Mack 10 - Tha Weekend Lyrics

Writer(s) : ROBBINS, JIMMY / SMITH, RICK / , Y
Artist: Mack 10 Lyrics
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[Ice Cube]
Tha weekend
All you freak hoe`s freaking
Me and Mack 10 baby come on in
Tha weekend
This **** got you tweaking
Who tha **** want to steal what they got?
It`s tha weekend
All you freak hoe`s freaking
Me and Mack 10 baby come on in
Tha weekend
This **** got you tweaking
Who tha **** want to steal what they got?
It`s tha weekend

[Mack 10]
Yo, I`m looking for tha weekend
The weed got me tweaking
Plus the sticky green got the whole room leaking
I make the kind of **** that get a freak hoe freaking
So pump the bass and check my mic level when I`m speaking
And to you haters out there I see you peeking
So I keep a glock and leave your punk *** leaking
I hear you creeping, even when you`re sneaking
Gimme a reason, if it`s on then I`m squeezing
It`s tha weekend!

[Techniec]
In the streets, ain`t enough ghetto for me
So bad I gotta lug the heavy metal with me
Don`t hang out on your block, I got plans to bubble
Only time you seeing Tech is when I`m causing trouble
Weekend, get my cheque, I`m flossing double
Out the house, running game like I`m off the huddle
Wonder how tough my ride?
Man, ******s cuff they bride
And come home from work three, stuck outside

Chorus: [Ice Cube]
It`s tha weekend
This gat got you leaking
For speaking out of turn, ***** got to burn
Make em squirm, watch em do the funky worm
You got to learn, every ****ing thing you earn
Tha weekend, tha weekend, tha weekend
You can`t **** with weed spin
Tha weekend, tha weekend, tha weekend
You can`t **** with weed spin

[Mack 10]
I`m a hoo-bangin` rider, retaliator till I`m leaving
Mash my opponents till they no longer breathing
I`m hatin to parole these killas and weed dealers
My *****s there ride hoochie *****es and three-willers
**** em strong and long with a groupie or ?bougie? hoe
I like em in a thong when they make their booty go
Run swipe up in, baby bulge and do I get em
When it`s on my *****s get sure in em then I send em

[Techniec]
Ain`t that no mission in the butts is ain`t nothing to me
Up in the club, haters don`t want nothing with me
I been a hog since you *****s was cuffing ya lees
I never hog, I`m looking down at nothing but flees
In your town, I crawl up, nothing but these
Like "Hey ladies!" Yea, who leaving with me?
"Hey fellas!" You need to leave immediately
If you don`t want your *** whupped repeatedly
This is tha weekend!

CHORUS
[Techniec]
It`s MC`s please, we split through on threes`s, wudda
Dayton off the ground laying, like "Whoa!"
I coast through your blocks slow
I`m H20, boy I got that wet flow
To douse your flame, I`ll get that up out ya man
You plot, I`m sorry I shot ya man
See me whippin on the freeway, the LBC way
On the three-way with ?J-Wide? and pack
Hell yea, I`m riding with Mack

[Mack 10]
Mack 10 outside all night selling rocks
Patrolling with the deuce-five burning my socks
This weekend is your life, dying today
Next weekend is your wife, crying at your wake
Punk ***** screaming like "I can`t believe they killed him!"
**** ***** with a stainless plate, we wouldn`t have peeled him
The hoo-banging attitude, with the gat-titude
Seven days a week and make your forehead leak *****!

CHORUS


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