Friday .......... Ice Cube

Keep Their Heads Ringin' .......... Dr. Dre

Friday Night .......... Scarface

Lettin' Niggas Know .......... Threat

Roll It up, Light It up, Smoke It Up .......... Cypress Hill

Take a Hit .......... Mack 10

Tryin' to See Another Day .......... The Isley Brothers

You Got Me Wide Open .......... Bootsy Collins

Mary Jane .......... Rick James

I Wanna Get Next to You .......... Rose Royce

Superhoes .......... Funkdoobiest

Coast II Coast .......... Tha Alkaholiks

Blast If I Have To .......... E-A-Ski

Hoochie Mama .......... 2 Live Crew

I Heard It Through the Grapevine .......... Roger

Verse One:
You know it ain't no stoppin all tha doggs I'm droppin
it's Friday night so everythang is poppin.
I got skin lets spin on da hand,
so let tha games begin.
Yakity yak don't jump back or its on,
callin up Earl on tha car phone.
Mack 10 just got out of court,
rollin through tha hood in his super sport ropin Too $hort.
Eighteens got tha rearview mirrors vibratin,
and deep dish daytons.
You know how we do it,
ain't nuttin to it but tha floss,
overcrowdin Harrison walks.
'Cuz if ya fuck wit ours,
we leave scars,
out of G ride cars,
livin like stars.
Might hit tha highway,
on tha Vegas run fool 'cuz its Friday.

Chorus:
Oh yeah, throw ya neighborhood in tha air,
If ya don't care. [x2]

Verse Two:
Standin outside on a Friday livin on tha edge,
'cuz we all got 'dem hard heads.
It's seems like we all are waitin,
for a drive by playin tag wit satan.
But we chillin yeah we ready and willin,
ya hear about tha latest westside killin.
Forty sippin,
set trippin,
fo' dippin,
get tha grip in,
neva slippin.
BG's tryin tah hang out,
but OG said take ya little ass in tha house.
My big homey just got out,
used tah be down now he's just crack ad.
He's bout hard as Darth Vada
in his sweat shirt, khakis and Chuck Taylors.
Just see him in the drive way,
gettin beat like a smoka fool 'cuz it's Friday.

-Chorus-

Verse Three:
Why must I be like dat and chase da cat,
or settle for a hoodrat.
Dookie braids no dreadlocks,
flyin in and out of jail have a chicken and a cock.
And I love her 'cuz she down,
tah fuck around wit tha underground pussyhound.
And her ass is big round and wide,
jacked up makin nigga down tah ride.
Smokin indo,
playin dat Super Nintendo,
hear a rat tat tat on my window.
Gave her ass dat pelvic thrust,
don't trust tha rubber 'cuz its bound tah bust.
In tha oven in tha nappy,
I had on two so I was happy.
'Cuz dat HIV'll make ya dick hang sideways,
and dat ain't cool fool 'cuz its Friday.

-Chorus-

Throw tha west side in da air,
Throw tha east side in da air,
Throw tha south side in da air,
Throw tha north side in da air.
Oh yeah!

Intro:

Yeah, whattup, this is Dr. Dre
The party's goin on
Thank God it's Friday

["Buck buck buck buck booyaka shan!" - KRS One" repeat 4X]

Chorus:

Keep their headz ringin (ding ding dong \
ring-gading ding ding dong) / repeat 2X

Verse One:

[Hey you, sittin over there] Say what?
[You better get up out of your chair] That's right
[And work your body down] Yeahhh...
[No time to funk around, cause we gon....]
Funk, you, right on up
So get up, get a move on, and get your groove on
It's the D-R-E the spectacular
In a party I go for your neck so call me Blackula
As I drain a niggaz jugular vein
and maintain to leave blood stains so don't complain
Just chill, listen to the beats I spill
Keepin it real, enables me to make another meal
Still, niggaz run up and try to kill at will
But get popped like a pimple, so call me Clearasil
I wipe niggaz off the face of the Earth since birth
I been a bad nigga, now let me tell you what I'm worth
More than a Stealth bomber, I cause drama
The enforcer, music flows like a flying saucer
Or a 747 jet, never forget
I'm that nigga that keeps the hoes panties wet
The mic gets smoked, once you hear the beat kick
With grooves so funky, they come with a Speed Stick
So check the flavor that I'm bringin
The motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin

Chorus

Verse Two:

