[Intro Skit]
[Hook x2:]
So when the sun goes down
And the moonshine's young
Said, I'll be going out
Just to tear sh** up
[Verse 1:]
I'm feeling Friday night good, I'm with my squad and they know
That tonight, we getting spicy like a jalapeno
Yup, them spanish broads ain't gonna say „No”
‘Cause we ain't making casadias but we dropping caso
Hey though – they know
They should see on they own
That if they comin' out with me then that night he should stay home
‘Cause I'm not a morning person I'm an evening broad
And there's no sushi on my sideS, but my sneakers' raw
And I'm not perfect, I know every human being's flawed
But b**hes say when they shake my hand, it's like they meeting God
Goddamn, why I'm always on my co*ky sh**?
‘Cause all my songs hit hard – no floppy disk
And I'll sign your CD even if you copied it
‘Cause I'm about to get rich and that is obvious, so
Let's get back to what the topic is
Tonight we getting pucked up – hockey stick
[Hook x2:]
[Verse 2:]
Little mama's body so cold – freezeframe
Taking bodyshots of Patron – pregame
Yup, just like the national anthemn
Got these b**hes rollin' through in a casual fashion
They tryina' take me for ransom
But it's „Long Hair, Don't Care”, like them f*ggots from Hanson
Hah, I'm joking, used to love them as a little girl
Prolly because I thought that they were other little girls
Now how's that for the kettle calling the pot black?
Aw, snap, these trees got me off track
I roll one, just preparing for blastoff
This Smirnoff got me smearin' on, twist the cap off
This the type of night get you out of a bad mood
It's filled with bad b**hes, enough of the bad news
Get on our monkey business, not acting a baboon
Might stop at sea soon for renewed tattoos and ooh
This night's gonna be a cla**ic
We can get the club crackin' like chap lips
We be on our fresh sh**, we ain't with them stale kids
So we ‘bout to go all types of nuts – trailmix
[Hook x2:]
[Outro Skit]