[Chorus:]
Tellin people that I'm comin by
Got dat shit that'll get you high
Talkin shit cause I'm off tonight
And your really gunna feel alrite
[Verse:]
Cook sumthin serve sumthin
Like george gerb sumthin
Finger roll michael erv sumthin
Smoke sumthin [echoes]
Cause it's da holidaze
Get ya dolla dayz
Pop a collar blaze
I come through with a brand new light blue
Ready to eat shit, niggas compete my shit
Got tha whole family on tha lawn
Sum eyess git jealous like that bitch but so...
But don't git over jealous
And try to ball with a nigga through like devil hataz
I pour like them devil wettas
Knock em' back and treat you like you neva met us
So this year through your awkward cheer
I disapear nigga
Holla if we clear nigga
It's ice cube you can call me the grinch
Got your christmas list but I ain't buyin you shit bitch
[Chorus]
[Hook: Ice Cube]
Watcha gon do for tha holidaze?
(You know...)
(I'm comin through for tha holidaze)
Watcha gon do for da holidaze?
(I'm comin through to scoop you for da holidaze)
Friday After Next Soundtrack Album Lyrics
Friday After Next Soundtrack Lyrics
- Westside Connection - Its The Holidaze
- Flipmode Squad - Just Chill
- FT - HighTimes
- Nappy Roots - Got All'at
- Krayzie Bone - Wonderful World
- 50 Cent - Bad News
- Rockwilder presents Whateva - Mardi Gras
- Roscoe - Get Ready
- Calvin Richardson - Go to the Club
- Leon Haywood - I Wanna Do Something Freaky To You
- Slave - Slide
- Donny Hathaway - This Christmas
- Santa Baby - Santa Baby
- The Temptations - Silent Night
Writer: DALLAS AUSTIN, DALLAS L AUSTIN, WILLIAM CALHOUN, O'SHEA JACKSON, JR., DEDRICK D'MON ROLISON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Just Chill
by Flipmode Squad
CHORUS (JON YOUNG):
So tired, so sick
Of yo shit
Its ova
Everytime i turn around
U right ova mah shoulda(3times)
I can't live witchu all up in my grill
I dont undastandi wish that u could just chill
BREAKDOWN (JON YOUNG):
No matter what i do
Its neva good enuff fo u
I keep on tryin 2 please ya
But i dont need ya
If u goin be trippin
Everytime i see ya
VERSE 1 (JON YOUNG):
Sick & tired of all the questions
Its gettin a bit much
Every button that i touch
Sets u offand then im f*cked
Cuz no matter what i do or what i say
Im always wrong
If i call then im callin too much
Or not at all
Either way i'm messin up
I'm fightin a losin battle
The winners been determined
So im finna put down my paddle
Cuz im sick of alwayz playin this game
Its gettin old
Girl u know i ain't cheatin
U jus wanna be in control
But i can't be havin that
Cuz im a grinder and u know this
U need 2 jus chill
Consider this ur final notice
I got thangz to do
Deal wit it or girl im dunzo
If u trip over sum shit again
U goin be solo
My fundz low
So i gotta get back on my grind
No more givin in when u trippin
Im wastin time
U know i ain't finna do u wrong
Thats why im sayin chill
Wit me u always know the deal
Girl i always keep it real
VERSE 2 (J CASH):
Just got in the door
And there you was waiting
But not to greet me
Just to start with your interogating
Where I been?
I told ya, I was with my friend
Oh my god, here we go with this ish again
I ain't gotta prove myself
I been did that
I done got you everything you need
And then that
So I ain't answer my phone
And now u all mad at me
Think Im cheatin
When you see I got a low battery
Its like you feed on drama
And I dont need that
Always over my shoulda
So Ima leave that
You need to understand
N I dont think Im wrong
That Once n awhile
I need some myspace like
N Same goes for the fellas
You need to trust yo lady
Jus hold on loosely
Clingin too tight gonna drive her crazy
But I done found a good one
And damn she keep it real
You havin problems, talk about it
Tell em Just Chill
So tired, so sick
Of yo shit
Its ova
Everytime i turn around
U right ova mah shoulda(3times)
I can't live witchu all up in my grill
I dont undastandi wish that u could just chill
BREAKDOWN (JON YOUNG):
No matter what i do
Its neva good enuff fo u
I keep on tryin 2 please ya
But i dont need ya
If u goin be trippin
Everytime i see ya
VERSE 1 (JON YOUNG):
Sick & tired of all the questions
Its gettin a bit much
Every button that i touch
Sets u offand then im f*cked
Cuz no matter what i do or what i say
Im always wrong
If i call then im callin too much
Or not at all
Either way i'm messin up
I'm fightin a losin battle
The winners been determined
So im finna put down my paddle
Cuz im sick of alwayz playin this game
Its gettin old
Girl u know i ain't cheatin
U jus wanna be in control
But i can't be havin that
Cuz im a grinder and u know this
U need 2 jus chill
Consider this ur final notice
I got thangz to do
Deal wit it or girl im dunzo
If u trip over sum shit again
U goin be solo
My fundz low
So i gotta get back on my grind
No more givin in when u trippin
Im wastin time
U know i ain't finna do u wrong
Thats why im sayin chill
Wit me u always know the deal
Girl i always keep it real
VERSE 2 (J CASH):
Just got in the door
And there you was waiting
But not to greet me
Just to start with your interogating
Where I been?
