Will.I.Am - Weekends lyrics

[Verse One] I called Tab on Wednesday night So we could make plans for Thursday night He said "we could go hit the peapods" I was like yeah, that's my favorite spot Plus I like it there, cuz I got love on the list High powered juice, where I don't even get frisked Walk up in the place and get love from the misses Pounds from my brothers, cause they knowing that this is The place to be to let it all out But when the weekend come, the weekend come, y'all could come So go tell ya momma come and ya papa come Go to spin the record so we can get dumb Place packed, capacity maximum Due to my man Polo Promotion And I can't wait to go out and hear some [Chorus: Esthero] Jumping music, swift DJ's Smoke machines and laser rays Look out weekend cause, here I come Because weekends were, werrrre [Verse Two] Walk in the club at like 10 o' clock And the spot is hot, blowing up rooftops Its Thursday night and the night is young Four day weekend, time to have some fun DJ's cut it up, drop them joints Everybody's been waiting to dance and make noise B-Boys, let me see you break it down And ladies, let your hips move around Its the sound of the BEP family Got a poet named Life and a sister Kimy (worrrrd up) And the blood of Abraham (worrrrd up) So let's get ready for the jam [Chorus] [Bridge] It was a Thursday night and the party was bumpin' And the ba** was thumpin' and people was jumpin' And taboo's at the front door comin' Taboo's at the front door comiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin And And (here he come now) And Nah, nah, nah [Verse Three] Yo, Mister Will.i.am (Mister Will.i.am) When oh when (Mister Will.i.am) Get our boogie on when the weekend COME Check the peapod, cuz the vibes is STRONG Selenas, Philipinas, they come one by ONE All lined up, and they ready for FUN Short one's, tall one's, beautiful ONES B-boys, B-girls, ready to WHAT Breaking and shaking when we doing our ish J Rocc from the Beat Junkies ready to mix Cuz they cuttIng up the wax for everybody Come on over cuz were having a party We lighting up the sky with the burning STAR Throw your hands in the air, if you know who you ARE Cuz we jumpin' around with the Broshigeez And get blessed by the beat pharmacy Cause they hittin you with [Chorus] ....worrrrd up ....worrrrd up Look out weekend cause, here I come Because weekends were, werrrre