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Album: Miscellaneous (2008)
Artists: Ice Cube

  1. $100 Bill, Y'all
  2. 24 Mo' Hours
  3. 24 Mo' Hours
  4. A Bitch is a Bitch
  5. Bangin'
  6. Cash Over
  7. Chin Check
  8. Friday
  9. Get Off My Dick And Tell Yo Bitch To Come Here (Remix)
  10. Go To Church
  11. Heaven
  12. Higher
  13. How to Survive in South Central
  14. In the Late Night Hour
  15. Let it Rain
  16. Limos, Demos & Bimbos
  17. Maniac in the Brainiac
  18. Men Of Steel
  19. My Loved One
  20. Natural Born Killaz
  21. Pushin Weight Remix
  22. The Shot (Intro)
  23. The World is Mine
  24. Trespass
  25. War & Peace
  26. We Be Clubbin'
  27. We Be Clubbin' (Clark World Remix)
  28. Where Ya At?
  29. Who Are You Lovin
  30. you can do it
  31. You Know I'm a Hoe


Ice Cube
Miscellaneous
Friday
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From Friday Soundtrack.

Verse One:
You know it ain't no stoppin all tha doggs I'm droppin
it's Friday night so everythang is poppin.
I got skin lets spin on da hand,
so let tha games begin.
Yakity yak don't jump back or its on,
callin up Earl on tha car phone.
Mack 10 just got out of court,
rollin through tha hood in his super sport ropin Too $hort.
Eighteens got tha rearview mirrors vibratin,
and deep dish daytons.
You know how we do it,
ain't nuttin to it but tha floss,
overcrowdin Harrison walks.
'Cuz if ya fuck wit ours,
we leave scars,
out of G ride cars,
livin like stars.
Might hit tha highway,
on tha Vegas run fool 'cuz its Friday.

Chorus:
Oh yeah, throw ya neighborhood in tha air,
If ya don't care. [x2]

Verse Two:
Standin outside on a Friday livin on tha edge,
'cuz we all got 'dem hard heads.
It's seems like we all are waitin,
for a drive by playin tag wit satan.
But we chillin yeah we ready and willin,
ya hear about tha latest westside killin.
Forty sippin,
set trippin,
fo' dippin,
get tha grip in,
neva slippin.
BG's tryin tah hang out,
but OG said take ya little ass in tha house.
My big homey just got out,
used tah be down now he's just crack ad.
He's bout hard as Darth Vada
in his sweat shirt, khakis and Chuck Taylors.
Just see him in the drive way,
gettin beat like a smoka fool 'cuz it's Friday.

-Chorus-

Verse Three:
Why must I be like dat and chase da cat,
or settle for a hoodrat.
Dookie braids no dreadlocks,
flyin in and out of jail have a chicken and a cock.
And I love her 'cuz she down,
tah fuck around wit tha underground pussyhound.
And her ass is big round and wide,
jacked up makin nigga down tah ride.
Smokin indo,
playin dat Super Nintendo,
hear a rat tat tat on my window.
Gave her ass dat pelvic thrust,
don't trust tha rubber 'cuz its bound tah bust.
In tha oven in tha nappy,
I had on two so I was happy.
'Cuz dat HIV'll make ya dick hang sideways,
and dat ain't cool fool 'cuz its Friday.

-Chorus-

Throw tha west side in da air,
Throw tha east side in da air,
Throw tha south side in da air,
Throw tha north side in da air.
Oh yeah!
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