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Weekend

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  • 作曲 : Jermaine Dupri/James Phillips/Delmar Arnaud
    (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 ****** 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 ****
    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 ***** 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 ****** smooth but ***** 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 ****
    And a pocket full of fetti, let's go
    See all I want is some head and some *****
    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
  • 作曲 : Jermaine Dupri/James Phillips/Delmar Arnaud
    (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 ****** 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 ****
    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 ***** 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 ****** smooth but ***** 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 ****
    And a pocket full of fetti, let's go
    See all I want is some head and some *****
    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