Friday soundtrack

Intro:<br><br>From city to city, coast II coast<br>Friday night is the night they like to party the most<br>(We came, to rock, for everybody)<br>From city to city, coast II coast<br>Friday night is the night they like to party the most<br>From city to city, coast II coast (all night y`all)<br>Friday night is the night they like to party the most<br><br>Verse One: Tash<br><br>(From city to city, coast II coast)<br>I make rappers see more stars than Space Ghost<br>Cause my fiver I kick lyrics make em sound like [walkie talkies]<br>So the poet cracks the Moet while they drink the Old Milwaukee<br>Off the hook with (droppin visions) so the Leo of the trio<br>(Without the sexy voice) scoops more hoes than Theo<br>So I dedicate this rap to all my ghetto spokesmodels<br>Dressin like y`all paid, redeemin Coke bottles<br>So nod to the oddness as the story gets told<br>While I burn these MC`s like Rotisierrie Gold<br>Cause you know the reputation of the L-I-K-Ses<br>The crew that wets you with they beer until somebody undresses<br>I bust my shit and peel! Grab my wheels of steel<br>If y`all niggaz can`t feel me than y`all niggaz ain`t real<br>I hit so hard the WBC<br>Called to ask me could the champ come and train with me<br>Cause my liquidatin flows transpose on niggaroles<br>Individuals, close they eyes, cause I blurred they visuals<br>And I`m about to be as large as Houdini in a minute<br>(Now the party didn`t start) Till the Liks walked in it<br><br>Chorus:<br><br>From city to city, coast II coast<br>Friday night is the night they like to party the most<br>All night y`all (city to city) all night y`all<br>When the Liks is (coast II coast) in the house get hype y`all<br><br>From city to city, coast II coast<br>Friday night is the night they like to party the most<br>All night y`all (city to city) all night y`all<br>(from coast II coast) The Liks is in the house to make it right y`all<br><br>Verse Two: J-Ro<br><br>Yeah... check out my Ro-gram<br>Since I was a kid I got darker<br>I write rhymes so phat I need a marker<br>My style gets bit like Peter Parker<br>If imitation is the greatest form of flattery...<br>...punk don`t flatter me<br>I slam you like a pogue on my dog with no fleas and ticks<br>Chicks love them light-skinned rap niggaz called the Liks<br>Youse a wizard, with no tricks, the J-R-O got the spells<br>You never even heard Rock the Bells<br>My cash flows, like a bloody nose<br>It stains all your clothes, and your pill-ows<br>I come from the home of the Rodney King beatin<br>Pacoma CA, Riff Rack is where I`m eatin<br>Your style is like *do Do DOO* out of service<br>The Liks walk in the jam the punk MC`s be gettin nervous<br>I never take falls, I got more balls than pre-hauls<br>I flow without flaws to scrape all you sucka paws<br>Never ever find the fool that stole my brew<br>(I`ma do mean, terrible, nasty things to you)<br>Don`t lose me, I make a rude bwoy say excuse me<br>If you choose the real shit you can`t refuse me<br>Ask your grandpap I bust the dandy rap<br>I be posted in the bar like Andy Capp<br>And I, could, just, go, all, the, way<br>On Friday<br><br>Interlude:<br><br>Yo whassup baby!!!<br> Yo wasn`t that your nigga there performin?<br>Nah nah that wasn`t him<br> Yo it was mad niggaz in that piece yo<br>What? What was they mad about?<br> ...Yo kid<br>Kid?!! I`m old enough to be your uncle, heh<br>Anyway, where the BUD at?<br> Sorry we do not drink!<br>What the hell you talkin bout we don`t drink<br>I mean the chronic<br> Oh you wanna smoke a L or sumthin?<br>An L? Fuck is that?<br> Man, word<br>Nathin<br> Who the fuck is Nate, tell him<br> It`s Iesha, Farrah, and Kath true...<br><br>Chorus: