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(feat. CJ Mack) 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 SongtexteIt'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? Aus Songtexte Mania