Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Friday Night, artist - Scarface.
Date of issue: 10.04.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Friday Night |
Damn, this a bitch |
We ain’t gotta motherfuckin thing |
Ring CJ do what he doin in Cali-for-ni-a |
(Hello?) |
Hey, wuz up nigga, it’s Face |
(What up Fizzace?) |
Feelin I’m gone come fuck wit you |
(Come on down loco) |
Ai, please have some bitches, please |
(Ha ha ha) Ha ha ha |
Verse 1 (CJ Mack, Scarface) |
Locc, I been hustlin all week |
Tonight’s the night I dips 'n try to step up in a freak |
I call this ho named Tiki, she got homies we can twist |
All we need’s some chronic and a motherfuckin fifth |
Is you wit me locc? |
What’s mine is yours and what’s yours is mines |
When I’m in Houston you be treatin me fine |
I scoop you up in L.A.X. |
around 6 |
I scootch you through the hood, then we gone get up in these tricks |
It’s Friday night |
Two players in a black 5−0-0 |
Slidin down the shore, gettin at every fly ho |
I’m wit my homey, ain’t nobody set trippin |
Drops my shit off at his house and then we kept flippin |
Now see y’know your nigga don’t sleep |
Homey enough and see |
Well, hand your nigga some heat |
So I can feel warm in these cold ass L.A. streets |
Now hook ya nigga wit some L.A. freaks, baby |
It’s Friday night |
Hook: CJ Mack |
Straight sellin with my Texas G |
Stayin sucka free as I L-O-C |
It’s Friday night |
Two players on a hoodrat chase |
You niggas can’t see me and you can’t see my nigga Face |
First thang we do is hit the club |
I’m seein hella bitches in the corners tryin to show your homey love |
This bitch is fly as a bird |
And gotta ass that could swang from California all the way up thru |
Pittsburgh |
Hold up locc (What?) |
I know that flea |
She been out 'n club hoppin since '83 (Ain't this a bitch) |
And the bitch is still hoin |
See, get at broke bitch and fake smile and keep strollin locc (Riiiight!) |
See them busters in the corner, they don’t like my hood |
I don’t like their hood so it ain’t all good |
So keep ya eyes on em |
Cos if it ??? |
??? |
line, we gotta slide on em |
Ride on em |
I gots no problem kickin dust up wit punk ass little busters |
Who wants to try to buck us, we grab these guns and bust em |
I gots that tena millimetre in tha parkin lot |
Fuck em locc, we gots some bitches at the Mariott |
Hook |
Verse 3: (CJ Mack, Scarface) |
You motherfuckers better chill |
Before you fuck around and lose and get your cap peeled |
Jumps on the elevator, hops off the six floor |
Knocks on the door of room 604 |
Gets greeted by the biggest pair of thighs you wanna see |
With a pair just like a *?mona?* homegirl G |
See, vee like the mix and vee like the twist of em |
Face, you can hit it first and then we can switch |
It ain’t no fun if my homey can’t twist a bitch |
I’ll dare ya ass to try to run that 2PAC shit |
I goes high-ho silver like the fuckin Moan Ranger |
Playin here’s out my dick inside a total fuckin stranger |
You fuckin with a Texas cowboy, I puts it down boy |
You ready for the second go (You know it!) |
I go two or three hours and I’m sendin these bitches off on their way |
(See ya!) You’s a fool CJ! |
(Nigga, how you like the southern California freakin?) |
Dogg, I’ll be back every motherfuckin weekend |
It’s Friday night |
Hook: CJ Mack |
Straight sellin with my Texas OG |
Stayin sucka free as I L-O-C |
It’s Friday night |
You motherfuckers better lay back |
(Cos you can’t see that Face) |
Or it’s just the nigga C-Mack |
Outro: CJ Mack |
Yeah Mr Scarface and CJ Mack |
Puttin in much work for Rap-A-Lot and Rap-A-Lot West for the 9−5 |
You motherfuckers better stay down |
Cos y’all punks couldn’t see us with ultrasound |
Coward |
You motherfuckers couldn’t see us with glasses on |
He he, y’knowhutI’msayin? |