Friday Night Lyrics

Friday Night lyrics

featuring CJ Mack

Intro: Scarface

Damn this a bitch
We ain't
gotta 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

Verse 1 (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 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 ass
L.A. streets
Now hook ya nigga wit some L.A. freaks, baby
It's Friday
night

Hook: CJ Mack

Straight sellin with my Texas G
Stayin
sucka free as I L-O-C
It's Friday night

Verse 2

[CJ
Mack]

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 thru
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
Cos 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 millimetre in tha parkin lot
[CJ Mack] Fuck em
locc, we gots some bitches at the Mariott

Hook

Verse 3: (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

Hook: CJ Mack

Straight sellin with my Texas
OG
Stayin sucka free as I L-O-C
It's Friday night
You motherfuckers
better lay back
(Cos you can't see that Face)
Or it's just the nigga
C-Mack

Outro: 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
Cos 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?