[{"id":9330900,"name":"Weekend Nights","trackName":"Weekend Nights","artistName":"D.I.T.C.","albumName":"D.I.T.C.","duration":193.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[ A.G. ]\n\nNow once I flick my bick, and the dutch get lit\nBloodeye spit, like you bust my shit\nWill it never happen, I'm forever rappin'\nI clap 'em, and dead 'em\nSend 'em home packing, for acting\nThe black's in\nEase the pain just like tunacting\nHoney is fine as a f**k, plus she snuck the mack in\nGuess what, next up, she turn assassin\nAlong with, thirty of my dirty niggaz, blastin'\nI hear em platinum callin', and worldwide touring\nYou want hoes? Come to any show I'm performing\nYou rob me tonight? You want make it to the morning\nRolled up on 'em, when this killers froze up on 'em\nAnd I came with a whole truck for 'em\nTry to tell 'em, that he got no bucks they won't bust for 'em\nAnd if sh*t get hectic, I'm calling mo' niggaz\nGoldgetters, golddiggaz get no liquors\nBut no weed, we hold figgaz\nAnd we so cheat (?), and we hold heat\n\n[ Chorus ] [ 2x ]\n\nIt was a weekend night and my niggas is chilling\nBurners in the bushes and the Lexus spilling\nBlunts getting blazed, mad chicks is tripping\nMy niggas get ya dirt on\n\n[ A.G. ]\n\nNow some cats in the hood wear shorts for draws\nSweats for longjohns, tryin' to get their warm on\nI'm strong on, any song I perform on\nGet papes, celebrate like the date I was born on\nI spit blood and get love, sip Bud and flip cus\nthem niggas wanna leave me twisted like the spliff does\nBut I react, hoes in ya head watch ya sh*t flood\nLike Noa's Ark, blunts burnin' like Jona Fark (?)\nI squeeze with ease like Tone and Mark\nWe (?) demolish straight from (?)\nDeeper than knowledge\nEquipped to speak at ya college\nYou kill me fronting when I'm for really coming\nCarravans packed up with my mans in 'em\n'Cause I really want em\nIt's all good like Willy Hunting\nWatch my diamonds glitter, I sit back and really realize\nThat I'm the nigga, they wanna know me\nIf you feel me, come show me\nIs it really real? Or 'cause I know Pun and Joey\nYeah my sh*t shine my sunny Rolly\nIt couldn't hold me, if you was thick like Shaq or quick like Kobe\nShow & A get the love, my niggaz mix the? with the Bud\nShow the dirty don and mister Mud\nChicks give quickies and flicks in clubs, so hit the dutch\nAnd if sh*t get hectic, I'm calling mo' niggaz\nGoldgetters, golddiggaz get no liquors\nBut no weed, we hold figgaz\nAnd we so cheat (?), and we hold heat\n\n[ Chorus ] [ 2x ]\n\nIt was a weekend night and my niggas is chilling\nBurners in the bushes and the Lexus spilling\nBlunts getting blazed, mad chicks is tripping\nMy niggas get ya dirt on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Weekend Nights\n  artist: D.I.T.C.\n  album: D.I.T.C.\n  duration_ms: 193000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [ A.G. ]\n\n  Now once I flick my bick, and the dutch get lit\n  Bloodeye spit, like you bust my shit\n  Will it never happen, I'm forever rappin'\n  I clap 'em, and dead 'em\n  Send 'em home packing, for acting\n  The black's in\n  Ease the pain just like tunacting\n  Honey is fine as a f**k, plus she snuck the mack in\n  Guess what, next up, she turn assassin\n  Along with, thirty of my dirty niggaz, blastin'\n  I hear em platinum callin', and worldwide touring\n  You want hoes? Come to any show I'm performing\n  You rob me tonight? You want make it to the morning\n  Rolled up on 'em, when this killers froze up on 'em\n  And I came with a whole truck for 'em\n  Try to tell 'em, that he got no bucks they won't bust for 'em\n  And if sh*t get hectic, I'm calling mo' niggaz\n  Goldgetters, golddiggaz get no liquors\n  But no weed, we hold figgaz\n  And we so cheat (?), and we hold heat\n\n  [ Chorus ] [ 2x ]\n\n  It was a weekend night and my niggas is chilling\n  Burners in the bushes and the Lexus spilling\n  Blunts getting blazed, mad chicks is tripping\n  My niggas get ya dirt on\n\n  [ A.G. ]\n\n  Now some cats in the hood wear shorts for draws\n  Sweats for longjohns, tryin' to get their warm on\n  I'm strong on, any song I perform on\n  Get papes, celebrate like the date I was born on\n  I spit blood and get love, sip Bud and flip cus\n  them niggas wanna leave me twisted like the spliff does\n  But I react, hoes in ya head watch ya sh*t flood\n  Like Noa's Ark, blunts burnin' like Jona Fark (?)