| I called Chad on Wednesday night
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| So we could make plans for Thursday night
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| He said «we could go hit the peapods»
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| I was like yeah, that’s my favorite spot
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| Plus I like it there, cuz I got love on the list
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| High powered juice, where I don’t even get frisked
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| Walk up in the place and get love from the misses
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| Pounds from my brothers, cuz they knowing that disses
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| The place to be to let it all out
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| But when the weekend come, the weekend come
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| Y’all could come
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| So go tell ya momma come and ya papa come
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| Go to spin the record so we can get dumb
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| Place packed, capacity maximum
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| Due to my man Polo Promotion
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| And I can’t wait to go out and hear some
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| Jumping music, swift D.J.'s
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| Smoke machines and laser rays
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| Look out weekend cuz, here I come
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| Because weekends are word. |
| are worrrd
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| Walk in the club at like 10 o' clock
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| And the spot is hot, blowing up rooftops
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| Its Thursday night and the night is young
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| Four day weekend, time to have some fun
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| D.J.'s scutter up, drop them joints
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| Everybody’s been waiting to dance and make noise
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| B-Boys, let me see you break it down
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| And ladies, let your hips move around
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| Its the sound of the BEP family
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| Got a poet named Life and a sister Kimy (worrrrd up)
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| And the blood of Abraham (worrrrd up)
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| So let’s get ready for the jam
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| Jumping music, swift D.J.'s
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| Smoke machines and laser rays
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| Look out weekend cuz, here I come
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| Because weekends are word. |
| are worrrd
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| It was a Thursday night and the party was bumpin'
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| And the bass was thumpin' and people was jumpin'
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| And taboo’s at the front door comin'
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| Taboo’s at the front door comiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin
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| And
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| And (here he come now)
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| And
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| nah, nah, nah
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| Yo, Mister (Mister
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| Win or win (Mister
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| Get our boogie on when the weekend COME
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| Check the peapod, cuz the vibes is STRONG
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| Salinas, Philippines, they come one by ONE
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| All lined up, and they ready for FUN
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| Short one’s, tall one’s, beautiful ONES
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| B-boys, B-girls, ready to WHAT
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| Breaking and shaking when we doing our ish
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| J-Rock from the Beat Junkies ready to mix
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| Cuz they cuttIng up the wax for everybody
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| Come on over cuz were having a party
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| We lighting up the sky with the burning STAR
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| Throw your hands in the air, if you know who you ARE
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| Cuz we jumpin' all around with the bird shaped bees
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| And get less by the beat pharmacy, cuz they hitting you with
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| Jumping music, swift D.J.'s
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| Smoke machines and laser rays
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| Look out weekend cuz, here I come
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| Because weekends are word. |
| are worrrd
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| …worrrrd up
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| …worrrrd up Look out weekend cuz, here I come
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| Because weekends are worrrd |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Weekends , by - Black Eyed Peas. Song from the album Bridging The Gap, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп