Friday

Album: Friday soundtrack (1995)
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  • You know it ain't no stoppin all tha doggs I'm droppin'
    It's Friday night so everythang is poppin'
    I got skin lets spin on da hand
    So let tha games begin
    Yakity yak don't jump back or its on
    Callin' up Earl on tha car phone
    Mack 10 just got out of court
    Rollin through tha hood in his super sport ropin' Too $hort
    Eighteens got tha rearview mirrors vibratin'
    And deep dish Daytons
    You know how we do it
    Ain't nuttin' to it but tha floss
    Overcrowdin Harrison walks
    'Cause if ya fuck wit ours
    We leave scars
    Out of G ride cars
    Livin' like stars
    Might hit tha highway
    On tha Vegas run fool 'cause its Friday

    Oh yeah, throw ya neighborhood in tha air
    If ya don't care
    Oh yeah, throw ya neighborhood in tha air
    If ya don't care

    Standin' outside on a Friday livin' on tha edge
    'Cause we all got 'dem hard heads
    It's seems like we all are waitin'
    For a drive by playin tag wit Satan
    But we chillin yeah we ready and willin'
    Ya hear about tha latest westside killin'
    Forty sippin'
    Set trippin'
    Fo' dippin'
    Get tha grip in
    Neva slippin'
    BG's tryin' to hang out
    But OG said take ya little ass in tha house
    My big homey just got out
    Used to be down now he's just crack ad
    He's bout hard as Darth Vada
    In his sweat shirt, khakis and Chuck Taylors
    Just see him in the drive way
    Gettin' beat like a smoka fool 'cause it's Friday

    Oh yeah, throw ya neighborhood in tha air
    If ya don't care

    Why must I be like dat and chase da cat
    Or settle for a hoodrat
    Dookie braids no dreadlocks
    Flyin in and out of jail have a chicken and a cock
    And I love her 'cause she down
    To fuck around wit tha underground pussyhound
    And her ass is big round and wide
    Jacked up makin nigga down to ride
    Smokin indo
    Playin dat Super Nintendo
    Hear a rat tat tat on my window
    Gave her ass dat pelvic thrust
    Don't trust tha rubber 'cause its bound to bust
    In tha oven in tha nappy
    I had on two so I was happy
    'Cause dat HIV'll make ya dick hang sideways
    And dat ain't cool fool 'cause its Friday

    Oh yeah, throw ya neighborhood in tha air
    If ya don't care

    Throw tha west side in da air
    Throw tha east side in da air
    Throw tha south side in da air
    Throw tha north side in da air
    Oh yeah Writer/s: David L. Spradley, Garry Marshall Shider, George Clinton Jr., James W. Castor, Johnny L. Pruitt, Leandro Jose Barbieri, O'shea Jackson
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, C&C Digital Services OÜ (UniteSync), Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Word Collections Publishing
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