Fridays



(C. Perkins, M. Ortega, B. Brown)


From Oaktown I get around on a sunny day
Everybodys pumpin that sound out the drop
And a cop ain't gone stop on my block
cause its Friday
And you know I gotta hit the highway,
my way
Role up hey hoochie slow up
The party's at the Hyatt a nine
Now do you mind pulling over
So I can get them digits to your home
Its Friday and its time for me to get my freakin on
I'm sipping on the g-i-n-to the m-o-r-n-i-n- g- I feel like I'm on cloud n-i-n-e- if I gee than bet I'll have my hat protecting me
slippery when wet
Yea, so watch me
Saw my homie Ben whats up
He's out to get some bootie before the weekend is up
In the cut I lay back, way back but must stay strapped
Because they jack, all the time yea.

Hook:

How we do it on them Fridays (high)
drive'n by slide'n sideways (and)
I ain't no joke suck up all my smoke
when I hit the highways.

How we do it on them Fridays (high)
drive'n by slide'n sideways (and)
I ain't no joke suck up all my smoke
when I hit the highways.


Fryday's when I gota hit the strip
A brother's going solo in the Honda
please don't trip
I start to look around hit a
hook around the corner
Cause I see a hochie I might want to
push up on her
If I'm able, put your bets on the table
All the fellas think I'm plato
yea but they know
I'm the same old gee off the old block
Never trip off my old ----
cause I ain't saven em
Waiven em on in ninety four hit the studio
Then the raido straight to video then stagger to the liquor store
For that feeling I love
Its more than meets the eye (why) because I'm feeling a buzz (high)
As a kite and it's work tonite
but ain't no labor
The only thing I'm hearin' is my pager
Wave a peace to all the homies on the block
and call up all the ladies on the jock now


Hook...

Now you know I always do
what I should not (when)
On them days when its real hot (where)
On them streets up in my city
I lay back way back
doin donuts in the fifty lookin pretty
Tell me I can pack the glock
cause it won't fail me
But this just ain't no day for that
See I just bump them tapes
Rolling down my window
scoping out shapes
Some like planet of the apes in the face
But them brothers with them
capes in the place
Got em taped to they waist
Like they don't see nothing wrong
But Fridays is going on
Come along come along come along yea
Weather you ride or just chill inside
Its Friday night

Hook...

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