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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mike Boyd Sr
Mike Boyd Sr
Guitar
David Myles
David Myles
Horn
Jake Boyd
Jake Boyd
Guitar
Mark Pellizzer
Mark Pellizzer
Guitar
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Classified
Classified
Producer

Lyrics

It's the weekend On the East Coast Got a little crazy last night Woke up in the back seat Of a row boat No clothes, no phone, comatose (You ready? Yeah!) I guess I dove off Of the deep end Now I'm just paying the price High cost of living Guess you get what you give in No pressure no diamonds No-no pressure, no diamonds This is for the rogue soldier, dope smoker and home-owner Show closer, show boater and stone thrower Party people and the people staying home sober This is for the ones who give me love, and the cold shoulder I do this for the low-rollers and the YOLO-ers Go-getters and the Monday morning no-showers This is for the high-rollers, with no chauffeurs And the ones who ain't got nothing to hide, like comb-overs Take a spiced rum, with a little cold soda I'm the giving type - organ and bone donor You can feel the pressure building as you grow older Grind hard, yeah I told ya This is for the Weekend On the West coast Got a little crazy last night Woke up in the back seat Of a row boat No clothes, no phone, comatose I guess I dove off Of the deep end Now I'm just paying the price High cost of living Guess you get what you give in No pressure, no Fresher than fresh Yes I'm the best No pressure nonetheless - One might contest Until they figure out What this nigga 'bout - Knockin' the beats Gettin' this [?] Taking a trip And having a [?] I made your girl want to skinny dip Rub my nuts three times, made your bitch a genie She made my dick disappear then reappear, do it down Gave it to her best friend, lube it down See I don't even know where I'm at (but we smokin'!) Somewhere in Nova Scotia, Canada, bustin' the mack You see Pimpin' ain't got no restrictions I'm your DJ while I'm stayin' in the mixin' Fixin' the batch I woke up with a bad bitch in my lap, my nigga Cause I'm cool like that See it's a Monday, a fun day, and one day I'll quit But until then, my nigga, we gon' just get lit Cause it's the weekend On the West coast (West coast, baby!) Got a little crazy last night Woke up in the back seat Of a row boat No clothes, no phone, comatose I guess I dove off Of the deep end Now I'm just paying the price High cost of living Guess you get what you give in No pressure, no diamonds Yeah I know I'm gonna pay for this tomorrow Cause tonight we going in - like a porno And tonight we going hard - like a porno And then we gonna eat out - or Digiorno I'm worn out, with a sore throat, and hungover I'm a train wreck, rain check, I done told ya These late nights and early mornings soon gotta go I guess I can't expect to hit the highs, and not the lows I'll pick my battles - I ain't tryna do this every night Trying to slow it down so I can party long as Betty White No pain, no gain No pressure, no diamonds Let's grind all day for all my people surviving Till The weekend On the East coast (East coast!) Got a little crazy last night Woke up in the back seat Of a row boat No clothes, no phone, comatose I guess I dove off Of the deep end Now I'm just paying the price High cost of living Guess you get what you give in No pressure, no diamonds No-no pressure, no diamonds No-no pressure no, no pressure no diamonds I mean this is some Classified shit right here man Big Snoop Dogg Coming at you live and direct Straight from the mother fucking West coast Yeah, we in Nova Scotia [?] that It don't get no realer than this I mean this is the realest it can get, man This is realer than real - you feel that? Get in the back and feel that You can smell it through the back Laughter
Writer(s): Calvin Broadus, Dave Patrick Sampson, Carleton William Stone, Luke Donald Boyd, Gordon Francis Sampson, Jamie Richard Patrick Robinson, Morgan Paige Kenney Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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