Weekend Lyrics - Daz Dillinger

Can't know, what this is, shaty 

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 now 

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 

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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 

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 now 

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 now 

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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 you're ready 

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 now 

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 now