| Verse One:
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| You know it ain’t no stoppin all tha doggs I’m droppin
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| it’s Friday night so everythang is poppin.
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| I got skin lets spin on da hand,
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| so let tha games begin.
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| Yakity yak don’t jump back or its on,
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| callin up Earl on tha car phone.
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| Mack 10 just got out of court,
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| rollin through tha hood in his super sport ropin Too $hort.
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| Eighteens got tha rearview mirrors vibratin,
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| and deep dish daytons.
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| You know how we do it,
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| ain’t nuttin to it but tha floss,
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| overcrowdin Harrison walks.
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| 'Cuz if ya fuck wit ours,
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| we leave scars,
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| out of G ride cars,
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| livin like stars.
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| Might hit tha highway,
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| on tha Vegas run fool 'cuz its Friday.
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| Oh yeah, throw ya neighborhood in tha air,
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| If ya don’t care.
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| Verse Two:
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| Standin outside on a Friday livin on tha edge,
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| 'cuz we all got 'dem hard heads.
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| It’s seems like we all are waitin,
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| for a drive by playin tag wit satan.
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| But we chillin yeah we ready and willin,
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| ya hear about tha latest westside killin.
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| Forty sippin,
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| set trippin,
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| fo’dippin,
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| get tha grip in,
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| neva slippin.
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| BG’s tryin tah hang out,
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| but OG said take ya little ass in tha house.
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| My big homey just got out,
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| used tah be down now he’s just crack ad.
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| He’s bout hard as Darth Vada
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| in his sweat shirt, khakis and Chuck Taylors.
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| Just see him in the drive way,
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| gettin beat like a smoka fool 'cuz it’s Friday.
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| Verse Three:
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| Why must I be like dat and chase da cat,
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| or settle for a hoodrat.
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| Dookie braids no dreadlocks,
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| flyin in and out of jail have a chicken and a cock.
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| And I love her 'cuz she down,
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| tah fuck around wit tha underground pussyhound.
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| And her ass is big round and wide,
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| jacked up makin nigga down tah ride.
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| Smokin indo,
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| playin dat Super Nintendo,
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| hear a rat tat tat on my window.
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| Gave her ass dat pelvic thrust,
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| don’t trust tha rubber 'cuz its bound tah bust.
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| In tha oven in tha nappy,
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| I had on two so I was happy.
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| 'Cuz dat HIV’ll make ya dick hang sideways,
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| and dat ain’t cool fool 'cuz its Friday.
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| Throw tha west side in da air,
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| Throw tha east side in da air,
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| Throw tha south side in da air,
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| Throw tha north side in da air.
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| Oh yeah! |