-C It's Friday night Straight sellin' with my Texas OG Stayin' sucka free as I L-O-C It's Friday night You motherfuckers better lay back ('Cause you can't see that Face) Or it's just the nigga C-Mack [CJ Mack] Yeah, Mr Scarface and CJ Mack Puttin' in much work for Rap-A-Lot and Rap-A-Lot West for the 9-5 You motherfuckers better stay down 'Cause y'all punks couldn't see us with ultrasound Coward [Scarface] You motherfuckers couldn't see us with glasses on He he, y'knowhutI'msayin'?