I told ya, I was with my friend
Oh my god, here we go with this ish again
I ain't gotta prove myself
I been did that
I done got you everything you need
And then that
So I ain't answer my phone
And now u all mad at me
Think Im cheatin
When you see I got a low battery
Its like you feed on drama
And I dont need that
Always over my shoulda
So Ima leave that
You need to understand
N I dont think Im wrong
That Once n awhile
I need some myspace like
N Same goes for the fellas
You need to trust yo lady
Jus hold on loosely
Clingin too tight gonna drive her crazy
But I done found a good one
And damn she keep it real
You havin problems, talk about it
Tell em Just Chill
Writer: ALEXANDER HARMON GERARD, KEITH WILKINS, LEROY JONES, RASHIA FISHER, ROGER MCNAIR, TREVOR SMITH, WILLIAM A LEWIS
Copyright: Lyrics © Raleigh Music Publishing LLC, JELLYBEAN MUSIC GROUP, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Raleigh Music Publishing LLC, JELLYBEAN MUSIC GROUP, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Got All'at
by Nappy Roots
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Wonderful World
by Krayzie Bone
[x3]
What a wonderful world, world, world, world
Is this really a wonderful world, world, world?
[Chorus]
Out in the streets, streets
When the thugs play out in the streets, street
We blast that pistol
You's a damn fool if you don't duck, duck, duck
We do what we gotta do to survive, gotta stay alive
Even if the nine millimeter has to whistle
We can whistle while we work
[Krayzie]
Now I remember mama told me not to be up on the block trying to push rocks
She said, "Cause that's the reason that your brother right now in trouble with the cops"
I said, "No way not me, ma"
But when she turned her back I stuffed the llello in my sock
Hopped on my BMX, and I'm out
Yeah, I got what the fiends need
If you need some weed, I got it
Got the powder and can rock it for ya (rock it for ya)
My first employer was my bigger brother
Til his ass got knocked and locked the f*ck up
Stuck up in that system and I miss him
But can't stop eating meals 'cause he in there
And he should be happy I'm out so I can send him commisary
As I reach my territory, I jump off my lowrider
Yeah, thats my bike but you don't tell nobody
Soon as I hit the corner the fiends was on a nigga
Had to them bustas quit hatin' just cause my boulder's bigger
First I bust a ten, then I bust a twenty sale
Another fifty sale, shit today the fiends are spending well
Couple hours past and I got two rocks left
And I need to get these off
Walk up a few blocks where
Them niggas think they ballin', but they smokin' man
I tell 'em, I got them double up's
And sell my dope to them
If you don't tell nobody, I won't tell nobody
Paid them niggas two for twenty
I went home and I got pissy (pissy)
Drunk as a skunk, roll me a blunt
This is shit we do everyday
We can't front, can't front
[Chorus]
[Krayzie Bone]
Well, well, well
[K-Mont]
It was just, one of them days on the ave of Lincoln
I'm just sittin' on the mail box watchin' and thinkin'
I just bought all my rocks and the fiends is rushin'
A little boy ran in the streets and his moms is fussin'
The neighborhood watch, they called the police twice
And my niggas always fight over a game of dice
Everyday it's like a story, it's so much drama
My girl just found out that I'm hittin' her mama
And my niggas who went to college, they never keep in touch
And my next door neighbor, he just stole the bread truck
He also stole a taxi, would brag and wouldn't care
He started pickin' up niggaz and started chargin' 'em fare
[LaReece]
I guess the year was about 1981
I'd say I was about eight
Standing on the corner, bullets rang out
A little hoodster exposing too much
Niggas on my block play real robbers and cops
Big sis shootin' at niggas through the mail box
'Cause motherf*ckers knew it wasn't no males in the house
Momma's at work, daddy who knows?
I got tired of wearing my sister's clothes
Young and shit, already on a role
Playin' look-out for the corner dope house
Start earnin' some clout
Got bigger, developed a figure
Got me a nigga, and then my thang start learnin' the game
Seperating the real niggas from the lames
The street light's 'bout to come on
I gotta go home, ain't shit changed
[Chorus]
[Krayzie]
Well, well, well, well
[Asu]
Yo, I got needs and stuff, I had to be poppin' marry
I hit her with the "Is you is, or is you ain't my baby?"
I know a Tom, know a Jerry, call 'em 'Su and Eve
I be goin' down in history, not a cliff, like Heath
Where beef comes from size, and give me 'em all baby
And what, what, no motherf*ckin' gravy? (no gravy?)
Y'all have made me, Taz-mania mad
An I heard Damizza got him a little Arabian lad named Hodgi
Doin' his thing like Sagi
I'm tired of seein niggas do it
Time to watch me
Y'all remember the channel, the time and place
Just get on the couch, a floor, and find a space
Moms and pops worked all week to get the phatter place
So your little ass had a TV on Saturday
I know I took ya back, you ain't gotta thank 'Su
Just remember, you rascals is little and I will spank you
[Chorus]
[Krayzie Bone]
well, well, well, well
[Whistling]
[x3]
What a wonderfull world, world, world, world
Is this really a wonderfull world, world, world
What a wonderful world, world, world, world
Is this really a wonderful world, world, world?
[Chorus]
Out in the streets, streets
When the thugs play out in the streets, street
We blast that pistol
You's a damn fool if you don't duck, duck, duck
We do what we gotta do to survive, gotta stay alive
Even if the nine millimeter has to whistle
We can whistle while we work
[Krayzie]
Now I remember mama told me not to be up on the block trying to push rocks
She said, "Cause that's the reason that your brother right now in trouble with the cops"
I said, "No way not me, ma"
But when she turned her back I stuffed the llello in my sock
Hopped on my BMX, and I'm out
Yeah, I got what the fiends need
If you need some weed, I got it
Got the powder and can rock it for ya (rock it for ya)
My first employer was my bigger brother
Til his ass got knocked and locked the f*ck up
Stuck up in that system and I miss him
But can't stop eating meals 'cause he in there
And he should be happy I'm out so I can send him commisary
As I reach my territory, I jump off my lowrider
Yeah, thats my bike but you don't tell nobody
Soon as I hit the corner the fiends was on a nigga
Had to them bustas quit hatin' just cause my boulder's bigger
First I bust a ten, then I bust a twenty sale
Another fifty sale, shit today the fiends are spending well
Couple hours past and I got two rocks left
And I need to get these off
Walk up a few blocks where
Them niggas think they ballin', but they smokin' man
I tell 'em, I got them double up's
And sell my dope to them
If you don't tell nobody, I won't tell nobody
Paid them niggas two for twenty
I went home and I got pissy (pissy)
Drunk as a skunk, roll me a blunt
This is shit we do everyday
We can't front, can't front
[Chorus]
[Krayzie Bone]
Well, well, well
[K-Mont]
It was just, one of them days on the ave of Lincoln
I'm just sittin' on the mail box watchin' and thinkin'
I just bought all my rocks and the fiends is rushin'
A little boy ran in the streets and his moms is fussin'
The neighborhood watch, they called the police twice
And my niggas always fight over a game of dice
Everyday it's like a story, it's so much drama
My girl just found out that I'm hittin' her mama
And my niggas who went to college, they never keep in touch
And my next door neighbor, he just stole the bread truck
He also stole a taxi, would brag and wouldn't care
He started pickin' up niggaz and started chargin' 'em fare
[LaReece]
I guess the year was about 1981
I'd say I was about eight
Standing on the corner, bullets rang out
A little hoodster exposing too much
Niggas on my block play real robbers and cops
Big sis shootin' at niggas through the mail box
'Cause motherf*ckers knew it wasn't no males in the house
Momma's at work, daddy who knows?
I got tired of wearing my sister's clothes
Young and shit, already on a role
Playin' look-out for the corner dope house
Start earnin' some clout
Got bigger, developed a figure
Got me a nigga, and then my thang start learnin' the game
Seperating the real niggas from the lames
The street light's 'bout to come on
I gotta go home, ain't shit changed
[Chorus]
[Krayzie]
Well, well, well, well
[Asu]
Yo, I got needs and stuff, I had to be poppin' marry
I hit her with the "Is you is, or is you ain't my baby?"
I know a Tom, know a Jerry, call 'em 'Su and Eve
I be goin' down in history, not a cliff, like Heath
Where beef comes from size, and give me 'em all baby
And what, what, no motherf*ckin' gravy? (no gravy?)
