Friday (Letra)

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Friday nigga
Whats the word
You got something for me
I’ma see you in 2 seconds
Right, yo pull my rover on the side
Right there police coming man
Heard me

Verse 1:

Yo up in the game on 4 in the morning
And it’s storming and we blitzed
Just rocked another wig yeah we on it
God had blood on his sweat pants
The way the tech dance
On a nigga face
Son ain’t have a chance
Seen him high pitch yellow nigga
>from outta town a young mellow ally
Trying to run through
Hell and song called the dogs to get on him
When we caught him the only famous nigga
Was a lord in his forum
Bum nigga fresh outta jail
I used to play baseball wid him
‘til he got large son bought a whale
As you’re by the entrance
Guess it’s real nigga night out
He moving on his own negligence
Yo lexxy strap up meet you in the back
In the acura spectacular big key stackeler
Seen a nigga gymed down fresh haircut
Trying to swim now
Aqua green avias on brim style wild
We walked by eyeing ‘im
Shorty ain’t looked
He trying to get fly
My niggas ain’t dived on him
Kase had the mack in the vest
The way he moving might be dressed
He made two rights nigga move left
Standing by the incinerator
Thank god he your generator
I can tell bought his lady swade gators
Yo now it’s time to move
Spit nozzles on the tools
Might just bust him quiet style rules
He walked out the crib yup drinked
We at the elevator base
Staring at the nigga chains shake
We looked at him seen all crooked
The we flashed on him
He knew we was live
My man boo stashed on him
Pulled out take of the wool
Nigga cool out
Walk you out the bulding
Betta run nigga move out
This nigga liver than fuck
Larger than fuck betta kill me
All y’all niggas is butt
What spray it up
Took the chains in case
Shot him at point blank range
He started screaming like a cave man
Blood got a salty taste
I can tell furniture fell out his place
Laced now it’s a case
Threw up vomit on my kobe
Snatched all his ice now
Chrome teeth boating of a loan key
Didn’t know the kid was large
Hour later call from jail
Mexicans surrounding the gods
Chill you bigga than the ocean
Slow motion play it off no emotion
But my man in there grossing
What to do they might kill him
We might kill you circulate death
That’s how the real do
We sat there 3 live macks of the year
Crack beers one nigga in the back
Washing off his trackers
Don’t take it serious
Vivid flow luxurious
I’m hearing this’ll
Make a real nigga curious
Friday my day chill pop
Leave ‘em on the highway
Betty won’t never fly my way

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Friday (Letra)

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Friday nigga
Whats the word
You got something for me
I’ma see you in 2 seconds
Right, yo pull my rover on the side
Right there police coming man
Heard me

Verse 1:

Yo up in the game on 4 in the morning
And it’s storming and we blitzed
Just rocked another wig yeah we on it
God had blood on his sweat pants
The way the tech dance
On a nigga face
Son ain’t have a chance
Seen him high pitch yellow nigga
>from outta town a young mellow ally
Trying to run through
Hell and song called the dogs to get on him
When we caught him the only famous nigga
Was a lord in his forum
Bum nigga fresh outta jail
I used to play baseball wid him
‘til he got large son bought a whale
As you’re by the entrance
Guess it’s real nigga night out
He moving on his own negligence
Yo lexxy strap up meet you in the back
In the acura spectacular big key stackeler
Seen a nigga gymed down fresh haircut
Trying to swim now
Aqua green avias on brim style wild
We walked by eyeing ‘im
Shorty ain’t looked
He trying to get fly
My niggas ain’t dived on him
Kase had the mack in the vest
The way he moving might be dressed
He made two rights nigga move left
Standing by the incinerator
Thank god he your generator
I can tell bought his lady swade gators
Yo now it’s time to move
Spit nozzles on the tools
Might just bust him quiet style rules
He walked out the crib yup drinked
We at the elevator base
Staring at the nigga chains shake
We looked at him seen all crooked
The we flashed on him
He knew we was live
My man boo stashed on him
Pulled out take of the wool
Nigga cool out
Walk you out the bulding
Betta run nigga move out
This nigga liver than fuck
Larger than fuck betta kill me
All y’all niggas is butt
What spray it up
Took the chains in case
Shot him at point blank range
He started screaming like a cave man
Blood got a salty taste
I can tell furniture fell out his place
Laced now it’s a case
Threw up vomit on my kobe
Snatched all his ice now
Chrome teeth boating of a loan key
Didn’t know the kid was large
Hour later call from jail
Mexicans surrounding the gods
Chill you bigga than the ocean
Slow motion play it off no emotion
But my man in there grossing
What to do they might kill him
We might kill you circulate death
That’s how the real do
We sat there 3 live macks of the year
Crack beers one nigga in the back
Washing off his trackers
Don’t take it serious
Vivid flow luxurious
I’m hearing this’ll
Make a real nigga curious
Friday my day chill pop
Leave ‘em on the highway
Betty won’t never fly my way

