Fat motherfucker, now looks who's in trouble As you run through my jungle all you hear is rumbles Kanye West samples, here's one for example Gossip, gossip
It all began on the street, to the back of a blue police vehicle Next come the bookends, the way things is looking It's Friday, you in for a long stay
He packed a big-ass church out near Rogersville He drove the Cadillac, she drove the Oldsmobile Friday he shackened up with the mistress Doing things
were swingin' on a vine Candyman, candyman Sippin' from a bottle of vodka double wine Sweet sugar candyman I met him out for dinner on a Friday night
It's friday night and I've been workin' all week long After the rent all I have left is this old song My baby's right beside me, we're gonna have a ball
a vine Candyman, Candyman Sippin' from a bottle of vodka double wine Sweet sugar candy man [whispering] I met him out for dinner on a Friday night He
I wanna ?court case and doctor?, because the ? is on nigga Time flying,who having fun Making runs, up and down Cambelton, Put one ?over the jail? where you ?fired? one Stop gossiping
the city limit signs Population nine hundred an? nine A lotta front porch swingin?, down home livin? Friday night hell raisin?, Sunday mornin? repentance We got your gossip
go Come and get into it Success Can you handle bright lights, parties every Friday night Limousines, club scenes, money that keeps rollin' in Cameras at every block, gossip
You can hear 'em on the coconut telegraph (telegraph) Sayin' who did dis and dat Dis and dat, dis and dat Now I'm not one to deal in gossip But was
OPEE I feel that funky feeling though my brain Its Friday night im feeling Trying to keep friends asleep but they are planning for what's eating,
wish I was a kid again, Yea I sit and wish. I'm a little grown, but still reminisce, Close your eyes nigga, you remember this? Friday night football
who's in trouble As you run through my jungles all you hear is rumbles Kanye West samples, here's one for example [Chorus: Kanye West] Gossip, gossip
the city limit signs Population nine hundred 'n' nine A lotta front porch swingin', down home livin' Friday night hell raisin', Sunday morning repentance We got our gossip
He packed a big-ass church out near Rogersville He drove the Cadillac she drove the Oldsmobile Every Friday he shacked up with his mistress Doing things
Candy man, candy man... Sweet sugar candy man [whispered] I met him out for dinner on a Friday night He really had me working up an appetite He had
I spit rap I represent peace and knowledge, but I will contradict that! Click-a-click clap, you don't wanna battle me You wanna scat away - I battle Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
Verse One: Prodigy It all began on the street, to the back of a blue police vehicle Next come the bookends, the way things is looking It's Friday, you
