The Weekend Songtext
von N2Deep

Now, let me take you on a trip
You better get a grip partner
We movin′ fast, my homie got his foot on the gas
We ride, slip side high sidin' around
We in the 707, ho, you know the V-town
′Cause all that thumpin' and pumpin' is like hurtin′ my back
But don′t turn it down, because I like it like that

And in fact, you can even turn it up some
Make it hit like a motherfuckin' shotgun
I′m kinda twisted, I've been like this all day
But it′s the weekend though, so I'm feeling okay
Straight 55 showin′ on the L.E.D
We seen two tight, and who said they knew me?
I said what's up and ran my game kinda hard on 'em


Because they both had a lot of backyard on ′em
(But was it cool?) Hell yeah, in effect bro
Two of the baddest broads I ever seen from Sacto
So like a mack, I bumped the hoe
Jumped in the backseat and man I humped the hoe (ha-ha)
I know that it wasn′t really right, in broad daylight
But so what I had plans for the night

'Cause it′s the weekend
It's the weekend

Now it′s the weekend, and when the weekend comes, I get dumb
Sip on everything from gin to rum
So if you see me toe-up, don't try to make me slow-up
′Cause I ain't gonna stop until I throw up or blow up
So, won't you fill my glass up
I ain′t drivin′ tonight, so you know I can't pass up
The 800, I run it like real quick
′Cause it will make any woman look real thick

So keep going, just pour me a little bit more
You think I'm trippin′ but this really ain't shit though
I know I′m toe-up, but yo, I ain't the first to be (yeah)
'Cause all my homies get toe-up even worse than me
So if tonight you see one, I bet you a G
They ain′t the loaded on the full of that Old E
But see that′s cool
Because they tryin' to get lit man, and I am too


′Cause it's the weekend
It′s the weekend

Now it's the weekend, so I′m fully strapped
22 homies, and a gang of raps
We got 40s of cold, drink more than enough
Dank trunk, full of the funk and we rollin' on full tank
We doin' things that we really shouldn′t even do
So don′t trip when you see us comin' through

Straight slidin′, ridin' with our feet up
Turnin′ a couple tight ones
Smokin' the fuckin′ whole damn street up
We got the beat up so all of y'all can hear us
If you ain't with the game then hoe, don′t come near us
′Cause we kick it the real way

And like mi padre said, make all the young hoes pay
So follow up if you want someone to lay with you
We'll do you up, but we just can′t stay with you
'Cause after hit you, get your good you know we gotta go
So peace and love, adios, hoe

′Cause it's the weekend
It′s the weekend

Ah, yeah, check this out
You know I'd have the same result to the pussy, y'all a player, OE
To the big fat attire Mr, Quallo, Wild C
To the little half-tie, maniac, Tangere
And to the red head snaky boy from up North, Larry J
Without you all, the weekend just wouldn′t be the same
So, stay strong, we love y′all