[Verse One] Yo it's Friday night, and ain't nothin to do Think I'll check out the show where the flavor is true From 12 to 2, they provide for you And bless the airwaves with the vibe that's new Yo Soul, check the levels is it comin in clear? Well get your tape ready cause the hour is near Sound Providers are here, time to bless the sphere This the Choc with the Friday night world premiere Stand clear cause we're takin you back to the day To a time when the MC had somethin to say There was radio play, and the people would say "God damn that DJ made my day" [Verse Two] Independent, or major, as long as there's flavor Joints get rocked, when my man Choc Gives the command on the FM band The crates arrive, and the tables are manned By a street magician, movin the pitch and Gettin mad busy on a musical mission The streets are listenin, the flavor's on time We shine, with the Friday night rhyme At midnight, the request lines are lit up Choc is on the mic, askin all of y'all to get up Out of your chair and throw your hands in the air Scoopin up props from Watts to Bel Air It's like that {Choc scratches: "Friday nights"*}