[Verse] See the lonely girl Out on the weekends Trying to make it pay She can't relate to joy ohh She tries to speak it Can't begin to say it The boy
See the lonely girl Out on the weekend Tryin to make it pay She cant relate to joy, ohh She tries to speak it Cant begin to say The boy fooled me again
, so starstruck Cherry cherry cherry cherry, boom boom Rollin' up to the club on the weekend Stylin' out to the beat that you're freakin' Fantasize on
know I gotta whole new thing goin' on Break bread if you want to 'Cause leaving you is what I won't do I been in love with you completely Ain't nobody else out
renegades that'll peel you back like new hundreds bet your jewels on it you don't want to lose on it either move on or move on it Verse 2: Queens to
m a rollin that body got every man in here wishin Sippin on coke and rum I'm like so what I'm drunk It's the freakin weekend baby I'm about to have me
out bring the buyers out and try to box us all together For they buy us out They profit from the event We hanin fliers out We profit from the attempt to hand desires out
And she dance to this song and it go Hey, now, now, watch her go down, oh She doesn't ever worry If she wants it she'll get it on her own She knows
chance, get out on the floor and dance Let's dance! What the weekend, what the night is all about Let's dance! Grab your girlfriends, grab your boyfriends, sweat it out
call you up when i know he is at home i just .. on my skin when he picks up the phone what can i tell if he is looking at me should i give him a smile
ear Still the same cat who let the big rock with Tony Most wanted successful rap mogul Still got niggas wilin' out on the floor Still got the sky-blue drop-toppers on
pie And daddy's always hiding on the weekend, right All day long, I felt like smashing my neck Through a clear glass window But instead, I went out
I cramp your style With a bullet and a smile Ugh, niggas on the D-l casin' me out Truckin' my jewels, feelin' for the tools When they come they gots
on a weekend We was goin' off to deep end But now we got a chance, my friend To mend, and make the colors blend Let's all go out on a picnic, kick shit
shit hit the fan) Come on now I feel it Come on (The night the shit hit the fan) Damn, man It's all that Shit Come on, Ice Kick that shit Now I'm a
called Bodycount, and a, on some of the records I'm like layin' Some vocals on it and a, I got a tape of it right here, yo, check it out} {You know
friends So go get your friends And I get my friends And we can be friends Do dis every weekend We can hit your place We can hit my place She's on my
is that you let yourself get taken away (hard!) every weekend she goes out to have fun (hard!) my cat doesn't stop hanging out because She likes gasoline