Friday (Letra)

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(Street sounds; Door opens and closes; sounds of baby crying and television)

MOTHER: That’s right! That’s all you do, just sit in front of the TV!
FATHER: Hey, don’t break my balls, shut up already!
MOTHER: You’re not gonna help! I gotta deal with your kids and that loser son of yours…
FATHER: I work hard all day and I gotta deal with your SHIT! (Sound of glass breaking)
MOTHER: What do you fuckin’ think you’re doing? What are you doing?!
FATHER: How do you like that?!
MOTHER: What do you think you’re doing?
FATHER: How do you like that?!
MOTHER: You fucking animal!
FATHER: I told you to shut the hell up!
MOTHER: Don’t you ruin my kitchen! I’m sick of this! I want out! I want out!
FATHER: Get the fuck outta here!
MOTHER: I can’t stand this! You and your lousy fucking kids!
FATHER: Hey, how do you like that you bitch? (More glass breaking)
MOTHER: Don’t you destroy my kitchen!
FATHER: Hey, I’ll destroy your world!
MOTHER: FUCK YOU! You PIECE OF SHIT! Now get out of here you pig!
FATHER: Yeah, get outta here…you!
MOTHER: You and your fucking loser son! (Door slams) I’m outta here! I’m
not dealing with nothing anymore! You piece of shit! I WANT OUT! I WANT OUT!

(Kid breathes heavily; turns on stereo)

MOTHER: Get outta here! Get outta here! I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!!

(Sound of bathroom door opening and closing; bathtub water turned on)

MOTHER: I want you outta here! Right this minute! I gotta use the
bathroom! Whatta you doin’ in there?! You goin’ through my makeup? It’s my
bathroom, I gotta use it! Don’t touch my tampons! It’s my bathroom, I work
hard to keep it clean, I can use it whenever I want!

(Sound of Kid slitting wrists; brief cry of pain)

MOTHER: It’s my bathroom!

(Sound of blood dripping into the bathtub; door opens)

MOTHER: Oh, oh, OH MY GOD! OH JESUS CHRIST! NO! NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! OOOOH MYYYY GOOOOD!!!!

(Dripping continues)

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Lazy gilly was a flower child
All the summer
Calmly running wild
She’d be silly and her friends just smiled
Pass the bottle
Wash the pills down – what went wrong
What went wrong

She don’t care no more
She don’t need to fight it
She don’t care no more
She gets paid on friday

Cooler weather it’s not cool to smile |
Pretty colours
Going out of style
It ain’t so bad when you get used to it
Once you clock in
You’ll take any shit – all right
Ain’t that right

She don’t care no more
She don’t need to fight it
She don’t care no more
She gets paid on friday

Monday morning
Friday’s far away
Pray you’ll make it
It’s a magic day
Bells will ring and you’ll go out to play
Spend your money
Pass the bottle
Friday rules
Friday rules ok

Ain’t talking ‘bout monday
Ain’t talking ‘bout tuesday
Ain’t talking ‘bout wednesday
Ain’t talking ‘bout thursday
I ‘m talking ‘bout . . .

