I feel like Friday is for ever, looking out at these lights
It's Friday night, I'm high as a kite and I just got paid/
The system in the trunk, make ya feel drunk, but still don't fade/
And man I got that old school 305, Uncle Al be so live/
It's time, the ba** is gonna blow your mind/ check it out look look look..
Hand on the steering wheel/ trill, feel chill/ gla** house stout, now here's the deal/ we rolling up and do our thing in shady spots fast/ take our swigs and loose our spliffs if the cops pa**/ my crews cruising for hevas who wanna hop inside/ I got my weight up so we puffing marijuana lites/ things blurred, first words slurr, burn right through/ to the morning cause my homies are a too live crew/ oooh
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We 826 to the 195/
A1A out to ocean drive/
808 /
Make the whole bridge shake/ make the hoes get live/
Back to the south side/
Moments, they feel like drow in the wind/ they feel like drow in the wind, so let me go in again/
Back to the south side, alpine speakers tweeters, base just bounce ride/
You see the whole dunk shake from the outside/ mids on the growl and subs tucked in cowhide/ Trick love the kids but More went the boppers way/ low on the seat deck bumping thug holiday/
Dreams of wood grain, hoes give the time of day/ stay draped in candy paint, color: marmalade/ f** what your momma say, we staying out the whole night/ pick up them girlies now my world is feeling alright/ and if we don't pipe, at least we finna scam a hoe/ sipping on poison but we puffing on the antidote/ we talking
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And it's time the ba** is gonna blow your mind, your mind/