I feel like Friday is for ever, looking out at these lights It's Friday night, I'm high as a kite and I just got paid/ The system in the trunk, make ya feel drunk, but still don't fade/ And man I got that old school 305, Uncle Al be so live/ It's time, the ba** is gonna blow your mind/ check it out look look look.. Hand on the steering wheel/ trill, feel chill/ gla** house stout, now here's the deal/ we rolling up and do our thing in shady spots fast/ take our swigs and loose our spliffs if the cops pa**/ my crews cruising for hevas who wanna hop inside/ I got my weight up so we puffing marijuana lites/ things blurred, first words slurr, burn right through/ to the morning cause my homies are a too live crew/ oooh [Chorus: ] We 826 to the 195/ A1A out to ocean drive/ 808 / Make the whole bridge shake/ make the hoes get live/ Back to the south side/ Moments, they feel like drow in the wind/ they feel like drow in the wind, so let me go in again/ Back to the south side, alpine speakers tweeters, base just bounce ride/ You see the whole dunk shake from the outside/ mids on the growl and subs tucked in cowhide/ Trick love the kids but More went the boppers way/ low on the seat deck bumping thug holiday/ Dreams of wood grain, hoes give the time of day/ stay draped in candy paint, color: marmalade/ f** what your momma say, we staying out the whole night/ pick up them girlies now my world is feeling alright/ and if we don't pipe, at least we finna scam a hoe/ sipping on poison but we puffing on the antidote/ we talking [Chorus: x2] And it's time the ba** is gonna blow your mind, your mind/