Here comes the weekend Set off your sirens Eh oh eh oh Here comes the weekend Set off your sirens Eh oh eh oh
[Eminem - Verse 3] Yes, yes Nothin’ high class in my glass, only bottles I pop Are bottles of pop so when I pop up in the spot Im prob-ably not gonna be wantin’ to pop bubbly Or Ciroc, I’m not Puffy, but I’mma run this city tonight When I hit it, I might act like a frickin’ idiot Diddy mixed with a medieval knight, big city lights Little indignity, hot diggity, this Biggie is gettin’ me hype. I don’t get some liquor, I’ll hurt you! I’ll knock your dick in the dirt, bickerin’ worse Than that bitch in that Snicker commercial A mixture of Stifler and Urkel, hangin’ from the light fixture I hope you pricks are insured for this buildin’ Cuz we’re tearin’ it down, security get out The frickin’ way, Jesus Christ son the blaring is loud I swear the only thing I hear is the sound Of sirens goin’ EERREERREERRRERR cause
Here comes the weekend, Set off your sirens. Here comes the weekend, Set off your sirens. Eh oh eh oh
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Here comes the weekend, Set off your sirens. Eh oh eh oh Here comes the weekend, Set off your sirens. Eh oh eh oh.