\n  I squeeze with ease like Tone and Mark\n  We (?) demolish straight from (?)\n  Deeper than knowledge\n  Equipped to speak at ya college\n  You kill me fronting when I'm for really coming\n  Carravans packed up with my mans in 'em\n  'Cause I really want em\n  It's all good like Willy Hunting\n  Watch my diamonds glitter, I sit back and really realize\n  That I'm the nigga, they wanna know me\n  If you feel me, come show me\n  Is it really real? Or 'cause I know Pun and Joey\n  Yeah my sh*t shine my sunny Rolly\n  It couldn't hold me, if you was thick like Shaq or quick like Kobe\n  Show & A get the love, my niggaz mix the? with the Bud\n  Show the dirty don and mister Mud\n  Chicks give quickies and flicks in clubs, so hit the dutch\n  And if sh*t get hectic, I'm calling mo' niggaz\n  Goldgetters, golddiggaz get no liquors\n  But no weed, we hold figgaz\n  And we so cheat (?), and we hold heat\n\n  [ Chorus ] [ 2x ]\n\n  It was a weekend night and my niggas is chilling\n  Burners in the bushes and the Lexus spilling\n  Blunts getting blazed, mad chicks is tripping\n  My niggas get ya dirt on\n"},{"id":25647748,"name":"Weekend Nights","trackName":"Weekend Nights","artistName":"D.I.T.C.","albumName":"D.I.T.C.","duration":239.813333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[ A.G. ]\n\nNow once I flick my bick, and the dutch get lit\nBloodeye spit, like you bust my shit\nWill it never happen, I'm forever rappin'\nI clap 'em, and dead 'em\nSend 'em home packing, for acting\nThe black's in\nEase the pain just like tunacting\nHoney is fine as a f**k, plus she snuck the mack in\nGuess what, next up, she turn assassin\nAlong with, thirty of my dirty niggaz, blastin'\nI hear em platinum callin', and worldwide touring\nYou want hoes? Come to any show I'm performing\nYou rob me tonight? You want make it to the morning\nRolled up on 'em, when this killers froze up on 'em\nAnd I came with a whole truck for 'em\nTry to tell 'em, that he got no bucks they won't bust for 'em\nAnd if sh*t get hectic, I'm calling mo' niggaz\nGoldgetters, golddiggaz get no liquors\nBut no weed, we hold figgaz\nAnd we so cheat (?), and we hold heat\n\n[ Chorus ] [ 2x ]\n\nIt was a weekend night and my niggas is chilling\nBurners in the bushes and the Lexus spilling\nBlunts getting blazed, mad chicks is tripping\nMy niggas get ya dirt on\n\n[ A.G. ]\n\nNow some cats in the hood wear shorts for draws\nSweats for longjohns, tryin' to get their warm on\nI'm strong on, any song I perform on\nGet papes, celebrate like the date I was born on\nI spit blood and get love, sip Bud and flip cus\nthem niggas wanna leave me twisted like the spliff does\nBut I react, hoes in ya head watch ya sh*t flood\nLike Noa's Ark, blunts burnin' like Jona Fark (?)\nI squeeze with ease like Tone and Mark\nWe (?) demolish straight from (?)\nDeeper than knowledge\nEquipped to speak at ya college\nYou kill me fronting when I'm for really coming\nCarravans packed up with my mans in 'em\n'Cause I really want em\nIt's all good like Willy Hunting\nWatch my diamonds glitter, I sit back and really realize\nThat I'm the nigga, they wanna know me\nIf you feel me, come show me\nIs it really real? Or 'cause I know Pun and Joey\nYeah my sh*t shine my sunny Rolly\nIt couldn't hold me, if you was thick like Shaq or quick like Kobe\nShow & A get the love, my niggaz mix the? with the Bud\nShow the dirty don and mister Mud\nChicks give quickies and flicks in clubs, so hit the dutch\nAnd if sh*t get hectic, I'm calling mo' niggaz\nGoldgetters, golddiggaz get no liquors\nBut no weed, we hold figgaz\nAnd we so cheat (?), and we hold heat\n\n[ Chorus ] [ 2x ]\n\nIt was a weekend night and my niggas is chilling\nBurners in the bushes and the Lexus spilling\nBlunts getting blazed, mad chicks is tripping\nMy niggas get ya dirt on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Weekend Nights\n  artist: D.I.T.C.\n  album: D.I.T.C.