Lyrics The Weekend - N2Deep

The Weekend

Now let me take you on a trip
You betta get a grip partner
We movin' fast, my homie got his foot on the gas
We ride, slip side high sidin' around
We in the 707 ho, you know the V-town
'Cause all that thumpin' and pumpin' is like hurtin' my back
But don’t turn it down, because I like it like that
And in fact you can even turn it up some
Make it hit like a motherfuckin' shotgun
I’m kinda twisted, I’ve been like this all day
But it’s the weekend though, so I’m feeling okay
Straight 55 showin' on the L.E.D
We seen two tight who said they knew me
I said what’s up and ran my game kinda hard on 'em
Because they both had a lot of backyard on em
(But was it cool?) Hell yeah, in effect bro
Two of the baddest broads I ever seen from Sacto
So like a mack, I bumped the hoe
Jumped in the backseat and man I humped the hoe
I know that it wasn’t really right, in broad daylight
But so what I had plans for the night
Because it’s the weekend
It’s the weekend
Now it’s the weekend, and when the weekend comes, I get dumb
Sip on everything from gin to rum
So if you see me toe-up, don’t try to make me slow-up
'Cause I ain’t gonna stop until I throw up or blow up
So, won’t you fill my glass up
I ain’t drivin' tonight so you know I can’t pass up
The 800, I run it like real quick
'Cause it will make any woman look real thick
So keep going, just pour me a little bit mo'
Ya think I’m trippin' but this really ain’t shit though
I know I’m toe-up, but yo I ain’t the first to be
'Cause all my homies get toe-up even worse than me
So if tonight ya see one, I bet you a G
full of that Old E
'Cause but see that’s cool
Because they tryin' to get lit man and I am too
'Cause it’s the weekend
It’s the weekend
Now it’s the weekend, so I’m fully strapped
22 homies and a gang of raps
We got 40s of cold, drink more than enough
Dank trunk, full of the funk and we rollin' on full tank
We doin' things that we really shouldn’t even do
So don’t trip when you see us comin' through
Straight slidin', ridin' with our feet up
Turnin' a couple tight ones
Smokin' the fuckin' whole damn street up
We got the beat up so all of y’all can hear us
If you ain’t with the game then hoe, don’t come near us
'Cause we kick it the real way
And like mi padre said, make all the young hoes pay
So follow up if you want someone to lay with ya
We’ll do ya up, but we just can’t stay with ya
'Cause after hit ya getcha good you know we gotta go
So peace and love, adios ho
'Cause it’s the weekend
It’s the weekend
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