One-two for the crew, three-fo' for the dough
Five for the hoe, six-seven-eight for Death Row
Mad niggaz about to feel the full effect of intellect
So I can collect respect, plus a check
Now I fin' to, get into to, my mental
will take care of this business I need to attend to, cuz my rent's due
And this rap shit's my meal ticket
So you god damn right I'm gonna kick it, or get evicted
I bring terror like Stephen King
A black Casanova, runnin niggaz over like Christine
When I rock the spot with the flavor I got
I kick plenty of ass, so call me an astronaut
As I blast past another nigga's ass that thought he was strong
But I smoke him like grass, just like Cheech and Chong
When I flow, niggaz know, it's time to take a hike
Cause I grab the mic and flip my tongue like a dyke
I got rhymes to keep you enchanted
Produce a smokesscreen with the funky green to keep your eyes slanted
So check the flavor that I'm bringin
The motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin

Chorus

Verse Three:

Debonairre with flair, I scare wear and tear
without a care, runnin shit as if I was a mayor
But I ain't no politician, no competition
Sendin all opposition to see a mortician
I'm up front, never in the back drop
Step on stage and get faded just like a flat top
Your rhyme sounds like you bought em at Stop N Go
Dre came to wax you so, just call me Mop N Glow
Many tried to, but just can't rock with
I'm 6-1, 225, a pure chocolate
Your chances of jackin me are slim G
Cause I rock from summer til Santa comes down the chimney
Ho ho ho, and so, as I continue to flow
Cause yo, I'm just a fly negro
So, check the flavor that I'm bringin
The motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin

Chorus

Intro: Scarface

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

Verse 2

[CJ Mack]

Two players on a hoodrat chase
You niggas can't see me and you can't see my nigga Face

[Scarface]

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

[CJ Mack]

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

[Scarface]

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
[CJ Mack] 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
[Scarface] You motherfuckers couldn't see us with glasses on
He he, y'knowhutI'msayin?

Intro / Chorus:

Ooh, it's the LA Zoo
We funk with the flow and let niggas know
That it's ooh, it's the LA Zoo
We funk with the flow and let niggas know that it's...

Verse 1:

It's the king of the jungle and I can't be tamed
Take you all the way to the millenium brain
It's the return of the yearm, Mr Funky Worm
Heat it like a bottomless kettle, let it burn
Blow my flow you cannot handle
I'm bumpin and I'm humpin like a camel on your radio channel
It's me T-H-R-E-A-T
Live for '95 most definitely
In fact, under my styles are low jacked
to stop Petie stole his rhymes from the Zoo tribe jeep
You're dead wrong, unto what tribe they yeb along
So we can know your name when we send ya back home

Chorus x2

Verse 2:

You made a jam so now the nigga think he Van Damme
You must didn't know I take off like Pan Am
Wreck ya like a pinto, pop the instrumental
and attention ladies and gentlemen
It's the bomb, I did it, I lit it, let em hit it
and it's stronger than the humpty with the chrondo dipped in it
And this is for your midas, just to sink into your fangs
It's the deadly dope man, pumpin thru ya veins
Raised in the Bow 213 area code
where the criminals dig up your grave lookin for buried gold
The universe'll soon be mines in due time
You can't tangle with the one from killer Cali's triangle
Deep deep deep down under the dungeon lies your doom
I write the dynamite and watch it TICK! BOOM!
Looney in the tunes be groovin in your sleep
cos in the speakers and technique is way to freakish

Chorus x2

Verse 3:

Up above the world so high
like the stars up in the sky
I'm funky with the flow, understand you
Brown babies from Atlanta just love me like candy
I give the mom a lendin, should've fed me right
Shot to the let em wait on the Eastside
I keep my eyes on the sparrow, hos, afros and arrows
can't kick it cos it's wicked like the pharoah
And a walk with the devil is a level far beyond
From de Babylon come many redrum
So follow as we journey thru the creepy, sleepy hollow
Take this 40 ounce bottle, see how broke niggas is tomorrow

Chorus to fade

Intro:

(*guy toking up*)
Fuckin buddha comin at'cha live
Direct with the biggest, fattest joint
Comin in with indo flavours
Fuckin buddha comin at'cha like this
'95

