Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Friday Night, artist - Ugly Duckling. Album song Journey to Anywhere, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |