Damn, this a *****
Mother***kin' thing
Ring CJ, do what he doin' in California
Hello? Hey, wuz up *****, it's Face

What up Fizzace?
Feelin' I'm gone come ***k wit you
Come on down loco
Ai, please have some *****es, 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***kin' 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 s****ch 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 ***** don't sleep

Homey' enough and see
Well, hand your ***** some heat
So I can feel warm in these cold *** L.A. streets
Now hook ya ***** 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 *****s can't see me and you can't see my ***** Face
First thang we do is hit the club
I'm seein' hella *****es in the corners, tryin' to show your homey love
This ***** is fly as a bird and gotta *** 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 *****
And the ***** is still hoin'
See, get at broke, ***** 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 *** 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
***k 'em Locc, we gots some *****es at the Mariott

Straight sellin' with my Texas G
Stayin' sucka free as I L-O-C
It's Friday night

You mother***kers better chill
Before you ***k 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 *****
I'll dare ya *** to try to run that 2Pac ****

I goes high-ho silver, like the ***kin' Moan Ranger
Playin' here's out my ****, inside a total ***kin' stranger
You ***kin' 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 *****es off on their way
See ya, you's a fool CJ
*****, how you like the southern California freakin'?
Dogg, I'll be back every mother***kin' 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***kers better lay back
'Cos you can't see that Face
Or it's just the ***** 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***kers better stay down
'Cos y'all punks couldn't see us with ultrasound coward
You mother***kers couldn't see us with gl***es on, y'knowhutI'msayin'?