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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ice Cube
Ice Cube
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
O'Shea Jackson
O'Shea Jackson
Songwriter
James Castor
James Castor
Songwriter
Gato Barbieri
Gato Barbieri
Songwriter
Johnny Pruitt
Johnny Pruitt
Songwriter
Garry Marshall Shider
Garry Marshall Shider
Songwriter
David Lee Spradley
David Lee Spradley
Songwriter
George Clinton
George Clinton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ice Cube
Ice Cube
Producer
Keston Wright
Keston Wright
Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

You know it ain't no stoppin' all the dogs I'm droppin' It's Friday night so everything is poppin' I got ten to spend on the Hen' So let the games begin Yakety-yak, don't talk back or it's on Callin' up Earl on the car phone Mack 10 just got out of court Rollin' through the hood in his super sport bumping Too $hort 18's got the rearview mirrors vibratin' And deep-dish Daytons You know how we do it Ain't nothing to it but the floss Overcrowding Harrison-Ross 'Cause if you fuck with ours We leave scars Out of G-ride cars Livin' like stars, might hit the highway On the Vegas run fool 'cause it's Friday Oh yeah Throw your neighborhood in the air If you don't care Oh yeah Throw your neighborhood in the air If you don't care Standing outside on a Friday living on the edge 'Cause we all got them hard heads It seems like we all are waitin' For a drive-by playing tag with Satan But we chillin', yeah, we ready and willin' Ya hear about the latest Westside killing? 40 sippin', set trippin', fo' dippin' Pistol grippin', never slippin' BGs trying to hang out But OGs sayin', "Take your little ass in the house" My big homie just got out Used to be down, now he's just cracked out He's 'bout hard as Darth Vader In his sweatshirt, khakis, and Chuck Taylor's Just seen him in the driveway Getting beat like a smoker a fool, 'cause it's Friday Oh yeah Throw your neighborhood in the air If you don't care Oh yeah Throw your neighborhood in the air If you don't care Fool Why must I be like that and chase the cat? Or settle for a hoodrat Dookie braids no dreadlocks Flyin' in and out of town with half a chicken in her cock And I love her, 'cause she down To fuck around with the underground pussy hound And her ass is big round and wide Jacked up, make a nigga down to ride Smoking indo, playing that Super Nintendo Hear a rat-a-tat-tat on my window Gave her ass that pelvic thrust Don't trust the rubber 'cause it's bound to bust In the oven, in the nappy I had on two so I was happy 'Cause that HIV'll make your dick hang sideways And that ain't cool, fool, 'cause it's Friday Oh yeah Throw your neighborhood in the air If you don't care Oh yeah Throw your neighborhood in the air If you don't care Throw the West side in the air Throw the East side in the air Throw the South side in the air Throw the North side in the air Oh yeah
Writer(s): O'shea Jackson, George Clinton Jr., Garry Marshall Shider, James W. Castor, Johnny L. Pruitt, Leandro Jose Barbieri, David Lee Spradley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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