Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Friday Night , by - Ugly Duckling. Song from the album Journey to Anywhere, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 22.04.2001
Record label: XL
Song language: English
Friday Night |
| It’s friday night, on the streets of L.A. |
| I’m going out cuz I’ve been working at the job all day |
| Got the info line number, with directions to the site |
| Ugly Duckling on the bill to rock the mic right |
| Tonight, I gotta be hype, and get the crowd reacting |
| I call Dizzy’s house he says, What’s up, I say what’s happenin' |
| Get my DJ on three way |
| Don’t forget to bring the guestlist |
| See the freshest |
| Off the wall like asbestos |
| I rock without the D tops |
| Walk without the reebok’s |
| Talk until the beat stops |
| Than pick it back up with the beatbox |
| And yo, I gotta ride so you need not |
| Cool, I’m leavin’at 7:30, we can caravan |
| To the jam |
| With Einstein, the two hand man |
| In command like a general |
| Lighter then a dinner roll |
| Solid as a mineral |
| Open like a centerfold |
| Hey, save it for the chorus |
| The crowd looks enormous |
| So give a peak performance |
| I need a soundcheck, so my mic sounds nice |
| I’ll be in it in a minute like microwave rice |
| I grab the mic like a dynamite stick |
| Then light the wick? |
| And keep it lit |
| With ever lyric I spit |
| Beats to the rhymes |
| We stick like turpentine |
| Dizzy Dustin, Andy Cooper and Young Einstein |
| It’s the jam |
| You know it’s on Get with it ya What, what ya wanna do? |
| Rock, rock the old school |
| Just listen real close |
| When we take crowds back to the days of the 10 yard fight |
| The gyro mic |
| They jump like excite bike |
| Guaranteed delight |
| When the needle drops sound |
| Man, EQ the level so the needle rock |
| And then, hand over the microphone |
| I get a type grip |
| Cause when it’s time to swing |
| I hit like Mike Schmidt |
| Get this |
| I drop more lines then a tetris |
| When young einstein throws on the dookie necklace |
| He’s the drum major |
| With the sum to the fader |
| Attacking the wax, on the record player |
| Working up a sweat |
| Till we close the set |
| With the song that’s *fresher then a moist toilette* |
| Now when the jam is over |
| It’s hugs and hanshakes |
| And than the band breaks |
| For shakes and pancakes |
| I’m home for brand flakes and Z’s |
| Hit the backmat |
| Take a hot shower |
| And a cat nap please |
| Don’t call me in the mornin' |
| Cause I’m on the sleep-in, mode |
| Dizzy Dustin |
| We did it again |
| For you, it might be over |
| For me, it’s just beginnin' |
| The club must be endin' |
| Cuz no one’s bartendin' |
| They turn on the bright light |
| And I feel like a gremlin |
| The jam is breakin’up |
| But at my pad, it’s reassemblin' |
| Take ??? |
| down the market |
| Then I ride our limit |
| Everyone’s invited |
| So I hope you be attendin' |
| It’s the jam |