Damn, this a bitch

Mother***in' thing

Ring CJ, do what he doin' in California

Hello? Hey, wuz up nigga, it's Face What up Fizzace?

Feelin' I'm gone come *** wit you

Come on down loco

Ai, please have some bitches, please 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 mother***in' fifth

Is you wit me Llocc? 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 *** 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 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, right 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 [Incomprehensible] 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 *** these guns and bust 'em

I gots that tena millimetre in tha parkin' lot

*** 'em Locc, we gots some bitches at the Mariott Straight sellin' with my Texas G

Stayin' sucka free as I L-O-C

It's Friday night You mother***ers better chill

Before you *** 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 *** I goes high-ho silver, like the ***in' Moan Ranger

Playin' here's out my dick, inside a total ***in' stranger

You ***in' 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 mother***in' weekend

It's Friday night Straight sellin' with my Texas OG

Stayin' sucka free as I L-O-C

It's Friday night

You mother***ers better lay back

'Cos you can't see that Face

Or it's just the nigga C-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 mother***ers better stay down

'Cos y'all punks couldn't see us with ultrasound coward

You mother***ers couldn't see us with glasses on, y'knowhutI'msayin'?