Y'all have made me, Taz-mania mad
An I heard Damizza got him a little Arabian lad named Hodgi
Doin' his thing like Sagi
I'm tired of seein niggas do it
Time to watch me
Y'all remember the channel, the time and place
Just get on the couch, a floor, and find a space
Moms and pops worked all week to get the phatter place
So your little ass had a TV on Saturday
I know I took ya back, you ain't gotta thank 'Su
Just remember, you rascals is little and I will spank you
[Chorus]
[Krayzie Bone]
well, well, well, well
[Whistling]
[x3]
What a wonderfull world, world, world, world
Is this really a wonderfull world, world, world
Writer: PHIL SAWYER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Bad News
by 50 Cent
[ Featuring G Unit ]
Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news
Tony Yayo in the house, bad news
50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it's bad news
Trey pound's in the house, bad news
40 Kal's in the house, bad news
I got a knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it's bad news
I think little man mad cause I'm flossin' bad
I ain't a wrestler, but I'll put your bitch the Boston crab
I talk money cause it costs to brag
Round here bitches walk around wit the hair that the horses had
Rap it get your face stuck on them bricks
I don't really like to exercise but I'll push up on a bitch
Y'all sweet like ninety-nine bananas
That's why I got ninety-nine niggas wit ninety-nine hammers
They all want a nigga to stop
Cause I rap slick enough to slip the ring off of Vivica Fox
I'm just a playa that found out what the coaches know
So I'mma be around longer than the Oprah show
You and your man y'all both should know
That all it takes is a finger to send you where the ghosts go
Shit I been hated since the fifth grade
That's why my best friend's a the tre pound, a ice pick, and a switch blade
I don't like you, you don't like me
It's not likely that we'll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, Banks' back at it again)
I don't like you, you don't like me
It's not likely that we'll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, Tony's back at it again)
Rule number one pick a target and study him for weeks
See where they rest at and lay with their peeps
Now you got the drop, know their daily routine
So the second rule please leave the crime scene clean
Third rule pick a day, fourth rule pick a time
Fifth rule pick a fifth, sixth rule pick a nine
And the seventh rule make sure your sidearm sweet
So when the shootout you leave him six feet deep
Eighth meet in a fast car with disguise
Use a ski mask with shades on your eyes
Ninth rule don't say shit cause po-po listen
F*ck around you end up being stuck in the system
And the tenth rule don't put a tag on a broken heart
Just put a toe-tag on your mark
And rule number 11, you caught a body but you not a legend
You better watch where you heading
I don't like you, you don't like me
It's not likely that we'll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again)
I don't like you, you don't like me
It's not likely that we'll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again)
Don't go against me I'll hurt your feelings
Stones in my cross the size of your earrings
My confidence level's high nigga can't tell
Lickin my lips at ya bitch like I'm LL
I smile like a nigga in jail receiving mail
Better yet like a nigga in the bookings that made bail
From day one I came in the game they said I was hot
They got scared, "Cent got money," and I got shot
You put pressure on me when you compare me to 'Pac
I'm just a new kid, I can't help that I'm hot
What little niggas say to 50 cent don't matter
I'll fire shots at the shepherd and watch the sheep scatter
My enemies never turn into friends, my friends turn into enemies
You scared then get the f*ck around me
Record execs, know not to play wit my check
I come through and put my knife on that vein in ya neck (YEAH!)
I don't like you, you don't like me
It's not likely that we'll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again)
I don't like you, you don't like me
It's not likely that we'll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again)
Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news
Tony Yayo in the house, bad news
50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it's bad news
Tray pound's in the house, bad news
40 Kal's in the house, bad news
I got a knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it's bad news
Writer: MARVIN BERNARD, MICHAEL J. CLERVOIX, CURTIS JAMES JACKSON, CHRISTOPHER CHARLES LLOYD
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Mardi Gras
by Rockwilder presents Whateva
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Get Ready
by Roscoe
(feat. Mr. Kane)
Straight to the whole world
I got the cocaine okay?
Yeah, I got the cocaine man
I got the Yey, YA
Scoe Montana
Scoeldie Montana, remember my name
[Hook: Mr. Kane]
I'm just a ballin ass niggaro, you best to get ready
Straight out the penitentary, to makin all this feddy
We gangsta rock steady, Bang this in ya Chevy
We pushin weight heavy, even if they won't let me
[Roscoe]
Scoe is chillin, makin a million
Stackin his loot till I touch top ceilin
Miraculous, toothless, but top notch women
Acura roofless blastin my music
Adelle on my right, He done got me for my life
I'm a star like Tri
Crazy youngster livin the Hard knock life like Jay the hustla
I'm a professional mic clutcha plus a dope rhymer
Ghetto potent, perfect timing I"m an opportunist
Takin advantage of my youth, fresh when I do it
The homie Kokane, tighter than choker chains
Soakin up the game with dreams of Roscoe's name being a houshold name
We ballin, ghetto fabulous, just trying to do my thang
In this dope game switchin four lanes
[Hook: Mr. Kane]
I'm just a ballin ass niggaro, you best to get ready
Straight out the penitentary, to makin all this feddy
We gangsta rock steady, Bang this in ya Chevy
We pushin weight heavy, how much you want bet me?
[Roscoe]
Scoe is chillin, lyrical villian
Straight up outta Philly, West Coast feel me
I pack Mac millies, Daz with Daz Dillies
Dippin through LA where it don't get chilly
I got a attic where I stash my scrilla
Keep a automatic mini heata by the attic
Homie my gat blast, speratic blast
(I'm) Young Scoedizzle, (I'm)keepin it rizzle
(With)Heaters that sizzle, Me an young bizzle
Hit the cypher up and stand in the middle
Puttin MC's in the Rap Hospital
Hospitable, Roscizzo my flizzo not spitable
My dizzo not get-able, anything digital
Un F-with-able, we incredible and thats inevitable
[Hook: Mr. Kane]
I'm just a ballin ass niggaro, you best to get ready
Straight out the penitentary, to makin all this feddy
We gangsta rock steady, Y'all niggaz ain't ready
Bang this in ya Chevy, we pushin weight heavy
DP, DP, DPG [x4]
[Roscoe]
Scoe is gettin, in where I fit in
Splittin bad rubbers, keep it thuggin keep livin
Keep givin all I got, takin what I want
Breakin down the sacks, and crack open a blunt
Crack the window to get some fresh oxygen
This little Porche we hot boxin in
I'm a G to the fame low key in the game
I got the key to the game DPG is the gang
[Hook: Mr. Kane]
I'm just a ballin ass niggaro, you best to get ready
Straight out the penitentary, to makin all this feddy
We gangsta rock steady, Bang this in ya Chevy
We pushin weight heavy, even if they won't let me
DP,DP,DPG...
[Mr. Kane]
oh what you say?
Heavens to megatron
We still bangin in space the new generation
oooh
Kokane! Roscoe
Straight to the whole world
I got the cocaine okay?
Yeah, I got the cocaine man
I got the Yey, YA
Scoe Montana
Scoeldie Montana, remember my name
[Hook: Mr. Kane]
I'm just a ballin ass niggaro, you best to get ready
Straight out the penitentary, to makin all this feddy
We gangsta rock steady, Bang this in ya Chevy
We pushin weight heavy, even if they won't let me
[Roscoe]
Scoe is chillin, makin a million
Stackin his loot till I touch top ceilin
Miraculous, toothless, but top notch women
Acura roofless blastin my music
Adelle on my right, He done got me for my life
I'm a star like Tri
Crazy youngster livin the Hard knock life like Jay the hustla
I'm a professional mic clutcha plus a dope rhymer
Ghetto potent, perfect timing I"m an opportunist
Takin advantage of my youth, fresh when I do it
The homie Kokane, tighter than choker chains
Soakin up the game with dreams of Roscoe's name being a houshold name
We ballin, ghetto fabulous, just trying to do my thang
In this dope game switchin four lanes
[Hook: Mr. Kane]
I'm just a ballin ass niggaro, you best to get ready
Straight out the penitentary, to makin all this feddy
We gangsta rock steady, Bang this in ya Chevy
We pushin weight heavy, how much you want bet me?
[Roscoe]
Scoe is chillin, lyrical villian
Straight up outta Philly, West Coast feel me
I pack Mac millies, Daz with Daz Dillies
Dippin through LA where it don't get chilly
I got a attic where I stash my scrilla
Keep a automatic mini heata by the attic
Homie my gat blast, speratic blast
(I'm) Young Scoedizzle, (I'm)keepin it rizzle
(With)Heaters that sizzle, Me an young bizzle
Hit the cypher up and stand in the middle
Puttin MC's in the Rap Hospital
Hospitable, Roscizzo my flizzo not spitable
My dizzo not get-able, anything digital
Un F-with-able, we incredible and thats inevitable
[Hook: Mr. Kane]
I'm just a ballin ass niggaro, you best to get ready
Straight out the penitentary, to makin all this feddy
We gangsta rock steady, Y'all niggaz ain't ready
Bang this in ya Chevy, we pushin weight heavy
DP, DP, DPG [x4]
[Roscoe]
Scoe is gettin, in where I fit in
Splittin bad rubbers, keep it thuggin keep livin
Keep givin all I got, takin what I want
Breakin down the sacks, and crack open a blunt
Crack the window to get some fresh oxygen
This little Porche we hot boxin in
I'm a G to the fame low key in the game
I got the key to the game DPG is the gang
[Hook: Mr. Kane]
I'm just a ballin ass niggaro, you best to get ready
Straight out the penitentary, to makin all this feddy
We gangsta rock steady, Bang this in ya Chevy
We pushin weight heavy, even if they won't let me
DP,DP,DPG...
[Mr. Kane]
oh what you say?
Heavens to megatron
We still bangin in space the new generation
oooh
Kokane! Roscoe
Writer: WILLIAM ROBINSON JR.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Go to the Club
by Calvin Richardson
Hey, hey (Yeah)
Hey, hey (Yeah)
The club
I wanna go to a place
Where I've got nothin' to worry about, yeah (Yes, I'm
Goin' out)
Wanna take a load off
?Cause this road I'm travellin' on wore me out, yeah
(Yes, I'm goin' on)
I've been up and down the hills and valleys of life's
Journey, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh (I'm goin' out)
But tonight I wanna renew my membership to do what I
Do
{Party and groove} Party and groove {Oh}
Because I'm long overdue
If you feel like getting down
Spread your loving all around
Go to The club (If you feel like getting down)
The club
Glasses all around the place
Girl's are all up in your face
Go to The club (When you go to The club)
The club
Always insane, the party tonight is off the chain
And it is alright, you can drink for free tonight
So leave your money at home, but run to the dance
Floor
They're playing your song {Better believe, better
Believe}
So take your girl by the hand {Mmm, mmm, to the dance
Floor}
And do your thing if you can {Whoa}, mmm, hmm
Fly high like a kite {Yeah, oh, mami, dance with me}
You're at The club, huh, baby, it's alright, yeah
If you feel like getting down (If you feel like
Getting down)
Spread your loving all around (Go to The club)
Go to The club
The club
Glasses all around the place (Glasses all around the
Place)
Girl's are all up in your face
Go to The club
The club (If you feel like, if you feel like getting
Down)
If you feel like getting down
Spread your loving all around
Go to the club (Go)
The club
Glasses all (Ooh, oh) around the place
Girl's are all up in your face
Go to the club (Go)
The club (Everybody)
Everybody's dreams are free (Yeah)
You for me
But leave that trouble home {But leave that trouble
Home}
Take somebody by the hand {And party}, hey...
