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Weekend

 

Weekend

(album: Cousin Eddie - 2010)


DJ Jiggy Jack bumpin the mix
Alright caller number one you're on
Yeah what up DJ Don Knotts what do you wanna say
Yeah my names Jared, um I work at uh this uh this milk
And they're real shitty they don't wanna pay me extra
I do extra overtime they don't pay for what the hell you want me to do
Gimme some tips DJ Don Knotts
Get em'

I'm on my summertime grind
Pushin lawn mowers for change
Till the day that I get mine
Pocket full of bubble gum and some lint
A couple quarters
But that ain't enough for me to get lit, see
This weekend there's a gig around the corner
Couple homies smokin marijuana drinkin Corona
Wanna, roll over see what's good say hey
Today is Monday and that shits on Saturday
But I ain't tripping cause I got a couple more days
To save up some change and get paid
Wakin up to the calendar and to my dismay
Saturday is today
Time to get clean get the shower goin
Turn up the boom box just a little bit louder
So I can hear it good
While I go dirty to clean in five minutes like whalaa
I'm like Houdini with all of the tricks I have
I could turn ten dollars to a dime bag
Nevermind that, it's time to get back
I gotta get ready, ten minutes left
Before I need to scoop my homie
To come roll with me to the party
Where the girls all naughty
Lookin through my Snapback collection
I pick the black one
To match my black chucks, I'm done
I go outside to the porch
To blow a half smoked joint from the night before
I'm feeling good now, this shit year round
Lungs full of smoke, no comin down

done

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