Gangsta Pat It`s Friday Night Lyrics

It`s Friday Night Lyrics

[Verse 1] 
I just left the mall gettin` fresh as I can 
Can`t hardly walk cause I got so many bags in my hand 
I`m spinnin` like that eight, winkin` at women as they walk by 
Eyes red, I got the munchies, I`m zonin` cause I`m so high 
How many Caddys for sho` sittin` on them fattys and Vogues 
Fussin` with my niggas cause they keep on slammin` my doors 
Hit the crib, now they chiefin` while I`m changin` my clothes 
I put the Cadillac up and bust out with the Range Rover 
I went to see my nigga Cool, I know he got sticky too 
I pulled up he on the front porch puffin` a blunt or two 
I copped an ounce now it`s time to bounce and sweat on some hoes 
But first I stopped at the store and got us some Optimos 
Now we ready to roll, Lil` Rock twist up the blunts 
I just love it when the women be jockin` them gold fronts 
On the highway, pushin` 95 on the dash 
Tryin` to hurry up and get there cause that`s how we mash 
 
[Hook x2] 
It`s Friday night and I`m feelin` alright 
Blowin` sticky green plus I got the bank roll tight 
I bet cha` the bodies will hit the strip baby 
Hit the brakes on the feet and make it dip baby 
 
[Verse 2] 
We on the strip and so tight, I`m seein` cars for miles 
Women smilin` yeah I know they jockin` our styles 
I got diamonds against the wood, I`m knockin` up out the frame 
I`m hangin` all out the window, them women callin` out my name 
And bumpin` Thug Pasion, she ridin` tight ho 
Flickin` hard on them twenties like was a car show 
So many freaks on the set, pretty legs and tight shorts 
The only hard part is makin` the right choice 
Tryin` to find something super-duper stout tonight 
Take her to the room and put her on the house tonight 
That`s how we do, runnin` game on bit*hes we put em` out 
After we finish runnin` trains on bit*hes it ain`t no doubt 
I met a young freak, she came and got in the Rover 
She had shorts up the as* now ya know it was over 
Time to hit the tel, knock her off and bounce the scene 
That`s an every day thang when a nigga be ridin` clean 
 
[Hook x2] 
 
[Verse 3] 
We dropped the freak off and headed back to the strip 
I`m sippin` Moet, that bubbly got me ready to rip 
Turn the pager off and seein` hoo-gobs of niggas 
With they guard on like they gon` really rob some niggas 
We don`t worry bout jackers cause we strapped for that kind of sh*t 
We focus on ballin` tryin` to push up behind a bit*h 
Hoes jockin` for sho` I seen em` lookin` off in the truck 
Come on lets go home and put them legs off in the truck 
We met some more freaks, fine as hell, they were nice peep 
I`m rubbin` on titties I put my hand up thighs quick 
They asked us to follow them to the room and smoke some bud 
They smokin` with hoes, we jump on it they show us love 
We down for whatever, I bust a U and got right behind her 
She rounded her friends up and they jumped in the Pathfinder 
We trailin` em` to the room and you know what time it is 
Back to the telly now nigga we flexin` ain`t that some sh*t 
 
[Hook x2]