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cris the kid - friday fever lyrics
[intro]
put you mothaf-cking hands up
put you mothaf-cking hands up
all my friday night, weed smoking
drinking, cop watching
look
[verse 1]
freeway riding, cruising our way to l.a
homie in the front, dj in the back, we blazed
slowly approach our exit, to accomplish mic wreckin’
we were late, so left the homies by the entrance
they went down faster than high school dresses
parked by a meter, cops lookin’ hot like heater
packed another bong rip, no stoppin’ the cheeba
spraying cologne like a diva, hoping it gets me a diva
but little did i know it was comin’ this dia
arrived at venue, cris the kid in the building
climbing the stairs was the exercise before i started the k!lling
homie said go on first, so i did my thang
but our sound equipment and there’s didn’t wanna hang
mic sounding like sh-t, musical frequencies strange
regardless gotta handle, i’m already on stage
[verse 2]
then i saw this fine -ss chick
thick as booty, the type you wanna grip
surprised me when she hugged the promoter
even more when she went on stage as
performer
light skin gorgeous, waistline flawless
she k!lled it on stage, left me in aww sh-t
her friend i thought he was her boyfriend
eventually that foo wasn’t even important
introduced myself and we watched a performance
she looked fly as f-ck, i had on old sh-tty garments
we made conversation, started laughing and saying
the guy on stage seemed more like he playing
me and her were real, recognized it in one
offered her a drink, she said “don’t drink still have fun”
i said let’s smoke one up ?
she said “she already been smokin’ too much”
her tolerance giving up
[chorus]
friday fever, everyone feeling it in the room
i look around, everyone feeling you
sadly, they don’t even have a clue
of what ?
of what me and you about to do
[verse 3]
downstairs i went, she was already there
exchanging info with mc’s, weed in the air
joint p-ssin’, straight relaxin’, blunt ashen
then saw a look on her face, it spoke panic
she pulled me aside said “cris i need your help
can’t remember where i parked, i ain’t from this town”
i said no worries hun, i won’t let you get towed
her homie came along, we walked over all blown
sh-t wait, she can’t remember where she parked
looked around everywhere, like a hungry as shark
eventually found her whip, thanks to cris the kid
rang the alarm, and continued with our sh-t
[verse 4]
night came to an end, met a brand new friend
i pulled up with my whip, like that sh-t was a benz
plan was to go and record, yet we still couldn’t go
a scrimmage amounted after the show
tempers dyed down, money has its own sound
every cat walked away happy, no frowns
she back in her whip, lookin’ confused and nervous
told her come record at my house, my homie swervin’
she agreed, and she instead followed me
i don’t think i need to tell you the rest of the story
ended up with a night of pure glory
yeah her turn on, luckily i was the receiver
see that’s what happens when you have friday fever
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