Let um feel the beat first I´m bout to come through your stereo Should I rhyme or start with the hook? Start with the hook To my people who don´t wanna go to work
Thank God it´s Friday Cover me she bout to put up her skirt Thank God it´s Friday Do Your mom now you act so berserk Thank God it´s Friday What´s the track, what´s the track girl? She don´t wanna, she don´t wanna work on Monday (I wanna thank my hood) For makin me a star before I had fast cars And couldn´t tell the difference between Whoppers and caviar Before the fame Way before things changed All I wanted to do was freestyle and get a name I used to work at the fast food restaurant For minimum wage Dreamin I´m on stage At 17 I left the house
Cause my father was a minister And I didn´t want the Marvin route What´s goin on? Today to sell a song you need a video with soft porn MC´s in the industry You wanna tip? Don´t let them pimp you like Goldy And tell Sony they better have my money Cause I play wit the Comodores and be like Lionel Richie Low Income, I stay so hungry that if 50 Cent came to rob me He´d be part of my charity (I wanna thank my hood) Chorus LyricsCafe.com To my people cuttin hair in the shops Thank God it´s Friday
To the thugs sweatin up in the chop shops Yo, it´s Friday To my people that don´t got no job Everyday it´s Friday What´s the track, what´s the track yo? She don´t wanna, she don´t wanna work on Monday All the Ladies sing I don´t feel Like cookin you no breakfast This mornin (All my hoodlums say) Well, you don´t have To cook me breakfast Cause your girlfriend will After you leave (I wanna thank my hood) For the love of money I know kids who´ll slit your throat
Friday the 13th Jason wit a trench coat But you can´t scare Suzie Cause her man got so many uzi´s you´d think he was Cadivi Meanwhile, she´s getting her nails done Crystal clear so they could shine like wit diamonds It´s such a shame what happened last week Man they found her under the sheets with a letter from the Son of Sam It said to tell New York I ain´t sleepin You want to be clubbin then you better pack your heat in And to my man G Swar Rest in Piece I still poor liquor 1 Draw on the cocoa leaf Inhale, exhale smoke grasses
Polices in the area, but ain´t no need to panic You wit Wyclef you getting in If not, then we gonna make CNN (I wanna thank my hood) To my people who don´t wanna go to work Thank God it´s Friday Cover me she bout to put up her skirt Thank God it´s Friday Do your mom know you act so berserk? Thank God it´s Friday What´s the track, what´s the track girl? She don´t wanna she don´t wanna work on Monday Yo, to my people cuttin here in the shops Thank God it´s Friday To the thugs sweatin up in the chop shops Yo, it´s Friday To my people who don´t got no job Everyday it´s Friday
What´s the track, what´s the track yo? She don´t wanna she don´t wanna work on Monday All the Ladies sing I don´t feel Like cookin you no breakfast This mornin (All my hoodlums say) Well, you don´t have To cook me breakfast Cause your girlfriend will After you leave (Daddy, play that guitar)
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