She don’t care no more
She don’t need to fight it
She don’t care no more
She gets paid on friday

She gets paid on friday, friday, friday . . .

Friday (Letra)

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Monday morning comes too early
Work my back to the bone
All day
Monday i keep thinking "weekend’s coming, gonna go home"
Tuesday i hate, oh tuesday
Ain’t no girls on the streets
Tuesday it ain’t good for nothing
Drinking beer and watching tv
Friday, friday evening
Come on friday, it’s been too long
Friday, friday evening
Come on friday, i wanna go home
Wednesday’s hump day, hump day’s wednesday
Over the hump, the week’s half-gone
If i had my pay on wednesday i’d hang out, the hump day’s gone
Thursday, you know i feel better
I can see the end in sight
Think i’ll write myself a letter
Help myself through the night

Friday (Letra)

Billy Crawford

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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!

Friday (Letra)

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Who dat?, what?,
There they go, there they go
There they go
The same motherfuckers,
You know nigga it’s fuckin’ friday
We doin’ it like last friday
(niggas ain’t got shit to do)
(so we gon’ get fucked up)
Who dat?

[verse 1]
Bert and hussein, back to back now that’s flammable
Smokin’ ya brain, attack the track like we some animals
Mechanical, live wire jaw, rap cannibals
Fire force survive behind bars, like we unhurtable
Swervin’ through jerz emerge and serve you don’t deserve to pull,
Another breath of oxygen,
Has is known for oxin’ ‘em
Kool kas’ chrome be droppin’ ‘em,
Killa kane be lockin’ philipane
Drip from a toxic tongue
Get done wid it,
Out of control like we begun wid it
Bricks explode, licked you out the show
That nigga bump did it
I block, like murdock, army fatigued and,
Bout to store blocks an’ fort knox ya minor league shit
Breathe this, ballistic, shell like khadafi
Bringin’ the blizzards when i make bail you can’t stop me,
In jail all that i can see provoking hell,
Chokin’ at a third rail velocity
Obviously ya men have, been barkin’ up the wrong tree
Microphone strong deep bomb first
Ya mind burst within a rhyme verse
Dirty bert rehearse the worse of me,
The black clip’s burnin’ me
The cat who act fraternity
The landscape’s redded,
Fuck it ya man said it
Ya shoulda never let it escape
We won’t wet it,
Squeezing, leavin holes in ya crew,
Maestro can stand through,
When i pass the mac to rock that nigga brand you
When i pass the mac to rock that nigga brand you

[hook]
Ten out of ten
No ya chance is a ninth
We do jail wid no bail
Losin’ half of our life
Livin’ the life of the poor
Losin’ sight in the war
You can slice it down precise
Shit’s trife around the board

[verse 2]
We in this thing together
Tryna build the same cheddar
It’s strange sometimes i think paranoid clutchin’ my waist
A fake couldn’t relate to,
Drugs and honeys,
My hugs are funny
And thugs blow slugs for the money
Gunshots, mobbin’ up quiet late nights
Walkin’ down new, you betta think twice
This shit ain’t right,
It’s all wrong,
Narc’s we slide on
It ain’t safe season
Say it’s strength in numbers
We rolled the whole precint
Rev the whip up,
We live ’98 stick-ups
Loadin’ clips up
That flimsy ass vest we rip up
New jerz, come check us
But don’t test us
Oppose, we throw holes in ya lexus
Act whatever, clap whatever
When we clap we clap together
Leavin’ you cats on the stretcher
O.n.s. and the embassy,
Outlawz and pentagon
If it ain’t that,
It ain’t shit to me
It ain’t shit to me

