Various Artists - Friday Night lyrics

Intro: Scarface Damn, this a b**h We ain't gotta motherf**in thing Ring CJ do what he doin in Cali-for-ni-a (Hello?) Hey, wuz up n***a, it's Face (What up Fizzace?) Feelin I'm gone come f** wit you (Come on down loco) Ai, please have some b**hes, 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 motherf**in 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 sh** off at his house and then we kept flippin Now see y'know your n***a don't sleep Homey enough and see Well, hand your n***a some heat So I can feel warm in these cold a** L.A. streets Now hook ya n***a wit some L.A. freaks, baby It's Friday night Hook: CJ Mack Straight sellin with my Texas G Stayin s**a free as I L-O-C It's Friday night Verse 2 [CJ Mack] Two players on a hoodrat chase You n***as can't see me and you can't see my n***a Face [Scarface] First thang we do is hit the club I'm seein hella b**hes in the corners tryin to show your homey love This b**h is fly as a bird And gotta a** 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 b**h) And the b**h is still hoin See, get at broke b**h 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 a** 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] f** em locc, we gots some b**hes at the Mariott Hook Verse 3: (CJ Mack, Scarface) You motherf**ers better chill Before you f** 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 b**h I'll dare ya a** to try to run that 2PAC sh** I goes high-ho silver like the f**in Moan Ranger Playin here's out my dick inside a total f**in stranger You f**in 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 b**hes off on their way (See ya!) You's a fool CJ! (n***a, how you like the southern California freakin?) Dogg, I'll be back every motherf**in weekend It's Friday night Hook: CJ Mack Straight sellin with my Texas OG Stayin s**a free as I L-O-C It's Friday night You motherf**ers better lay back (Cos you can't see that Face) Or it's just the n***a 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 motherf**ers better stay down Cos y'all punks couldn't see us with ultrasound Coward [Scarface] You motherf**ers couldn't see us with gla**es on He he, y'knowhutI'msayin?