Verse 1: B-Real

It's Friday mornin, where the weed at?
Let me dip into my pocket for my fat weed sack
Cos I wanna get high like a plane
in the sky with the indo cloud in my brain
Where the fuck are my zig-zags and my lighters?
so I can roll it and set it on fire
Damn, I wish I had scissors cos the shit is so sticky
that it's gettin on my fuckin fingers
But it's smokeable, double tokeable
I got the one-hit that, where the bombay shit that's tokeable
I wanna do a joint venture
Let me make sure there ain't no lump in the goddamn centre
To get pregnated lookin joint, fuck it
I can smoke it and I still get faded

Chorus:

Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
Inhale exhale
*repeat x3*

(I'm the freaker, the one freaks the funk
*repeat*

Verse 2: (Sen Dogg), B-Real

(East Coast hittin that blunt), West Coast hittin that honeydip
Might he want a joint then I want another hit
Roll it up, (light it up), smoke it up
I wanna stimulate my mind (so I toke it up)
Can I get a hit? (Can I get a hooh!?)
Gimme that fat bag of weed and the brew
so I can get faded, elevated
Smoke the joint down to a roach then I ate it
I stand true to the guess guy ????
(As I keep runnin from the chop-per)
Gimme dat weed fool and ya zig-zags
(Puto won't be holdin out on the big bag)

Chorus

(I'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk)
*repeat to fade*

(I'm gonna get you high today)

Relax facin, facin mind-bogglin hallucinations
Easy does it til the skull get your lungs full
Take a deep ???, sit back cos Mack
got that bu-yow shit that get'cha higher than wick-wack
Is hard as stone alone, it's always on
Never home-grown totin cos the streets made me potent
Down since '84 now live for '95
Got it swingin while some niggas bangin, I'm dope slangin
for my everyday expenses, know the consequences
The bigger the sack, the bigger the sentence
No time for repentance, put it down
count the stripes that I tally
Runnin backstreets and alleys thru Inglewood, Cali
So back the fuck up, don't act the fuck up
Never slip from the hit
Triple-six in the clip when I trip
So busters beware, never dare to have quams
with that nigga Mack 10 full of ghetto ass bombs
Take a hit

Chorus:

Can you feel it nigga? Nothin can save ya
Roll ya papers and take a heel on my shit
*repeat*

Get'cha high like a rocket, loot in my pocket
Mean like the green, bomb like the chocolate
thai, I Mack 1-0, gunho
Dirty ass Lynch Mob crew, new voodoo
Cast a killer, cap peeler, hang with gorillas
Tragic when you catch it, runnin from my magic
TAADOW! New Jackin got it crackin like Nino's
Stackin like casinos, bomb like the primos
Make your crack dough black, attack like karate
Always beamed up like Scotty, I control your body
leave ya numb, redrum, slug like a Dodger
Nothin bomber than this Westside ghetto ganga
Hundred proof pure dopeness and it seems
heavy as a Chevy, too much for a triple beam
Fiend for the microphone, one pop ya drop
And it don't stop, I can't stop
Mack 10 and it won't stop
So take a hit (I'm gonna get you high today)
Shiit! (I'm gonn get you high today)
Shiit!

Chorus

Got that one-hitter quitter shit so take a whiff
Need a torch to light my spliff, work the late night shift
Get my drift? Had it sewed up ever since I showed up
Cookin up boulders, got a crew fulla soldiers
claimin B's, claimin C's, everybody Gs
Went from laces to Deez, from mo' C's to ki's
What you need guaranteed to whip and leave ya trippin
like your sane, I sippin, funky germ dippin
Make you tweak, lose sleep, I creep like a phantom
Ran em then I win em, all up in em like venom
Got the lotions, slow motion, hit the magic potion
Don't panic, satanic, devotions, convulsions
Wipe your whole crew out, niggas get blew out
Hides behind a stockin while the bomb's tick-tockin
Keep rockin and it don't quit, it's Mack 10 the shit
So press your luck but'cha know you can't fuck wit it
Take a hit

Chorus x2

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Thanks to Julie James for submitting the lyrics

Come here, baby. Mary I love you. Do it girl.

Female chorus: Mary Jane, Mary Jane

I'm in love with Mary Jane.
She's my main thing.
She makes me feel alright.
She makes my heart sing.

Rick's chorus:
And when I'm feeling low,
She comes as no surprise.
Turns me on with her love.
Takes me to paradise.

