go but I love to watch her leave But I keep her running back and forth like a soccer team Cold as a winter day, hot as a summer's eve Young Money thieves
your hand, couples skate Disco ball on the floor, grooving to the commodores Get down tonight, sunshine band Donna Summer, last chance for love (Disco) Do it tonight (Disco) Do it all
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) Yo, what's the deal, nigga? Ain't nuthin' pa, we just here and all that Tryna get our head rights, get this money
summer eve young money thieves still your heart with ease (gudda gudda) i like the way you walk it if you walking my way im that red bull so lets fly away lets buy a place with all
see her go But I love to watch her leave But I keep her running back and forth Like a soccer team Cold as a winter's day Hot as a summers eve Young money
Looking Out For Me Like I Was Your Son Hate Picturing The State Of Your Mum Knowing She Lost Her Only Daughter That Never Made It To 21 It All Started On Friday
and hot All the little girls' souls grow weak when the man-child gives them a double shot The schoolboy pops pull out all the stops on a Friday night
's a year ahead of me I almost broke into tears But I held it all together, Ive being waiting for years Plus i practice in the mirror every friday A
she's a year ahead of me I almost broke into tears But I held it all together I've been waiting for years Cause I practice in the mirror every friday
to different climates Green in the summer time, orange in the spring Now it?s black with that purp, I call my whip the Sac King Cuz' I got it All these
Intro: Yeah, whattup, this is Dr. Dre The party's goin on Thank God it's Friday ["Buck buck buck buck booyaka shan!" - KRS One" repeat 4X] Chorus:
died Yellow tape damn, right outside Kentucky Fried Damn Cam, you did it to consumers White and red boomers, blue and red Laguna's Dead all the rumors, all
See the curtains hangin' in the window Evening on a Friday night A little light shinin' in the window Lets me know everything's all right Summer breeze
man I still think them cats are crazy They were askin' if you were around How you was? Where you could be found? Told them you maybe living downtown Driving all
autumn almanac Friday evenings, people get together Hiding from the weather, tea and toasted Buttered currant buns, can't compensate For lack of sun because the summer's all
Hey, Marlon Brando, what would you do in a spot like this I don't play as your pawn tonight Doin' the New York Hustle with a hundred dollar miss Summer
But you don't mind 'coz you got that kind of love I want a Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday love Winter, spring, summer, fall Do it all
