Let um feel the beat first
Im bout to come through your stereo
Should I rhyme or start with the hook?
Start with the hook
To my people who dont wanna go to work
Thank God its Friday
Cover me she bout to put up her skirt
Thank God its Friday
Do Your mom now you act so berserk
Thank God its Friday
Whats the track, whats the track girl?
She dont wanna, she dont wanna work on Monday
(I wanna thank my hood)
For makin me a star before I had fast cars
And couldnt 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 Im on stage
At 17 I left the house
Cause my father was a minister
And I didnt want the Marvin route
Whats goin on?
Today to sell a song you need a video with soft porn
MCs in the industry
You wanna tip?
Dont let them pimp you like Goldy
And 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
Hed be part of my charity
(I wanna thank my hood)
To my people cuttin hair in the shops
Thank God its Friday
To the thugs sweatin up in the chop shops
Yo, its Friday
To my people that dont got no job
Everyday its Friday
Whats the track, whats the track yo?
She dont wanna, she dont wanna work on Monday
All the Ladies sing
I dont feel
Like cookin you no breakfast
This mornin
(Wyclef: All my hoodlums say)
Well, you dont 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 wholl slit your throat
Friday the 13th
Jason wit a trench coat
But you cant scare Suzie
Cause her man got so many uzis youd think he was Cadivi
Meanwhile, shes getting her nails done
Crystal clear so they could shine like wit diamonds
Its 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 aint sleepin
You want to be clubbin then you better pack your heat in
And to my man G Swar Rest in Piece
I still poor liquor
1 draw on the cocoa leaf
Inhale, exhale smoke grasses
Polices in the area, but aint no need to panic
You wit Wyclef you getting in
If not, then we gonna make CNN
(I wanna thank my hood)
To my people who dont wanna go to work
Thank God its Friday
Cover me she bout to put up her skirt
Thank God its Friday
Do your mom know you act so berserk?
Thank God its Friday
Whats the track, whats the track girl?
She dont wanna she dont wanna work on Monday
Yo, to my people cuttin here in the shops
Thank God its Friday
To the thugs sweatin up in the chop shops
Yo, its Friday
To my people who dont got no job
Everyday its Friday
Whats the track, whats the track yo?
She dont wanna she dont wanna work on Monday
All the Ladies sing
I dont feel
Like cookin you no breakfast
This mornin
(Wyclef: All my hoodlums say)
Well, you dont have
to cook me breakfast
Cause your girlfriend will
After you leave
(Daddy, play that guitar)
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