Do you love me Mary Jane?
Yeah. Whoa-oh-oh.
Do ya? Do ya? Do ya?
Now do you think you love me Mary Jane.
Don't you play no games.

Female chorus.

I love her just the same.
I love her, Mary baby, just the same.
The woman plays no games.
Now, now, now.

I'm in love with Mary Jane.
I'm not the only one.
If Mary wanna play around,
I let her have her fun.
She's not the kind of girl
that you can just tie down.
She likes to spread her love
and turn your head around.

Rick's chorus.
Female chorus.
Rick's chorus.

Yeahhhhh! Ooowoooo.
Oh baby. Oh baby. Hit me.
Whoah, Mary. Only love.
I love you, yeah. Whooo!
Something until we give it now, lovey-dove.
Uh-huh. Wow, baby!
Sing! La-du-da-da-du-da-dahh.
Sing! La-du-da-da-du-da-dahh.
Sing it for me baby.
Come Mary, Mary Jane.
Sing it for me baby

Thanks to Julie James for submitting the lyrics

Sittin' here in this chair waitin' on you
Ah baby, to see things my way
But not a word do you say
You won't even look my way
Boy, I'm spending my dimes, wasting
My time, talking till I'm black and blue
Ah, can't you see I wanna get next to you

Dreams of you and I go sailing by
Whenever your eyes meet mine
(You're so fine)
And boy you make me feel so insecure
You're so beautiful and pure,
Why must you be unkind
(And tell me I'm not your kind, blowin my mind)
Boy, my, my money is low and I know
That I can't take you to the
Fancy places you might wanna go
Still I wanna get next to you
I wanna get next to you

Boy, you can bend me, shake me, make me
Whatever it takes to please you
I'm willing to do
'Cause you're my dream come true
And I wanna get next to you

I wanna get next to you
I wanna make you mine (for all the time)
I wanna get next to you
I promise I'll never make you blue
I wanna get next to you
I wanna get next to you

I caught Spider-Man jerkin' off in a booth
To a Wonder Woman comic
Then the Bionic
Bitch fucked the Hulk a.k.a. Bruce Banner
Did I see Santa
No, it's the Green Lantern
Little Bo Peep cold fucked her sheep
Keep eatin' that pussy
Fuck the ???
Best fucked a bitch
Bullwinkle's kinda moosy
Triple X, hardcore
Nigga fucked a floozy
Miss Piggy
Gotta pick a sticky
Mickey Mouse pulled her blouse
Smoked a blunt for the hicky
Dorothy, Tin Man, the Lion and the Scarecrow
Messin' with the pussy
Hairy just like the werewolf

Cyclops, Wolverine
And the Nightcrawler
Went to a bar
And, yo, they had dollars
Roll in the parlor
Hittin' off switches
For Richie Rich riches
Pulls all the bitches
I turned on the headset
Like Judy Jetson
Here comes Barbie
Look who she lets in
Hansel, Gretel
Gretel, fuck the kettle
Jack and Jill went up the hill to have a little fun
(It's a small world)
Ready for some call girl
Wrapped around her neck
A lace that was all pearls
Nights had Medusa
Dancin' on tables
Joker's got a lap dance
From Charlie's Angels

It's night
In a secret hideaway somewhere in Gotham City
As a woman in a feline costume
Strokes a Siamese cat
And speaks to several well-dressed men

Twinkle, twinkle
On a star
Superho, tell me who you are
Catwoman in a red tight see-thru
Dancin' on a pole
With a do-see-do
Mosy on out
Now where goes that ho they call
Cinderella
Makin' men jealous
Like Dick Tracy
Tweety, Sylvester
(Sufferin' succotash)
Cuz Snow White's gonna be fuckin' all night
Strobelite dancin' in front of the mirror
He-Man's fuckin' with Smurfette and She-Ra
The freaky, freaky deeky
Wilma Flintstone
Betty, too
Is she ready for the nympho?

