Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
P!nk
P!nk
Vocals
Eminem
Eminem
Vocals
E. Alcock
E. Alcock
Guitar
Chin Injeti
Chin Injeti
Bass
Danny Keyz
Danny Keyz
Keyboards
DJ Khalil
DJ Khalil
Keyboards
Liz Rodrigues
Liz Rodrigues
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
E. Alcock
E. Alcock
Songwriter
Khalil Abdul‐Rahman
Songwriter
P. Injeti
P. Injeti
Songwriter
Liz Rodrigues
Liz Rodrigues
Songwriter
Marshall Mathers
Marshall Mathers
Songwriter
Alecia Moore
Alecia Moore
Songwriter
Jon Brown
Jon Brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chin Injeti
Chin Injeti
Producer
DJ Khalil
DJ Khalil
Producer
Mike Strange
Mike Strange
Vocal Recording Engineer
Tony Maserati
Tony Maserati
Mixing Engineer
Justin Hergett
Justin Hergett
Assistant Mixing Engineer
James Krausse
James Krausse
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jon Brown
Jon Brown
Additional Producer
P!nk
P!nk
Executive Producer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Tekst Utworu

Here comes, comes the weekend Hear it callin' like a siren (oh, oh) We don't want no problems We don't like them, keep it moving Here comes the weekend Set off your sirens (oh, oh) Here comes the weekend Set off your sirens (oh, oh) I just wanna play Big city, holiday So get out of my way If you know What's better for ya I'm tearing up the night Lipstick and leather tight Not looking for a fight, no (oh, oh) High heels and cherry wine Not wasting any time We're ticking like a bomb about to go (off!) Here comes, comes the weekend Hear it callin' like a siren (oh, oh) We don't look for trouble Just enough to see in double Here comes the weekend Set off your sirens (oh, oh) Here comes the weekend Set off your sirens (oh, oh) Drink some pink champagne I don't know you yet But we'll forget so Fuck what they say Let's run the floor Until it breaks I'm tearing up the night Lipstick and leather tight Not looking for a fight, no (oh, oh) High heels and cherry wine Not wasting any time We're ticking like a bomb about to go (off!) Here comes, comes the weekend Hear it callin' like a siren (oh, oh) We don't look for trouble Just enough to see in double Here comes the weekend Set off your sirens (oh, oh) Here comes the weekend Set off your sirens (oh, oh) (yep, yep) Nothing high class in my glass, only bottles I pop Are bottles of pop so when I pop up in the spot I'm prob-ably not gonna be wanting to pop bubbly or Ciroc I'm not Puffy, but I'ma run the city tonight When I hit it, I might act like a fricking idiot Diddy mixed with a medieval knight Big city lights, little indignity Hot diggity, this Biggie is getting me hype I don't get some liquor, I'll hurt you, I'll knock your dick in the dirt Bickering worse than that bitch in that Snickers commercial A mixture of Stiffler and Urkel, hanging from the light fixture I hope you pricks are insured for this building 'cause we're tearing it down Security, get out the fricking way, Jesus Chrysler LeBaron it's loud I swear the only thing I hear is the sound Of sirens going "Ahh, ahh" 'Cause Here comes the weekend Set off your sirens Here comes the weekend Set off your sirens (oh, oh) (Oh, oh) Here comes the weekend Set off your sirens (oh, oh) Here comes the weekend Set off your sirens (oh, oh)
Writer(s): Marshall B. Mathers Iii, Alecia B. Moore, Jonathan Keith Brown, Pranam Injeti, Khalil Abdul-rahman, Liz Rodrigues, Erik Albert George Alcock Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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