Hook

[verse 3]
Fake lies, close ya eyes,
Nigga die in the dark
You little hip hop cop,
Playin’ spy in the park
We turn schemes to cream
Cause we fiend for green
Wid the cops and streets watchin’
Ain’t no need to dream
Codine my team,
Full beam on ya knotty
Killuminati to ya body
Got mooned wid the shotti
Getto star you for amaru,
Yak see you tomorrow,
I know you here,
These other niggas be like where are you?
The henny’ll start you,
Dirty ever semi i borrow,
No confrontation or quarrel
I can’t shake up or startle
The time taker
Tying ‘em up like ron baker
Here to shake and break ‘em down
Like the la lakers
I see through ‘em
Ain’t no tellin’ what i’ma bout to leave through ‘em
While he lay there i stay there
While the paramedics’ll breathe through him
Squeeze through him,
Put the e to him, hit ‘em up
He gon’ lay there shakin’ waitin’ for y’all to pick him up
Ya outta there,
Quick as you squeal, i’ll appeal
It’s kill or be killed,
In this world of free steel
Every crew’s a game,
Wearin’ blues is strange
From how you move you’ll be named
For what you doin’ who you claim
You might, think it’s a game
From bein’ critically acclaimed
A war winner for pitiful game
Fuck wid hussein

[verse 4]
From cops got our feet tired
Everybody split up anybody get caught
Son just keep quiet,
These c’s watchin’ me,
Two cds’ of armed robbery
Terroristic bread and possession of stolen property,
Keep to myself that’s how i got to be, cats acknowledge me,
For the simple fact i live everyday of the week periodically
Premeditated robberies, how could you possibly
Mistake imperial s for a mental or methology
I’m realer than the cats that shot at me
I think i’ll probably, ride by and let ‘em sample the varieties,
My hollow ain’t easy to swallow,
Like them five dollar bottles,
Kill or be killed’s my motto,
I do it cause i got to,
I’ma, straight up commodity
I thug in this society
On the side ah me’s my niggas that’ll die for me
Would you ride for me?, or get rode on?
Been in this game so long
I kick slick shit in every sentence
Y’all have to grow on,
Throughout my hard times my vision was blind
Hustlin’ dimes fake niggas wanna beef wid me
I ain’t puttin’ it in my rhymes
You ain’t worth it,
Wid out contact i catch perfect,
Had the heart in front of the crowd
But in your eyes you nervous,
Now start chirpin’,
The .38 special start squirtin’
Leave two holes in ya shirt
And put you on the side street hurtin’,
Now that’s for talkin’ out ya person,
(muthafuckaz)
Fuckaz

[outro]
Fatal hussein, fatal hussein
Aiyyo, (recognise)
Tell somebody come get me
(o.n.s., outlaw)
If not i’ll be home in like 5
Hahahhahha
Motherfuckin’ friday
(tick like time)
For all y’all niggas that wanna fuck wit me
Before my shit come out,
It’s about to drop too bitch,
(y’all don’t know o.n.s nasty new)
Hey ric where the fuck the henny at
Three hundred and sixty motherfuckin’ three days in the waker
Ahaha, yo fuck that calender
I ain’t for that shit…..
Yo a-rock man,
(moddy bang)
It’s on for them niggas
(killa black)
Killa black…..

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Friday
(It’s Friday)

What we gonna do, this love is true
We wanna be together but you’re with some other guy

What we gonna do, this love is true
We wanna be together but you’re with some other guy

What we gonna do, I’m feeling you
We wanna be together but he’s still a friend of mine
We’re outta time

Got a sad sad feeling, goin down a lonely highway
Even though I live for Friday
When we will meet inside our secret hideaway
When I see you comin in my direction
I just can’t keep my hands off of you
Can’t keep it together, ooh

What we gonna do, this love is true
We wanna be together but you’re with some other guy

(You’re with some other guy)

What we gonna do, I’m feeling you
We wanna be together but he’s still a friend of mine
We’re outta time

What we gonna do, this love is true
We wanna be together but you’re with some other guy

(What are we gonna do?)

What we gonna do, I’m feeling you
We wanna be together but he’s still a friend of mine
We’re outta time

Got a bad bad feeling, that I can’t go on this way
Still I can’t hang ‘til Friday
When I will hold you, love you, kiss you right away
When I see you, the feeling just takes me over
Can we keep seeing, believing, that we’ll be together, ooh

What we gonna do, this love is true
We wanna be together but you’re with some other guy

What we gonna do, I’m feeling you
We wanna be together but he’s still a friend of mine
We’re outta time

(What are we gonna do?)

What we gonna do, this love is true
We wanna be together but you’re with some other guy

(I need some help ‘couse it’s breakin me down, baby)

What we gonna do, I’m feeling you
We wanna be together but he’s still a friend of mine
We’re outta time

Is it over?
Nah

Friday…

(I need some help ‘couse it’s breakin me down, baby)

Friday…

What are we gonna do?
(What are we gonna do?)

Friday…

(I need some help ‘couse it’s breakin me down, baby)

What we gonna do, this love is true
We wanna be together but you’re with some other guy

What we gonna do, I’m feeling you
We wanna be together but he’s still a friend of mine
We’re outta time

What we gonna do, this love is true
We wanna be together but you’re with some other guy

What we gonna do, I’m feeling you
We wanna be together but he’s still a friend of mine
We’re outta time

Can’t wait another night
Tonight I wanna love you
I wanna love you

Can’t wait another night
Tonight I wanna love you
I wanna love you

Friday…

What we gonna do, this love is true
We wanna be together but you’re with some other guy

What we gonna do, I’m feeling you
We wanna be together but he’s still a friend of mine
We’re outta time

Friday…

What we gonna do this love is true
We wanna be together but you’re with some other guy
(Can’t wait another night)

What we gonna do I’m feeling you
(Tonight I wanna love you)
We wanna be together but he’s still a friend of mine
(I wanna love you)
We’re outta time

Friday…

What we gonna do, this love is true
We wanna be together but you’re with some other guy
(Can’t wait another night)

What we gonna do, I’m feeling you
(Tonight I wanna love you)
We wanna be together but he’s still a friend of mine
(I wanna love you)
We’re outta time

Friday…

What we gonna do, this love is true
We wanna be together but you’re with some other guy
(Can’t wait another night)

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I live in an Ice house a
I never do dance salsa
I’m living in Jamaca
I live in an Ice Breaker
I’m living in Africa
I never do Know where a
Where I’m living but I’m living in a free fall
Whenever she goes away
Might as well be in San Jose
‘Cause I never can tell where my
Where my heart’s gonna spend it’s time
Half of me’s missing
I miss her Kissing
I don’t know nothing but I know

She’s coming back on Friday
She’s coming back on Friday
She’s coming back on Friday
She’s coming back on Friday

My head is a hurricane
My mind is a touch insane
and my body can’t sleep to dream
And my Eyes open up to scream
And my mouth is a thin straight line
As I’m struggling to pass the time
And my crime is that I’m living life without her
And the morning soon will come
And the days nearly almost done
And the clock says it’s half past five
But the sun is still in the sky

Disorientated
Insatiated
How long I’ve waited but I know

She’s coming back on Friday
She’s coming back on Friday
She’s coming back on Friday
She’s coming back on Friday

Friday (Letra)

Katy Perry

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Yesterday was Thursday, Thursday
Today i-is Friday, Friday (Partyin’)
We-we-we so excited
We so excited
We gonna have a ball today

Tomorrow is Saturday
And Sunday comes after … wards
I don’t want this weekend to end

It’s Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin’ down on Friday
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend

Partyin’, partyin’ (Yeah)
Partyin’, partyin’ (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin’ forward to the weekend