t wait for the weekend to come" So put on the clothes and lets have some fun. I'll get wasted and start some fights, I love being a punk on Saturday night. For
sister Both look at you and got their ass shook up You was crazy, I was crazier for being with you Everybody said I shouldn't, I didn't listen Stealing me outfits for
for nine-fo', word is bond, word is day Brick City brigade in the house for nine-fo', word is bond, word is day Redman rocks on and on for the nine-fo
living salute the dead If you're gonna live, drink like you're dead red wine For blood whiskey, for fate Kick up the dirt in Tompkins square Lift up your flask for
public eye for a reason You're a commodity Rip. Ain't that how you wanna keep it? I keep your whereabouts secret I bring bitches to the crib every weekend
Fake ass gangstaz pretend to be killaz End the drama with a slug from the 4-5th for real uh 1 - makin green for the next man Money ? strugglin plans for
Or, maybe it's the last time I make you cry Make my appeal like the condemned Let's go away for the weekend Your life I will steal And descend with
forget how far I've come? I'm done dying for the past I'm done dying for the past Sins all forgiven now Let's call an even ???? Can't you judge me for
the fuck was y'all thinkin? I leave your body where your boys be at for a weekend Niggas comin outta the store like what the fuck is that stink, bitch
it, what can you do? Closed for the weekend then it's through Saturday and Sunday too A two-day wait with a one-room view On the freeze for a stunt
, there's a pig trying to diss me I popped in the rip of my indo Every twenty seconds I be smoking another bowl Investigating joints for traps, checkin' my herbs for
wide ass pussy and soggy tits? I'm trying to get the shit over with and go to sleep But when I'm with my real freak on the weekend Baby, we fuck for
life I've found all I've waited for And I could not ask for more I could not ask for more than this time together Could not ask for more than this time
no bully's gonna steal Put that dime left over with the others in a box To buy your grandpa a new Buck knife to replace the one you lost Steal your
a rapper, I ain't got the time for speakin' Nigga stay weak like tornado and a tree branch I never have a weak day, my life's a long weekend Fuckin'
who dissed ma mom yeah suck ya dead great gran for ya dads batty crease rude boi It's time to up the levels again A new mc's born every weekend If your
for a reason You're a commodity Rip, ain't that how you wanna keep it? I keep your whereabouts secret I bring bitches to the crib every weekend so why
the country westerns Silver foxes looking for romance In the chain-smoke Kansas flash dance ass pants And you got the hotwax residues You never lose in your razor blade shoes Stealing
