The night is callin' me and I just can't wait, my girl is all dressed up, gonna stay out late. Got my whip on blocks so I can be care free, I may love them cops but they don't love me. I rock the conga line with my bad left leg, you know I'm bonafide so you can all get bent. Fuck the war on drugs, fuck that Bin Laden, y'all can't mess with us 'cause where you never been I'm in.
Its Friday night, in the city. Its Friday night, is you with me. Its Friday night, we gettin' busy. In the city.
We don't wait on the line, we don't pay for the drinks, you know the owner is my man, we got it locked like Brinks. That's Mateo on the decks, play my favorite song, in the dj booth my man is hittin' on a bong. I tipped the waitress bank, I tipped the busboy too, I used to work that job but now I work for you'se. We live till we die, ing'in' while we try, I got my loved ones by my side, and keep my eyes on the prize.
Its Friday night, in the city. Its Friday night, is you with me. Its Friday night, we gettin' busy. In the city.
Lovely, don't you ever change...
Its Friday night, in the city. Its Friday night, is you with me. Its Friday night, we gettin' busy. In the city.