Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Good Friday, artist - Big Tymers. Date of issue: 13.12.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Good Friday |
| Hoo Bangin’and Cash Money |
| Hustlin’every Frday |
| Got a package on Wednesday, Thursday I broke it up Now Friday done came, today we cookin’up |
| Ain’t gettin’loaded nigga, no time for fuckin’up |
| I’m breakin’niggaz of with bricks from hust-a-lers |
| The hood done changed cause niggaz is comin’up |
| Ya short me, I’ma have to blow your hood up The feds on my ass but I need my change |
| So I could ride Hummers, Jags and Bentleys man |
| It’s that day, phat day |
| Kidnappin’and gun play |
| I need my riches from you bitches and I can’t stay |
| Now that the flavor that I savor neighbor, 20 inch thangs |
| Rag on my head, white T-shirt and bagette chains |
| Mac like roni the one and only |
| Nigga Puff like Daddy and I’m pretty like Tony |
| Friday, lie day, tell the lil nigga I’ll pay 'em |
| And when he come up with the product, ya’ll niggaz spray 'em |
| Now why they |
| Had to do me on Friday |
| Chorus: B.G. |
| (2x) |
| It’s Friday, nigga on the block straight shinin' |
| Runnin’a bitch down, tryin’to get it I’m grindin' |
| Sellin'2 for 1's what ever nigga I got it Them checks came out so the set straight poppin' |
| Listen, listen, listen, la Weezy-We, movin'20 ki’s a week |
| On a good friday it’s like easy street |
| Breakin’down whole chickens, to quarters and halves |
| You gould get it harded than slabs or softer than sand |
| If you come around my course nigga |
| Askin’for the short nigga |
| Not on Tuesdays and Thursdays, I be duckin’the law nigga |
| You know I got that raw nigga, bags to bricks |
| Whole things goin’for 10 and ounces for 6 |
| Look it’s iceberg nigga expect the worst |
| Friday done fell on the first and I got that work |
| And if I fron the whole thing, I’ma ask for 11 |
| If I front a half a thing, I’m taxin’ya 7 |
| Cause I gotta ride dubs nigga runnin’whatever |
| A CMR standard nigga got a flosser Kompressor |
| I got a extra 223, and my pockets to spend |
| And on the next Friday, I’ma do it again |
| Wha |
| Chorus: B.G. |
| (2x) |
| Man first it was a hard night |
| And that was good Friday, I got to duck 'til I’m special on the hard white |
| I’m ridin'20 inches, flossin', stay shinin' |
| I’m the boss, I get chickens at cost and stay grindin' |
| Don’t make me put on the bass and so I’m bout to start hoopin' |
| I’ll remake 2 out a 1 so I can get hootin’and recoopin' |
| My game gettin’strong and my profit gettin’long |
| I bust the whole chick down and sell it all in zones |
| Try to beat me or cheat me and get your shirt stained up And run for pop those hollows towards the door and freeze your brain up All hustlin'hit the stores and turn the flame up Left the water bubblin'and rocked the caine up So Baby |
| , you Wayne and Fresh y'all get the machetes |
| Put it in B.G. |
| cook it and y’all chop it when it’s ready |
| And when you come to my hood and you lookin’for them thangs |
| Mack 10 is the name on the Caddy door now what |
| Why they |
| Had to do me on Friday |
| Why they |
| Had to persue on Friday |
| Why they |
| Had to do me on Friday |
| Why they |
| Had to persue on Friday |
| Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot |