torn apart She can't deny it, can't get by it It's so, so bad So give it up, I guess it's overdue I'm over you Give it up, even in your dreams I bet
's doing alright He can play honky tonk just like anything Saving it up for Friday night With the Sultans with the Sultans of Swing Amd a crowd of young boys
city boy, country boy, neva been a monkey boy, jack boys, crack boys, dope boys, trap boys, see me in the club,shawty call me throwback boy, black boys, black toys, eatlin like the fat boys
me or my boys tore it up before So I'm hoping you different Let you push the 6 And give you a different life and Baby if it's right jump on it in the
and Pras ] Yo Yo Yo we dont like-a A jealousy with envy We dont like When you smile and wanna blast me We dont like Stick up, give up your jewelry We
down, Back up, back up. Tell me what cha` gonna do now. Breath in now breath out. Hands up now hands down, Back up, back up. Tell me whatcha` gonna
friday I spit 35 to 40 minutes. Smell up the bathroom like Craig Poone was in it. Ending up, pull your back who swores up in it Anyone can match me
please keep flossin' You can take me home, but, uh, no tossin' It ain't often that a girl get a night on the town That's why I love it when you ball'
the boys go home Well, it's my night to rock No watchin' that ol' clock Oh, ain't no doubt, Lordy it's a girl's night out Two step or the Cotton
boys go home Well, it's my night to rock No watchin' that ol' clock Oh, ain't no doubt, Lordy it's a girl's night out Well, it's a girl's night out
yeah) Hey, hey, whatcha say (Whatcha say, whatcha say) Everybody here, everybody there Throw your hands in the air (Throw your hands up, throw your hands up) Keep it tight, all night
girls walking lookin' so hot, and the little boys' souls grow weak when the girls give them a double shot. School boy pops pull out the stops on a Friday night
girls walking lookin' so hot, And the little boys' souls grow weak When the girls give them a double shot. School boy pops pull out the stops on a friday night
it's just a hood thing, woodgrain, grippin on the Friday* My chain lookin like the sun Swag turned way up, maybe 'cause I'm draped up, stay plush I don
hot All the little girls' souls grow weak when the man-child gives them a double shot The schoolboy pops pull out all the stops on a Friday night
hard rock, yep, always lookin hooked up with tha Clay always cookin, on late night cookin ki's in the kitchen, give me nine ounces let me get up on a
's doing alright He can play honky tonk just like anything Saving it up for Friday night With the Sultans with the Sultans of Swing And a crowd of young boys
[A Friday night in April 1975.] [Backstage at an after-hours club in Saigon.] [Vietnamese bar-girls are getting into costumes.] [GIRLS] One of us will