{Let the music set you free} Let the music set you
Free
Come on ladies, sing along {Yeah, hey}
While the deejays getting on
If you're not dancing {You know} you're dead wrong
If you feel like getting down
Spread your loving all around (Do you feel like
Getting down, yeah)
Go to the club
The club (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Glasses all around the place (All around)
Girl's are all up in your face (Oh, yeah)
Go to the club (Whoa...)
The club (Baby)
If you feel like getting down
Spread your loving all around (Do you wanna go, let's
Go)
Go to the club (Go, whoa)
The club
Glasses all (Ooh, oh) around the place
Girl's are all up in your face (Let's go)
Go to the club (Go to the club)
The club
If you feel like getting down (Come on)
Spread your loving all around (Ooh, come go with me)
Go to the club (If you feel like getting down)
The club (Come go with me)
Glasses all around the place (Come go with me)
Girl's are all up in your face (Come go with me)
Go to the club (Come go with me)
The club
Hey, hey (Yeah)
The club
I wanna go to a place
Where I've got nothin' to worry about, yeah (Yes, I'm
Goin' out)
Wanna take a load off
?Cause this road I'm travellin' on wore me out, yeah
(Yes, I'm goin' on)
I've been up and down the hills and valleys of life's
Journey, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh (I'm goin' out)
But tonight I wanna renew my membership to do what I
Do
{Party and groove} Party and groove {Oh}
Because I'm long overdue
If you feel like getting down
Spread your loving all around
Go to The club (If you feel like getting down)
The club
Glasses all around the place
Girl's are all up in your face
Go to The club (When you go to The club)
The club
Always insane, the party tonight is off the chain
And it is alright, you can drink for free tonight
So leave your money at home, but run to the dance
Floor
They're playing your song {Better believe, better
Believe}
So take your girl by the hand {Mmm, mmm, to the dance
Floor}
And do your thing if you can {Whoa}, mmm, hmm
Fly high like a kite {Yeah, oh, mami, dance with me}
You're at The club, huh, baby, it's alright, yeah
If you feel like getting down (If you feel like
Getting down)
Spread your loving all around (Go to The club)
Go to The club
The club
Glasses all around the place (Glasses all around the
Place)
Girl's are all up in your face
Go to The club
The club (If you feel like, if you feel like getting
Down)
If you feel like getting down
Spread your loving all around
Go to the club (Go)
The club
Glasses all (Ooh, oh) around the place
Girl's are all up in your face
Go to the club (Go)
The club (Everybody)
Everybody's dreams are free (Yeah)
You for me
But leave that trouble home {But leave that trouble
Home}
Take somebody by the hand {And party}, hey...
{Let the music set you free} Let the music set you
Free
Come on ladies, sing along {Yeah, hey}
While the deejays getting on
If you're not dancing {You know} you're dead wrong
If you feel like getting down
Spread your loving all around (Do you feel like
Getting down, yeah)
Go to the club
The club (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Glasses all around the place (All around)
Girl's are all up in your face (Oh, yeah)
Go to the club (Whoa...)
The club (Baby)
If you feel like getting down
Spread your loving all around (Do you wanna go, let's
Go)
Go to the club (Go, whoa)
The club
Glasses all (Ooh, oh) around the place
Girl's are all up in your face (Let's go)
Go to the club (Go to the club)
The club
If you feel like getting down (Come on)
Spread your loving all around (Ooh, come go with me)
Go to the club (If you feel like getting down)
The club (Come go with me)
Glasses all around the place (Come go with me)
Girl's are all up in your face (Come go with me)
Go to the club (Come go with me)
The club
Writer: CALVIN RICHARDSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Walt Disney Music Company
Copyright: Lyrics © Walt Disney Music Company
I Wanna Do Something Freaky To You
by Leon Haywood
I want'a do something freaky to you
Baby
Oh, baby
I want'a do something freaky to you
Right now
Oh, baby
Your love is like a mountain
I'd love to slide down into your canyons
(Slide down)
In the valley of love
(In the valley of love)
I won't rest
(I won't rest)
Until I bring joy and happiness
(Ah)
I want'a do something freaky to you
Baby
(Something freakish to me)
Oh, baby
Oh
I want'a do something freaky to you
(Something freakish to me)
Right now, Baby
All twelve positions of the Zodiac signs
I won't quit until I blow your mind
(Blow my mind)
Compatible or not
(Compatible or not)
I'll hit the spot
(Hit the spot)
In the name of love
Ooh, everything I've got
Ooh Ooh Ooh
[Sounds of ecstacy]
Ow!
I want'a do something freaky to you
Baby
(Freakish to me)
Oh, baby
I want'a do something freaky to you
Right now, Baby
I don't wanna scar your image of me
But my style of love is totally free
(Free)
I'll put it where you want it
(Put it where you want it)
As long as you need it
(As long as you need it)
I'll make it good
Mm
And I won't mistreat it
(Ah)
I want'a do something freaky to you
Baby
(Something freakish to me)
Oh, baby
Oh
I want'a do something freakish to you right now
(Something freakish to me)
Oh, baby
Get a little freakish, baby
Get a little freakish, baby
(Ah)
Get a little freakish, baby
Get a little freakish, baby
(Oh)
All twelve positions of the Zodiac signs
I won't quit, no
(Freakish to me)
Until I blow your mind
Compatible or not
Ooh
I'll hit the spot
Oh, in the name of love
(Something freakish, baby)
In the name of love
In the name of love
In the name of love
In the name of love
Ooh, in the name of love
(Freakish, baby)
[Sounds of ecstasy]
(Freakish, baby)
(Freakish, baby)
(Get a little freakish, baby)
Oh
Oh
Oh
Get a little freakish, baby
Baby
Oh, baby
I want'a do something freaky to you
Right now
Oh, baby
Your love is like a mountain
I'd love to slide down into your canyons
(Slide down)
In the valley of love
(In the valley of love)
I won't rest
(I won't rest)
Until I bring joy and happiness
(Ah)
I want'a do something freaky to you
Baby
(Something freakish to me)
Oh, baby
Oh
I want'a do something freaky to you
(Something freakish to me)
Right now, Baby
All twelve positions of the Zodiac signs
I won't quit until I blow your mind
(Blow my mind)
Compatible or not
(Compatible or not)
I'll hit the spot
(Hit the spot)
In the name of love
Ooh, everything I've got
Ooh Ooh Ooh
[Sounds of ecstacy]
Ow!
I want'a do something freaky to you
Baby
(Freakish to me)
Oh, baby
I want'a do something freaky to you
Right now, Baby
I don't wanna scar your image of me
But my style of love is totally free
(Free)
I'll put it where you want it
(Put it where you want it)
As long as you need it
(As long as you need it)
I'll make it good
Mm
And I won't mistreat it
(Ah)
I want'a do something freaky to you
Baby
(Something freakish to me)
Oh, baby
Oh
I want'a do something freakish to you right now
(Something freakish to me)
Oh, baby
Get a little freakish, baby
Get a little freakish, baby
(Ah)
Get a little freakish, baby
Get a little freakish, baby
(Oh)
All twelve positions of the Zodiac signs
I won't quit, no
(Freakish to me)
Until I blow your mind
Compatible or not
Ooh
I'll hit the spot
Oh, in the name of love
(Something freakish, baby)
In the name of love
In the name of love
In the name of love
In the name of love
Ooh, in the name of love
(Freakish, baby)
[Sounds of ecstasy]
(Freakish, baby)
(Freakish, baby)
(Get a little freakish, baby)
Oh
Oh
Oh
Get a little freakish, baby
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Slide
by Slave
Yeah, slide to me
Won't you come away?
Don't worry baby, everything's okay
You can't run the game, if you don't know my name
I'll take you where you've never been before
There's something for you, a whole lot more
You ain't got to seek, everyone knows you're a freak
Slide, slide, slide
Yeah, baby baby, slide
Slide, slide, slide, slide
Why don't you slide?
Don't be afraid 'cause you gonna be laid
I need you now don't let me down
You're a low down lady, but your game is kinda shaky
I'll be around when you want to get down
Slide, slide, slide, slide
Slide, slide, slide, slide
Why don't you slide?
You can slide, don't think I'm on it
You can slide, don't think I'm on it
You can slide, don't think I'm on it
You can slide, don't think I'm on it
Won't you come away?
Don't worry baby, everything's okay
You can't run the game, if you don't know my name
I'll take you where you've never been before
There's something for you, a whole lot more
You ain't got to seek, everyone knows you're a freak
Slide, slide, slide
Yeah, baby baby, slide
Slide, slide, slide, slide
Why don't you slide?
Don't be afraid 'cause you gonna be laid
I need you now don't let me down
You're a low down lady, but your game is kinda shaky
I'll be around when you want to get down
Slide, slide, slide, slide
Slide, slide, slide, slide
Why don't you slide?
You can slide, don't think I'm on it
You can slide, don't think I'm on it
You can slide, don't think I'm on it
You can slide, don't think I'm on it
Writer: MARK ADAMS, CARTER BRADLEY, TIMOTHY DOZIER, MARK HICKS, THOMAS LOCKETT, FLOYD MILLER, STEPHEN WASHINGTON, DANIEL WEBSTER, ORION WILHOITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Word Collections Publishing, O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Word Collections Publishing, O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
This Christmas
by Donny Hathaway
Hang all the mistletoe
I'm gonna get to know you better
This Christmas
And as we trim the tree
How much fun it's gonna be together
This Christmas
Fireside is blazing bright,
We're caroling through the night
And this Christmas will be
A very special Christmas for me
Presents and cards are here
My world is filled with cheer and you
This Christmas
And as I look around,
Your eyes outshine the town they do
This Christmas
Fireside is blazing bright
We're caroling through the night
And this Christmas will be
A very special Christmas for me, yeah
Shake a hand, shake a hand now
Emm, fireside is blazing bright
We're caroling through the night
And this Christmas will be
A very special Christmas for me, yeah
Merry Christmas
Shake a hand, shake a hand now
Wish your brother merry christmas
All over the land
Yeah
Merry Christmas
Merry, merry Christmas
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Merry, merry, merry, merry
Emm, em
I'm gonna get to know you better
This Christmas
And as we trim the tree
How much fun it's gonna be together
This Christmas
Fireside is blazing bright,
We're caroling through the night
And this Christmas will be
A very special Christmas for me
Presents and cards are here
My world is filled with cheer and you
This Christmas
And as I look around,
Your eyes outshine the town they do
This Christmas
Fireside is blazing bright
We're caroling through the night
And this Christmas will be
A very special Christmas for me, yeah
Shake a hand, shake a hand now
Emm, fireside is blazing bright
We're caroling through the night
And this Christmas will be
A very special Christmas for me, yeah
Merry Christmas
Shake a hand, shake a hand now
Wish your brother merry christmas
All over the land
Yeah
Merry Christmas
Merry, merry Christmas
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Merry, merry, merry, merry
Emm, em
Writer: Donny Edward Hathaway, Nadine McKinnor
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Santa Baby
by Santa Baby
(baboom baboom baboom baboom)
(baboom baboom baboom baboom)
Santa Baby,
Just slip a sable under the tree
For me
Been an awful good girl
Santa Baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa baby, a '54 convertible too
Light blue
I'll wait up for you, dear
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Think of all the fun I've missed
Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed
Next year I could be just as good
If you'll check off my Christmas list
Santa Baby, I want a yacht and really thats not
Alot
Been an angel all year
Santa Baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa honey, one little thing I really need
The deed
To a platinum mine
Santa Baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa cutie, and fill my stocking with a duplex
And cheques
Sign your 'x' on the line
Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Come and trim my Christmas tree
With some decorations bought at Tif-fa-ny
I really do believe in you
Lets see if you believe in me
Santa Baby, forgot to mention one little thing
A ring
I don't mean on the phone
Santa Baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry...tonight
(baboom baboom baboom baboom)
Santa Baby,
Just slip a sable under the tree
For me
Been an awful good girl
Santa Baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa baby, a '54 convertible too
Light blue
I'll wait up for you, dear
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Think of all the fun I've missed
Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed
Next year I could be just as good
If you'll check off my Christmas list
Santa Baby, I want a yacht and really thats not
Alot
Been an angel all year
Santa Baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa honey, one little thing I really need
The deed
To a platinum mine
Santa Baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa cutie, and fill my stocking with a duplex
And cheques
Sign your 'x' on the line
Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Come and trim my Christmas tree
With some decorations bought at Tif-fa-ny
I really do believe in you
Lets see if you believe in me
Santa Baby, forgot to mention one little thing
A ring
I don't mean on the phone
Santa Baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry...tonight
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Silent Night
by The Temptations
Silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright
Round yon virgin Mother and Child, holy
Infant so tender and mild,
Sleep in heavenly peace,
Sleep in heavenly peace.
Round yon virgin Mother and Child, holy
Infant so tender and mild,
Sleep in heavenly peace,
Sleep in heavenly peace.
Silent night, holy night, shepherds quake at the sight,
Glories stream from heaven afar, heavenly hosts sing
Alleluia.
Christ the Saviour is born,
Christ the Saviour is born.
Silent night, holy night,
Son of God, love's pure light,
Radiant beams from
Thy holy face, with the dawn of redeeming grace,
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth,
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth.
Silent night, holy night, wondrous star, lend thy light;
With the angels let us sing,
Alleluia to our King.
Christ the Saviour is born,
Christ the Saviour is born.
Writer: Joseph Mohr Words, Franz Xaver Gruber
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, HAL LEONARD LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, HAL LEONARD LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Friday After Next (Original Soundtrack) is the soundtrack album to Marcus Raboy's 2002 Christmas-themed comedy film Friday After Next. It was released on November 19, 2002 via Hollywood Records. Produced by Mitch Rotter, Mitchell Leib and Spring Aspers with Ice Cube and Matt Alvarez as executive producers, the album is composed of hip hop, contemporary R&B and christmas music.
The soundtrack features contributions from Calvin Richardson, Flipmode Squad, F.T., G-Unit, K-Mont, Kokane, Krayzie Bone, LaReece, Nappy Roots, Roscoe, Tha Eastsidaz, Westside Connection, Whateva, Donny Hathaway, Eartha Kitt, Leon Haywood, Slave, The Temptations.
It peaked at number 115 on the Billboard 200, number 23 on the Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums chart and number 8 on the Top Soundtracks chart in the United States.
-Wikipedia
Genre(s):
Soundtrack The soundtrack features contributions from Calvin Richardson, Flipmode Squad, F.T., G-Unit, K-Mont, Kokane, Krayzie Bone, LaReece, Nappy Roots, Roscoe, Tha Eastsidaz, Westside Connection, Whateva, Donny Hathaway, Eartha Kitt, Leon Haywood, Slave, The Temptations.
It peaked at number 115 on the Billboard 200, number 23 on the Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums chart and number 8 on the Top Soundtracks chart in the United States.
-Wikipedia
Released: November 19th, 2002
Year: 2002