year right This is grown folk music right here It ain't been this cool in a couple of summers It's Friday night, in the club and I'm feelin' a vibe
at my Roley I got time like the Culture Club And since we off the hook, MMM, I'm a roll it up! Girl you know whassup, Friday we gon' get it in I'm gonna
Shut them niggaz down {"On a Thursday yeah"} (Y'all can't serve around here, you gotta go nigga) Yeah, we on the tip {"Come Friday"} yeah (Cash them checks
your sorry for your best mistake Go, go, go, go, go Head with ya bad self (maybe) Baby you could play me, baby, blame me When the club shut down, I
nobody there She struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs They got to the roof and then held her down on the ground Screaming shut the fuck
there she struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs they got to the roof and then held her down on the ground screaming shut the fuck up
Peeps My Eyes Never Shut The Boy That Never Sleeps I No The Man's Still Be Hatin But The Ladies Still Craving But U'll Always No Wen Reepa's In The Club
you know we're on the Boulevard in Linden..") Yeah, now that's the right kind of beat for me to sit back and kick my story on a Friday night with nothin
Brown] We go straight from the top down to the flo' We makin the crowds all the while down Smokin about a pound You know we be puttin it down It's Mr
by Me and my Westside riders and plus my original squad In PA sippin E & J Dippin the everyday Chevrolets candy painted Got my eyes wide shut Kick back