| You can have a good time anytime that you wanna have a good time
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| You can have a good time anytime that you wanna have a good time
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| You can have a good time anytime that you wanna have a good time
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| You can have a good time anytime that you wanna have a good time
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| You can have a good time anytime that you wanna have a good time
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| You can have a good time
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| It’s Saturday night, I’m on the usual standing in the long line
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| Waiting for my hand to be stamped so I can get mine
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| It’s never me and who, it’s always the same crew
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| Me with a few ends rollin' with a few friends
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| Fake smiles, yeah we got 'em in the pocket books
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| For all them frontin' niggas with the rented cars that wanna look
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| Music blastin' in the cars while they passin'
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| Mini skirts high, hoping we can catch an eye
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| To get a duplicate number from the last week
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| You rap outside but inside the club you can’t speak
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| Talkin' bout yeah, you wanna keep it real on the phone
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| But got me on the list just to bone
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| I don’t think so, let me mingle, cause I’m single |
| Movin' to the next man, with a drink in my hand
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| It’s all about a good time on the weekend
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| Party on the Sunday when you should be sleeping
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| Gin, juice and tonics, stereophonics got me open
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| Swayin' up the crowd make you wanna go wild so high
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| Can’t stop Cause you feel good
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| When you brushin' thighs catchin' eyes off the guys when you walk by
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| It’s Saturday night, now can you see this
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| And if it wasn’t packed in the club it wouldn’t be this good
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| All the fellas from the hood
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| Be givin' out your number all night if you could
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| Relaxing, no pistol packin', now what’s this feelin'
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| Temperature’s risin', bass lines through the cieling
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| Time to get a drink, I think champagne will do
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| Pass a glass to me, and slide four bottles to my crew
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| Why I thought you knew, that Nonchalant will make you feel right
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| It’s past midnight, and this funk’s tight
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| It’s all about a good time on the weekend
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| Party on the Sunday when you should be sleeping
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| ]From inside to outside, fellas on the slow ride
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| Creepin' while they peepin' out the jeep an' damn |
| Yeah I feel like swayin'
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| And if you ever fronted all night yeah you know what I’m saying
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| But oh, what I’m feeling, and you know I’m willing
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| To give it to you like it is so you know you’re dealing
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| With the true one, big fun, hell I 'fess
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| If I roll past you’re house then you’re best to get dressed
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| While I’m sippin', still trippin' off the last week
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| Honeyz makin' moves but they still can’t catch me
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| Cause I’m swervin', been in ever curve an'
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| Checkin' out the scenen so I’m just observing
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| ]From a 8−50, ladies are you wit' me
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| And if you want’s to roll, holler, can you come get me
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| Cause it ain’t no joke when we creepin'
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| Yeah, just party on the Sunday when you should be sleeping
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| (ad libs till fade…)
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| A’yo turn that shit off!!! |