Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Friday Night , by - Scarface. Release date: 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? |