Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad
Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad
DJ
Black Moon
Black Moon
Sampled Artist
Consequence
Consequence
Vocals
Kool G Rap
Kool G Rap
Sampled Artist
Phife Dawg
Phife Dawg
Vocals
Q-Tip
Q-Tip
Vocals
The Ummah
The Ummah
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kamaal Fareed
Kamaal Fareed
Composer
Dexter Mills
Dexter Mills
Lyrics
Malik Izaak Taylor
Malik Izaak Taylor
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Ummah
The Ummah
Producer
Bob Power
Bob Power
Mixing Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It was Friday afternoon in the middle of June
Heineken bottle caps and the aroma of boom
Around the time everybody just got home from class
Shootin' dice, talkin' shit, hopin' the cash would last
Yo, this was around the time when I didn't know no better
Juney moved around in a tinted out Jetta
[Verse 2]
Then he introduced me to that hydro smoke
And I took one toke, yo, I almost choked
See, I never smoked before so my nerves got shot
Then he told me about the party at the spot, Jamroc
It was guaranteed on but I said, "Son, chill"
There's a joint around the way that's supposed to be real, word
[Verse 3]
He said, "We got all day, so we gonna do it right
Hit your man's joint first, then Jamroc in one night"
Then I said, "Alright," then I hopped inside the jetty
Let me take a shower, I'm sweaty, and then I'll be ready
Tonight is the night I get my groove on steady
And get my drink on with that Ford named Betty
I went upstairs to get fly, smoke my Thai
Drunk some liquor, to meet my high quicker
Now, I'm type stimo, the party is the M.O.
Me and my crew, we get it started like a demo
Eleven in the evenin, I'm feelin' like a heathen
This thing is goin' down and I highly doubt I'm leavin'
Booty cheeks are in motion and the kids was drinkin' potion
Word is bond, that Black Moon joint got me open
Don't front
[Verse 4]
Yo, the DJ flipped the script
Threw on that good shit that made the kid lose his grip
Blendin' Risin' to the Top and got these shorties hoppin'
Number coppin', ain't no stoppin' me now
Yo, I'm bound to win till that thing kicked in
The Alizé had me stuck, I don't know where to begin
[Verse 5]
Now I'm feelin' kinda jaded, wild incoherent
Me and the fellas started acting irreverent
Butt grabbin', mad laughin' just assin'
Then that shit caught up, the shorty lookin' fed up
They said you jonesin' with this one, you gibbin' with that one
Hey, yo, I'm just doin my thing, yo, I'm just havin' fun
You don't see me in here wildin', pullin' out no gun
Yo, I see some of that thing, girl, and I want some
So let's step inside this corner so that we can rap on
Over this bumpin ass song, plus some Dom Perignon
I hit ya with the good lovin', plus fillet mignon
Yeah, yeah, scrammy scrams, that's that same old song
Hey, yo, tell me why the hell your breath smells so strong?
Yo, put some brakes on your yappin' or you won't live long
Please, ****, push on
Alright, scrams, see you later
Scrams?
Can't mess with these street sharks or these alligators
I can't take it no more, yo, it's damn near four
I've been partyin' and drinkin' since I came out my door
Look at these kids about to mix it, damn, where's the exit?
Son, jetted to the ride and got the burner out the Lexus
Hey, yo, he cocked his joint back like he's about to let 'em have it
Kid, I kept it movin' like the Energizer rabbit
Yo, yo, ayo, yo, it's time to skate, ain't no time to contemplate
Whoops, looka there, there's Jake
Written by: A. Muhammad, D. Mills, Kamaal Fareed, M. Taylor
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