Friday Night lyrics

Artist  : Scarface 
Song : Friday Night



 Send "Friday Night" Ringtone to your Cell 

 

featuring CJ Mack

Intro:
Scarface

Damn this a bitch
We ain't
gotta motherfuckin thing
Ring CJ do what he
doin in Cali for ni a
(Hello?)
Hey wuz up
nigga it's Face
(What up Fizzace?)
Feelin
I'm gone come fuck wit you
(Come on down
loco)
Ai please have some bitches
please
(Ha ha ha) Ha ha ha

Verse 1 (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 wit 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 wit 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 wit some L.A.
freaks, baby
It's Friday night

Hook: CJ
Mack

Straight sellin with my Texas
G
Stayin sucka free as I L-O-C
It's Friday
night

Verse 2

[CJ Mack]

Two
players on a hoodrat chase
You niggas can't
see me and you can't see my nigga
Face

[Scarface]

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
thru
Pittsburgh

[CJ Mack]

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 (Riiiight!)
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
Cos if it ??? ??? line, we gotta
slide on em
Ride on
em

[Scarface]

I gots no problem
kickin dust up wit punk ass little busters
Who
wants to try to buck us, we grab these guns and
bust em
I gots that tena millimetre in tha
parkin lot
[CJ Mack] Fuck em locc, we gots
some bitches at the
Mariott

Hook

Verse 3: (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 *?mona?*
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

Hook: 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
(Cos you can't see that
Face)
Or it's just the nigga
C-Mack

Outro: CJ 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
Cos y'all punks
couldn't see us with
ultrasound
Coward
[Scarface] You
motherfuckers couldn't see us with glasses
on
He he, y'knowhutI'msayin?