"Friday Night" lyrics
(feat. CJ Mack)
[Scarface:]
Damn, this a bitch
We ain't gotta motherfuckin 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 fuck with 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 with 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 with 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 with 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
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
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
'Cause if it [?] line, we gotta slide on 'em
Ride on 'em
I gots no problem kickin dust up with 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
Fuck 'em locc, we gots some bitches at the Mariott
[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 [?] 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 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
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
You motherfuckers couldn't see us with glasses on
He he, y'knowhutI'msayin?
Damn, this a bitch
We ain't gotta motherfuckin 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 fuck with 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 with 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 with 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 with 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
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
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
'Cause if it [?] line, we gotta slide on 'em
Ride on 'em
I gots no problem kickin dust up with 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
Fuck 'em locc, we gots some bitches at the Mariott
[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 [?] 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 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
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
You motherfuckers couldn't see us with glasses on
He he, y'knowhutI'msayin?
