Let um feel the beat first
I'm 'bout to come through your stereo
Should my rhyme start with the hook
Start with the hook
To my people who don't wanna go to work
Thank God it's
FridayCover me she's 'bout to put up her skirt
Thank God it's
FridayDo your mom now you act so berserk
Thank God it's
FridayWhat's the track what's the track girl
She don't wanna she don't wanna work on
MondayI wanna thank my hood
For makin' me a star before
I had fast cars
And couldn't tell the difference between whoppers and caviar
Before the fame way before things changed
All I wanted to do was freestyle and get a name
I used to work at the fast food restaurant
For minimum wage dreamin
I'm on stage
At 17 I left the house 'cause my father was a minister
And I didn't want the
Marvin route
What's goin on today to sell a song you need a video with soft porn
MC's in the industry you wanna tip
Don't let them pimp you like
GoldyAnd tell
Sony they better have my money'
Cause I play wit the
Comodores and be like
Lionel Richie
Low Income
I stay so hungry that if 50
Cent came to rob me
He'd be part of my charity
I I wanna thank my hood
To my people cuttin' here in the shops
Thank God it's
FridayTo the thugs sweatin' up in the chop shops
Yo it's Friday
To my people that don't got no job
Everyday it's
FridayWhat's the track what's the track yo
She don't wanna she don't wanna work on
MondayAll the ladies sing
I don't feel like cookin' you no breakfast
This mornin'
All my hoodlums say
You don't have to cook me breakfast'
Cause your girlfriend will after you leave
I wanna thank my hood
For the love of money
I know kids who'll slit your throat
Friday the 13th
Jason wit a trench coat
But you can't scare
Suzie'Cause her man got so many uzi's you'd think he was
CadiviMeanwhile she's getting her nails done
Crystal clear so they could shine like wit diamonds
It's such a shame what happened last week
Man they found her under the sheets with a letter from the
Son of Sam
It said to tell
New York I ain't sleepin'
You want to be clubbin' then you better pack your heat in
And to my man
G Swar Rest in
PieceI still poor liquor 1 draw on the cocoa leaf
Inhale exhale smoke grasses
Polices in the area but ain't no need to panic
You wit Wyclef you getting in
If not then we gonna make
CNNI I wanna thank my hood
To my people who don't wanna go to work
Thank God it's
FridayCover me she's 'bout to put up her skirt
Thank God it's
FridayDo your mom know you act so berserk
Thank God it's
FridayWhat's the track what's the track girl
She don't wanna she don't wanna work on
MondayYo to my people cuttin' here in the shops
Thank God it's
FridayTo the thugs sweatin' up in the chop shops
Yo it's Friday
To my people who don't got no job
Everyday it's
FirdayWhat's the track what's the track yo
She don't wanna she don't wanna work on
MondayAll the ladies sing
I don't feel like cookin' you no breakfast
This mornin'
All my hoodlums say
Well you don't have to cook me breakfast'
Cause your girlfriend will after you leave