Intro:

From city to city, coast II coast
Friday night is the night they like to party the most
(We came, to rock, for everybody)
From city to city, coast II coast
Friday night is the night they like to party the most
From city to city, coast II coast (all night y'all)
Friday night is the night they like to party the most

Verse One: Tash

(From city to city, coast II coast)
I make rappers see more stars than Space Ghost
Cause my fiver I kick lyrics make em sound like [walkie talkies]
So the poet cracks the Moet while they drink the Old Milwaukee
Off the hook with (droppin visions) so the Leo of the trio
(Without the sexy voice) scoops more hoes than Theo
So I dedicate this rap to all my ghetto spokesmodels
Dressin like y'all paid, redeemin Coke bottles
So nod to the oddness as the story gets told
While I burn these MC's like Rotisierrie Gold
Cause you know the reputation of the L-I-K-Ses
The crew that wets you with they beer until somebody undresses
I bust my shit and peel! Grab my wheels of steel
If y'all niggaz can't feel me than y'all niggaz ain't real
I hit so hard the WBC
Called to ask me could the champ come and train with me
Cause my liquidatin flows transpose on niggaroles
Individuals, close they eyes, cause I blurred they visuals
And I'm about to be as large as Houdini in a minute
(Now the party didn't start) Till the Liks walked in it

Chorus:

From city to city, coast II coast
Friday night is the night they like to party the most
All night y'all (city to city) all night y'all
When the Liks is (coast II coast) in the house get hype y'all

From city to city, coast II coast
Friday night is the night they like to party the most
All night y'all (city to city) all night y'all
(from coast II coast) The Liks is in the house to make it right y'all

Verse Two: J-Ro

Yeah... check out my Ro-gram
Since I was a kid I got darker
I write rhymes so phat I need a marker
My style gets bit like Peter Parker
If imitation is the greatest form of flattery...
...punk don't flatter me
I slam you like a pogue on my dog with no fleas and ticks
Chicks love them light-skinned rap niggaz called the Liks
Youse a wizard, with no tricks, the J-R-O got the spells
You never even heard Rock the Bells
My cash flows, like a bloody nose
It stains all your clothes, and your pill-ows
I come from the home of the Rodney King beatin
Pacoma CA, Riff Rack is where I'm eatin
Your style is like *do Do DOO* out of service
The Liks walk in the jam the punk MC's be gettin nervous
I never take falls, I got more balls than pre-hauls
I flow without flaws to scrape all you sucka paws
Never ever find the fool that stole my brew
(I'ma do mean, terrible, nasty things to you)
Don't lose me, I make a rude bwoy say excuse me
If you choose the real shit you can't refuse me
Ask your grandpap I bust the dandy rap
I be posted in the bar like Andy Capp
And I, could, just, go, all, the, way
On Friday

Interlude:

Yo whassup baby!!!
Yo wasn't that your nigga there performin?
Nah nah that wasn't him
Yo it was mad niggaz in that piece yo
What? What was they mad about?
...Yo kid
Kid?!! I'm old enough to be your uncle, heh
Anyway, where the BUD at?
Sorry we do not drink!
What the hell you talkin bout we don't drink
I mean the chronic
Oh you wanna smoke a L or sumthin?
An L? Fuck is that?
Man, word
Nathin
Who the fuck is Nate, tell him
It's Iesha, Farrah, and Kath true...

Chorus:

From city to city, coast II coast
Friday night is the night they like to party the most
And there's so many niggaz on the planet left to rock yo
don't be surprised when we rappin on your block

From city to city, coast II coast
Friday night is the night they like to party the most
To all the hoses and all the third-leggers
We comin old school like biscuits and Kreggers

Verse Three: J-Ro, E-Swift, Tash

Yo, first they didn't know me now the hoes be on my Moby
But I'm just a nigga kickin me shit like Reggie Roby
My name ain't Toby call me J-to the
Talk on my cellular telly got a belly like Buddah
I ain't Barry Gordy's son but I Rock(s)well
When I eat Jamaican food I get the ox tail
Get in the bushes with your punk style, you bore us
I should kick my foot through your windshield like Chuck Norris

I jump out the bushes and ambush your crew
Push you and moosh you like a bitch, what you wanna do
It's round two nigga I'm showin no love
It's like a heavyweight match, but without the gloves
You just can't rock a show, you're too quick to fatigue
I think you ain't busy since Red was in seas
You need to put a little more thought into your writin
Your style is Virginia Slim, while mine is Phillie tightened

So stop biting what your mouth can't chew
A nova eat you but my DJ flow better than you
But when I go to set it call the closest paramedic
Cause you faker than that motherfuckin jewelry that's cosmetic
So hold on to your seats while I rock these beats
Cause these are just the repeats of our amazing feats
Cause even Kurtis Blow knows we break beats like world records
So my style'll hurt you worser than a cut that's infected
And we O... W... T...

It ain't the niggas that act hard
it's the niggas that be like quiet-like
It's the ones that put the slugs in your ass
and tell your ass goodnight
So get that nigga a marble coffin
Cos I ain't that nigga t' FUCK with
I'm from the O so I blast often
Motherfuckers wanna test my nuts and be like stuck
Cos E-A-Ski's shot some shit up
Nigga, I thought you knew that it be on
Never leave the house without the chrome
Nigga you can fuck around and get your life took
Thinkin I won't squeeze this fuckin trigger
Till these bullets stop distributin
Cut your ass on the late-night (ride)
Tryin ta jack my shit, but my Glock is seventeen tight
Now ya bent outta shape from the tips, no talons
That I loaded in your ass by the gallons
Now then, why would you FUCK with a G?
I don't slang but I throw them thangs and shoot the Glock 20
Many ain't got their ass in to the CP banner
By a nigga that was well mannered
Now you're in for a treat, you don't wanna meet my crew
We blast if we have to

Chorus:

We blast if we have to nigga
Don't make me have to
Squeeze this motherfuckin millimetre
And it don't stop
I blast if I have to nigga
Don't make me have to
Squeeze this motherfuckin millimetre
And it won't stop
*Repeat*

Shit, I cocked a '94 beamer, strapped with the Glock
I caught a '94 misdemeanor (That's fucked up)
They had my ass in the tank
With nothin but motherfuckin time to sit and think (Why?)
I had my shit in the first place
A black motherfucker in the O witta beamer is the worst place
To be caught with the strap
A ten thousand bail and an infrared Glock I'll never get back
Can't fight the shit so I'm down for probation, waitin
Two years and sixty days in a locked station
Can't fade the 6-0, so I chose the 2
And cut it down, I talk to the youth
Because they can't, I gotta file and some fingerprints
All because a nigga wanna keep his motherfuckin shit
Now ya see it ain't no love in this bitch
Strapped on the defence, pull it only when I need it
See these niggas wanna play me for my earned shit
They ain't earned shit, they wanna take, I gotta empty clips
These niggas ain't shit (I thought you knew, nigga?)
That's why my shit stay cocked, I blast if I have to

Chorus

Oh,he's a mark and he's way outta pocket
Fuckin with a nigga from the Eastside O and don't think I knock him
Fuck you and your raps cos it ain't right
Niggas in the O yell "Ski" cos the track's tight
Motherfucker you can rap and try ta clown
Niggas ain't fucking wit you and your wacked sound
Who's the crew you wanna fuck with? (The infrared)
Ai yo C, put the beam to this nigga's head
PCP motherfucker, you lost a few screws
And these niggas don't know so I'm spreading the news
Player hater got my name in his mouth
If I shoot this 9 milli, I'm damn sure he'll wash my name out
Closet nigga can't cuff his nuts so he talk much shit
And be fucked when the Glock hit
I thought you knew that it be on like that
It ain't about the biggest gat, it's who's the first to bust a cap
These loco niggas ain't hearin me
I give much love but have to blast if they fuck with me
And no motherfuckin sympathy (He-huh!)
(The chrome as real as you) I blast if I have to

Chorus

Intro: Mr. Mixx
Big booty hoes -- up wit it!
Hoochie mamas -- up wit it!
Let me see ya touch the ground!

Verse 1: Brother Marquis
I don't know my reputation
But all the niggas in the hood say it's all good
But the bitch ain't shit, so you need to make a switch
Smackin' on ya lips with your hands on your hips
Triflin' slimy, don't try me
Playin' on the phone? You supposed to be grown
Bitch, stop lyin', I ain't with it
Keep runnin' ya mouth and I'ma stick my dick in it
Hoochie hoodrat needs home training
Ghetto-ass always complaining
Tryin to clown in front of my friends
By the way, bitch, can I get those ends?
Fuck theatrics, you ain't no actress
Lay on the mattress and let a nigga splak it
The bitch is full of DRAMA!!
Hoochie hoodrat is a hoe like her momma!

Chorus (2x): Mr. Mixx
She ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama!
[Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama!]
Yeah, she ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama!
[Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama!]

Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice
Hoe I love your big brown eyes
And the way you shake your thighs
Actin' like you're so damn cute
Let a real nigga just knock them boots
I don't need no confrontation
All I want is an ejaculation
'Cause I like them ghetto hoochies
Ones who like to pop that coochie
[Hoo wee!] Miami style!
Makin niggas smile, bitch get wild
'Cause freaky shit is what I like
and I love to see two bitches dyke
My favorite time is 69
Bitch you know it's hoochie time
Fuck what you heard and save the drama
All I want is my hoochie mama!

Chorus (4x): Luke
You ain't nothin' but a hoochie ma-ma!
[Hoodrat hoodrat hoochie mama!]

Verse 3
Marquis:
Mama just don't understand
Why I love your hoochie ass
Sex is what I need you for
I got a good girl, but I need a whore
I like my bitch promiscous
Hot in the ass and ready to fuck
Foreplay your way, our way, my way
Trick or freak, and I hit it on Friday

Kid Ice:
Girl, you know you look so cute
Ridin' 'round town in ya Dazzey Dukes
Come on over for a visit
Let a nigga ride in ya Civic
Cos I like them ghetto hoochies
One who got them big ol' booties
Save the drama for your mama
All I want is my hoochie mama

Chorus (4x): Luke
You ain't nothin' but a hoochie ma-ma!
[Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama!]

Luke: BREAKDOWN!!!

(Mixx scratches: "God damn, you a trooper!)

Outro(2x): Mr. Mixx
You ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama!
[Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama!]
Yeah, she ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama!
[Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama!]

Grapevine (Grapevine)

Ooh...
Grapevine
Ooh...
Grapevine (Grapevine)
Ooh...
Grapevine (Heard it through the grapevine)
Ooh...sho' 'nuff I need you

I heard that you're gonna leave me
Oh, I
Oh, yeah, I heard that you're gonna leave me
Oh, I
I heard it through the grapevine
Oh...
Oh, oh, oh, I heard it through the grapevine
Somebody told me 'bout your plans to leave me
Oh, oh, oh, I heard it through the grapevine
Oh...wow (Wow)

Better you wondered how I knew
'Bout your plans to make me blue
With some other guy you knew before
Between us guys you know I love you much more
It took me by surprise I must say
When I found out yesterday, oh, Lord

I heard it through the grapevine (Heard it through the grapevine)
Not much longer would you be mine (Longer would you be mine)
Heard it through the grapevine (Heard it through the grapevine)
Not much longer would you be mine (Longer would you be mine)

Ooh...
Grapevine
Baby-baby-baby-baby-baby-baby
Don't leave me, girl
Because I need your love so bad

I know a man ain't supposed to cry
But these tears I can't hold inside
Losin' you would end my life you see (Mmm, mmm, mmm)
Because you mean that much to me

You could have told me yourself
That you love someone else

Heard it through the grapevine (Heard it through the grapevine)
Not much longer would you be mine (Longer would you be mine)
Heard it through the grapevine (Heard it through the grapevine)
Baby-baby-baby-baby-baby-baby-baby-baby
Baby

Grapevine
I don't want nobody else, baby
I don't want nobody else
Don't you leave me, don't you leave me, don't you leave
Don't you leave me, no, don't leave me
Don't do it
Ooh...ooh...
[Oh, I]
Ooh...

How much longer, darling, would you be mine
(Please don't tell your mama)
How much longer, darling, would you be mine
(She'll start cryin')
How much longer, darling, would you be mine
(Never try me, try me, baby)
How much longer, longer would you be mine
How much longer, longer would you be mine
How much longer, longer would you be mine (I need you, I need you so bad)
How much longer, longer would you be mine
How much longer, longer would you be mine
(Need your lovin', need your lovin')
(Need your love, your love, your love)
I really want you
Waitin' for your love, your love, your love, your love

Ooh...

Heard it through the grapevine (Said I heard it, said I heard it, baby)
(Don't you leave me, don't you leave me now)
Heard it through the grapevine
(Said I heard it through, heard it through, heard it through, tell me)

Mmm, hmm
(Just a little bit of soul now)
Your love, you know I want it
Your love
Your love, got to have it
Your love

How much longer, darling, would you be mine
(Baby, mama, baby)
How much longer, darling, would you be mine
How much longer, darling, would you be mine
(I love you)
How much longer, darling, would you be mine
(Ooh...ooh...)

Oh, oh, oh, I heard it through the grapevine
Oh, oh, oh, I heard it through the grapevine
Oh, oh, oh, I heard it through the grapevine