Fun Loving Criminals - Friday Night | Текст песни

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• Fun Loving Criminals
• Friday Night

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.

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