| Tha weekend
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| All you freak ho’s freaking
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| Me and Mack 10 baby come on in
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| Tha weekend
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| This shit got you tweaking
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| Who tha fuck wanna steal what they got?
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| It’s tha weekend
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| All you freak ho’s freaking
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| Me and Mack 10 baby come on in
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| Tha weekend
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| This shit got you tweaking
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| Who tha fuck wanna steal what they got?
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| It’s tha weekend
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| Yo, I’m looking for tha weekend
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| The weed got me tweaking
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| Plus the sticky green got the whole room leaking
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| I make the kind of shit that get a freak ho freaking
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| So pump the bass and check my mic level when I’m speaking
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| And to you haters out there I see you peeking
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| So I keep a Glock and leave your punk ass leaking
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| I hear you creeping, even when you’re sneaking
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| Gimme a reason, if it’s on then I’m squeezing
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| It’s tha weekend!
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| In the streets, ain’t enough ghetto for me
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| So bad I gotta lug the heavy metal with me
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| Don’t hang out on your block, I got plans to bubble
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| Only time you seeing Tech is when I’m causing trouble
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| Weekend, get my cheque, I’m flossing double
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| Out the house, running game like I’m off the huddle
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| Wonder how tough my ride?
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| Man, niggers cuff they bride
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| And come home from work three, stuck outside
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| Chorus:
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| It’s tha weekend
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| This gat got you leaking
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| For speaking out of turn, nigga got to burn
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| Make em squirm, watch em do the funky worm
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| You got to learn, every fucking thing you earn
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| Tha weekend, tha weekend, tha weekend
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| You can’t fuck with weed spin
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| Tha weekend, tha weekend, tha weekend
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| You can’t fuck with weed spin
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| I’m a hoo-bangin' rider, retaliator till I’m leaving
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| Mash my opponents till they no longer breathing
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| I’m hatin to parole these killas and weed dealers
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| My niggas there ride hoochie bitches and three-willers
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| Dick em strong and long with a groupie or? |
| bougie? |
| ho
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| I like em in a thong when they make their booty go
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| Run swipe up in, baby bulge and do I get em
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| When it’s on my niggas get sure in em then I send em
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| Ain’t that no mission in the butts is ain’t nothing to me
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| Up in the club, haters don’t want nothing with me
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| I been a hog since you niggas was cuffing ya lees
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| I never hog, I’m looking down at nothing but flees
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| In your town, I crawl up, nothing but these
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| Like «Hey ladies!» |
| Yea, who leaving with me?
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| «Hey fellas!» |
| You need to leave immediately
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| If you don’t want your ass whupped repeatedly
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| This is tha weekend!
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| It’s MC’s please, we split through on threes’s, wudda
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| Dayton off the ground laying, like «Whoa!»
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| I coast through your blocks slow
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| I’m H20, boy I got that wet flow
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| To douse your flame, I’ll get that up out ya man
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| You plot, I’m sorry I shot ya man
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| See me whippin on the freeway, the LBC way
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| On the three-way with? |
| J-Wide? |
| and pack
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| Hell yea, I’m riding with Mack
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| Mack 10 outside all night selling rocks
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| Patrolling with the deuce-five burning my socks
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| This weekend is your life, dying today
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| Next weekend is your wife, crying at your wake
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| Punk bitch screaming like «I can’t believe they killed him!»
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| Fuck nigga with a stainless plate, we wouldn’t have peeled him
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| The hoo-banging attitude, with the gat-titude
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| Seven days a week and make your forehead leak nigga! |