Weekend Nights – D.I.T.C – letras

[ A.G. ]Now once I flick my bick, and the dutch get litBloodeye spit, like you bust my shitWill it never happen, I’m forever rappin’I clap ’em, and dead ’emSend ’em home packing, for actingThe black’s inEase the pain just like tunactingHoney is fine as a f**k, plus she snuck the mack inGuess what, next up, she turn assassinAlong with, thirty of my dirty niggaz, blastin’I hear em platinum callin’, and worldwide touringYou want hoes? Come to any show I’m performingYou rob me tonight? You want make it to the morningRolled up on ’em, when this killers froze up on ’emAnd I came with a whole truck for ’emTry to tell ’em, that he got no bucks they won’t bust for ’emAnd if sh*t get hectic, I’m calling mo’ niggazGoldgetters, golddiggaz get no liquorsBut no weed, we hold figgazAnd we so cheat (?), and we hold heat[ Chorus ] [ 2x ]It was a weekend night and my niggas is chillingBurners in the bushes and the Lexus spillingBlunts getting blazed, mad chicks is trippingMy niggas get ya dirt on[ A.G. ]Now some cats in the hood wear shorts for drawsSweats for longjohns, tryin’ to get their warm onI’m strong on, any song I perform onGet papes, celebrate like the date I was born onI spit blood and get love, sip Bud and flip custhem niggas wanna leave me twisted like the spliff doesBut I react, hoes in ya head watch ya sh*t floodLike Noa’s Ark, blunts burnin’ like Jona Fark (?)I squeeze with ease like Tone and MarkWe (?) demolish straight from (?)Deeper than knowledgeEquipped to speak at ya collegeYou kill me fronting when I’m for really comingCarravans packed up with my mans in ’em’Cause I really want emIt’s all good like Willy HuntingWatch my diamonds glitter, I sit back and really realizeThat I’m the nigga, they wanna know meIf you feel me, come show meIs it really real? Or ’cause I know Pun and JoeyYeah my sh*t shine my sunny RollyIt couldn’t hold me, if you was thick like Shaq or quick like KobeShow & A get the love, my niggaz mix the ? with the BudShow the dirty don and mister MudChicks give quickies and flicks in clubs, so hit the dutchAnd if sh*t get hectic, I’m calling mo’ niggazGoldgetters, golddiggaz get no liquorsBut no weed, we hold figgazAnd we so cheat (?), and we hold heat[ Chorus ] [ 2x ]It was a weekend night and my niggas is chillingBurners in the bushes and the Lexus spillingBlunts getting blazed, mad chicks is trippingMy niggas get ya dirt on