Motive Yaypes - Friday Night (Doggy Style) lyrics

Hey yo it's Friday night and we off to the disco/ I'm already outside throwing rocks at your window/ I got my n***as so lets go, we there in the jeep/ tip toe sneak out while your parents asleep/ bit if they catch you on the creep you don't have to tell/ just let your daddy think you'll be back by 12/ that's for real, imma stay nice to you/ I know alotta cats will k** to spend the night with you/ but anyways back to the matter at hand/ we pulling up to the club its overlapping and jammed/ a few shorties outside with a couple of dimes/ we skipped the whole crowd went to the front of the line/ in the VIP with the weed in the pipe/ full moon, pull two getting freaky tonight/ and I'm rolling with my homies and the weekends here/ somebody just told me there a freak in there/ [Chorus: ] If its Friday night and your feeling alright/ yo cash that check get down to this/ All the ladies in the place with style and grace/ hit the dance floor and bounce to this/ And if your holding up the place or your rolling up a J/or blunt just smoke an ounce to this/ All my folk in Dade county who like to get roudy/ and bouty just just bounce to this/ You see there ain't no nothing like a g party pumping/ at six in the morning up in Compton ave/ unless you in the mood for a southern attitude/and bottles filled with brew with a box of mags/ hold up! We still buck on them dames, see much hasn't changed/ G's up we still don't have respect for hoes/ hottest n***as in the game, always bringing it insane/ since that diggy Dr. Dre just left the row/ no follow me flowow follow me to the next episode/ its Mr. Bubonic product, whos always dropping it solid gold/ my steeze is the best from the south to the north, to the east to west when I'm dropping that flow/ now back in an MIA party/ we got weed shroomes and the Mali/ and I'm rolling with my homies and weekends here/ somebody just told me there a freak in there/ [Chorus x1] Rolling down the street smoking endow, sipping on steel reserve/ laid back, with my money on my mind but my money don't exist/ we rolling up a spliff, a twenty or a fifth/ puffing by police weed coming out the whip/ sh**, now I'm lit, but I need another hit/ so i dip around the corner, now I'm on a nother/ mission and wishing upon a star/ for some snoop doggy Dogg or a zanny bar/ ready to make an entrance to back on up/ we trying to steal all your liquire and put it in the back of my trunk/ got five dollor six packs putting in work/ unaccountable amounts of twirk/ i illicit, when I visit, all of yal b**hes/ cause m dot yaypes is the motherf**ing shizit/ b**h! [Chorus x1]