Friday Night

Damn, this a bitch Motherf**kin' thing Ring CJ, do what he doin' in California Hello? Hey, wuz up nigga, it's Face What up Fizzace? Feelin' I'm gone come f**k wit you Come on down loco Ai, please have some bitches, please 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 motherf**kin' fifth Is you wit me Llocc? 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 L.A.X. around 6 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 a*s L.A. streets Now hook ya nigga wit some L.A. freaks, baby It's Friday night Straight sellin' with my Texas G Stayin' s*cka 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 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 a*s that could swang From California all the way up thru Pittsburgh 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, right 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 'Cos if it [Incomprehensible] line, we gotta slide on 'em, ride on 'em I gots no problem kickin' dust up, wit punk a*s little busters Who wants to try to buck us, we grab these guns and bust 'em I gots that tena millimetre in tha parkin' lot f**k 'em Locc, we gots some bitches at the Mariott Straight sellin' with my Texas G Stayin' s*cka free as I L-O-C It's Friday night You motherf**kers better chill Before you f**k 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 a*s to try to run that 2Pac shit I goes high-ho silver, like the f**kin' Moan Ranger Playin' here's out my d**k, inside a total f**kin' stranger You f**kin' 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 motherf**kin' weekend It's Friday night Straight sellin' with my Texas OG Stayin' s*cka free as I L-O-C It's Friday night You motherf**kers better lay back 'Cos you can't see that Face Or it's just the nigga C-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 motherf**kers better stay down 'Cos y'all punks couldn't see us with ultrasound coward You motherf**kers couldn't see us with gla*ses on, y'knowhutI'msayin'?