Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Weekend Nights , by - D.I.T.C.. Song from the album D.I.T.C., in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 21.02.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tommy Boy
Song language: English
Weekend Nights |
| Now once I flick my Bic, and the dutch get lit |
| Bloodeye spit, like you bust my shit |
| Will it never happen, I’m forever rappin' |
| I clap 'em, and dead 'em |
| Send 'em home packing, for acting |
| The black’s in |
| Ease the pain just like tunacting |
| Honey is fine as a fuck, plus she snuck the mack in |
| Guess what, next up, she turn assassin |
| Along with, thirty of my dirty niggas, blastin' |
| I hear em platinum callin', and worldwide touring |
| You want hoes? |
| Come to any show I’m performing |
| You rob me tonight? |
| You want make it to the morning |
| Rolled up on 'em, when this killers froze up on 'em |
| And I came with a whole truck for 'em |
| Try to tell 'em, that he got no bucks they won’t bust for 'em |
| And if shit get hectic, I’m calling mo' niggas |
| Goldgetters, golddiggaz get no liquors |
| But no weed, we hold figgaz |
| And we so cheat (?), and we hold heat |
| It was a weekend night and my niggas is chilling |
| Burners in the bushes and the Lexus spilling |
| Blunts getting blazed, mad chicks is tripping |
| My niggas get ya dirt on |
| Now some cats in the hood wear shorts for draws |
| Sweats for longjohns, tryin' to get their warm on |
| I’m strong on, any song I perform on |
| Get papes, celebrate like the date I was born on |
| I spit blood and get love, sip Bud and flip cus |
| Them niggas wanna leave me twisted like the spliff does |
| But I react, hoes in ya head watch ya shit flood |
| Like Noa’s Ark, blunts burnin' like Jona Fark (?) |
| I squeeze with ease like Tone and Mark |
| We (?) demolish straight from (?) |
| Deeper than knowledge |
| Equipped to speak at ya college |
| You kill me fronting when I’m for really coming |
| Carravans packed up with my mans in 'em |
| Cause I really want em |
| It’s all good like Willy Hunting |
| Watch my diamonds glitter, I sit back and really realize |
| That I’m the nigga, they wanna know me |
| If you feel me, come show me |
| Is it really real? |
| Or cause I know Pun and Joey |
| Yeah my shit shine my sunny Rolly |
| It couldn’t hold me, if you was thick like Shaq or quick like Kobe |
| Show & A get the love, my niggas mix the? |
| with the Bud |
| Show the dirty don and mister Mud |
| Chicks give quickies and flicks in clubs, so hit the dutch |
| And if shit get hectic, I’m calling mo' niggas |
| Goldgetters, golddiggaz get no liquors |
| But no weed, we hold figgaz |
| And we so cheat (?), and we hold heat |
| It was a weekend night and my niggas is chilling |
| Burners in the bushes and the Lexus spilling |
| Blunts getting blazed, mad chicks is tripping |
| My niggas get ya dirt on |