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• Artiste: Daz Dillinger
• Titre: Weekend
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(feat. Johnta Austin) [Chorus: Johnta Austin] Tell your friends, to get with my friends And we can be friends, and do it all weekend Smoke blunts, get drunk, do it all weekend From Thursday to Friday to Saturday to Sunday [Daz:] Well I was chillin' sittin', smokin' in my Escalade Cadillac pimpin', lookin' for a escapade I saw some bad body with a beautiful face What it is hoe, you ain't from around the way You got everybody lookin' and ya know that Hair right, outfit, ass so phat On top of that baby girl know just how to throw that Too fine for me to fight and try to hold back I had to immediately hit her with some West Coast game Cause uh, all these niggaz screamin' what's yo' name And uh, buyin' roses and the best champagne She can see through the glass that yo' ass is lame She cool, she ain't trippin' off no cash flow Cause she went to school and still puff-puff-pass though Right in my alley, as we sat there shootin' the shit I broke it down, broke it down to the shorty like this [Chorus: Johnta Austin] Tell your friends, to get with my friends And we can be friends, and do it all weekend Smoke blunts, get drunk, do it all weekend From Thursday to Friday to Saturday to Sunday [Daz:] I told the hoe "You ain't had it 'til you had mine" I'ma make you forget the nigga name of the last time I'ma have you in my bed beggin' me for halftime And after that we smoke-smoke and have some red wine I can see it in her eye, she got the program And plus she know she ain't dealin' with a poor man I'm in the mood for some candles and some slow jams A lot of niggaz smooth but nigga I'm so down, and (Girl I ain't playin' no games I hope you're ready, for sure I got the bubbly and a pound of that weed and a pocket full of fetti, let's go See all I want is some head and some pussy And I'll tell ya, for sure Girl I ain't playin' no games, I hope your ready) {Is you ready?} (Let's go) [Chorus: Johnta Austin] Tell your friends, to get with my friends And we can be friends, and do it all weekend Smoke blunts, get drunk, do it all weekend From Thursday to Friday to Saturday to Sunday