Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tha Weekend , by - Mack 10. Song from the album Best Of Mack 10, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
Tha Weekend |
| Tha weekend |
| All you freak ho’s freaking |
| Me and Mack 10 baby come on in |
| Tha weekend |
| This shit got you tweaking |
| Who tha fuck wanna steal what they got? |
| It’s tha weekend |
| All you freak ho’s freaking |
| Me and Mack 10 baby come on in |
| Tha weekend |
| This shit got you tweaking |
| Who tha fuck wanna steal what they got? |
| It’s tha weekend |
| Yo, I’m looking for tha weekend |
| The weed got me tweaking |
| Plus the sticky green got the whole room leaking |
| I make the kind of shit that get a freak ho freaking |
| So pump the bass and check my mic level when I’m speaking |
| And to you haters out there I see you peeking |
| So I keep a Glock and leave your punk ass leaking |
| I hear you creeping, even when you’re sneaking |
| Gimme a reason, if it’s on then I’m squeezing |
| It’s tha weekend! |
| In the streets, ain’t enough ghetto for me |
| So bad I gotta lug the heavy metal with me |
| Don’t hang out on your block, I got plans to bubble |
| Only time you seeing Tech is when I’m causing trouble |
| Weekend, get my cheque, I’m flossing double |
| Out the house, running game like I’m off the huddle |
| Wonder how tough my ride? |
| Man, niggers cuff they bride |
| And come home from work three, stuck outside |
| Chorus: |
| It’s tha weekend |
| This gat got you leaking |
| For speaking out of turn, nigga got to burn |
| Make em squirm, watch em do the funky worm |
| You got to learn, every fucking thing you earn |
| Tha weekend, tha weekend, tha weekend |
| You can’t fuck with weed spin |
| Tha weekend, tha weekend, tha weekend |
| You can’t fuck with weed spin |
| I’m a hoo-bangin' rider, retaliator till I’m leaving |
| Mash my opponents till they no longer breathing |
| I’m hatin to parole these killas and weed dealers |
| My niggas there ride hoochie bitches and three-willers |
| Dick em strong and long with a groupie or? |
| bougie? |
| ho |
| I like em in a thong when they make their booty go |
| Run swipe up in, baby bulge and do I get em |
| When it’s on my niggas get sure in em then I send em |
| Ain’t that no mission in the butts is ain’t nothing to me |
| Up in the club, haters don’t want nothing with me |
| I been a hog since you niggas was cuffing ya lees |
| I never hog, I’m looking down at nothing but flees |
| In your town, I crawl up, nothing but these |
| Like «Hey ladies!» |
| Yea, who leaving with me? |
| «Hey fellas!» |
| You need to leave immediately |
| If you don’t want your ass whupped repeatedly |
| This is tha weekend! |
| It’s MC’s please, we split through on threes’s, wudda |
| Dayton off the ground laying, like «Whoa!» |
| I coast through your blocks slow |
| I’m H20, boy I got that wet flow |
| To douse your flame, I’ll get that up out ya man |
| You plot, I’m sorry I shot ya man |
| See me whippin on the freeway, the LBC way |
| On the three-way with? |
| J-Wide? |
| and pack |
| Hell yea, I’m riding with Mack |
| Mack 10 outside all night selling rocks |
| Patrolling with the deuce-five burning my socks |
| This weekend is your life, dying today |
| Next weekend is your wife, crying at your wake |
| Punk bitch screaming like «I can’t believe they killed him!» |
| Fuck nigga with a stainless plate, we wouldn’t have peeled him |
| The hoo-banging attitude, with the gat-titude |
| Seven days a week and make your forehead leak nigga! |