\n  duration_ms: 239813\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [ A.G. ]\n\n  Now once I flick my bick, and the dutch get lit\n  Bloodeye spit, like you bust my shit\n  Will it never happen, I'm forever rappin'\n  I clap 'em, and dead 'em\n  Send 'em home packing, for acting\n  The black's in\n  Ease the pain just like tunacting\n  Honey is fine as a f**k, plus she snuck the mack in\n  Guess what, next up, she turn assassin\n  Along with, thirty of my dirty niggaz, blastin'\n  I hear em platinum callin', and worldwide touring\n  You want hoes? Come to any show I'm performing\n  You rob me tonight? You want make it to the morning\n  Rolled up on 'em, when this killers froze up on 'em\n  And I came with a whole truck for 'em\n  Try to tell 'em, that he got no bucks they won't bust for 'em\n  And if sh*t get hectic, I'm calling mo' niggaz\n  Goldgetters, golddiggaz get no liquors\n  But no weed, we hold figgaz\n  And we so cheat (?), and we hold heat\n\n  [ Chorus ] [ 2x ]\n\n  It was a weekend night and my niggas is chilling\n  Burners in the bushes and the Lexus spilling\n  Blunts getting blazed, mad chicks is tripping\n  My niggas get ya dirt on\n\n  [ A.G. ]\n\n  Now some cats in the hood wear shorts for draws\n  Sweats for longjohns, tryin' to get their warm on\n  I'm strong on, any song I perform on\n  Get papes, celebrate like the date I was born on\n  I spit blood and get love, sip Bud and flip cus\n  them niggas wanna leave me twisted like the spliff does\n  But I react, hoes in ya head watch ya sh*t flood\n  Like Noa's Ark, blunts burnin' like Jona Fark (?)\n  I squeeze with ease like Tone and Mark\n  We (?) demolish straight from (?)\n  Deeper than knowledge\n  Equipped to speak at ya college\n  You kill me fronting when I'm for really coming\n  Carravans packed up with my mans in 'em\n  'Cause I really want em\n  It's all good like Willy Hunting\n  Watch my diamonds glitter, I sit back and really realize\n  That I'm the nigga, they wanna know me\n  If you feel me, come show me\n  Is it really real? Or 'cause I know Pun and Joey\n  Yeah my sh*t shine my sunny Rolly\n  It couldn't hold me, if you was thick like Shaq or quick like Kobe\n  Show & A get the love, my niggaz mix the? with the Bud\n  Show the dirty don and mister Mud\n  Chicks give quickies and flicks in clubs, so hit the dutch\n  And if sh*t get hectic, I'm calling mo' niggaz\n  Goldgetters, golddiggaz get no liquors\n  But no weed, we hold figgaz\n  And we so cheat (?), and we hold heat\n\n  [ Chorus ] [ 2x ]\n\n  It was a weekend night and my niggas is chilling\n  Burners in the bushes and the Lexus spilling\n  Blunts getting blazed, mad chicks is tripping\n  My niggas get ya dirt on\n"},{"id":12007940,"name":"Weekend Nights","trackName":"Weekend Nights","artistName":"D.I.T.C.","albumName":"D.I.T.C. 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You want make it to the morning\nRolled up on 'em, when this killers froze up on 'em\nAnd I came with a whole truck for 'em\nTry to tell 'em, that he got no bucks they won't bust for 'em\nAnd if sh*t get hectic, I'm calling mo' niggaz\nGoldgetters, golddiggaz get no liquors\nBut no weed, we hold figgaz\nAnd we so cheat (?), and we hold heat\n\n[ Chorus ] [ 2x ]\n\nIt was a weekend night and my niggas is chilling\nBurners in the bushes and the Lexus spilling\nBlunts getting blazed, mad chicks is tripping\nMy niggas get ya dirt on\n\n[ A.G. ]\n\nNow some cats in the hood wear shorts for draws\nSweats for longjohns, tryin' to get their warm on\nI'm strong on, any song I perform on\nGet papes, celebrate like the date I was born on\nI spit blood and get love, sip Bud and flip cus\nthem niggas wanna leave me twisted like the spliff does\nBut I react, hoes in ya head watch ya sh*t flood\nLike Noa's Ark, blunts burnin' like Jona Fark (?)\nI squeeze with ease like Tone and Mark\nWe (?) demolish straight from (?)\nDeeper than knowledge\nEquipped to speak at ya college\nYou kill me fronting when I'm for really coming\nCarravans packed up with my mans in 'em\n'Cause I really want em\nIt's all good like Willy Hunting\nWatch my diamonds glitter, I sit back and really realize\nThat I'm the nigga, they wanna know me\nIf you feel me, come show me\nIs it really real? Or 'cause I know Pun and Joey\nYeah my sh*t shine my sunny Rolly\nIt couldn't hold me, if you was thick like Shaq or quick like Kobe\nShow & A get the love, my niggaz mix the? with the Bud\nShow the dirty don and mister Mud\nChicks give quickies and flicks in clubs, so hit the dutch\nAnd if sh*t get hectic, I'm calling mo' niggaz\nGoldgetters, golddiggaz get no liquors\nBut no weed, we hold figgaz\nAnd we so cheat (?), and we hold heat\n\n[ Chorus ] [ 2x ]\n\nIt was a weekend night and my niggas is chilling\nBurners in the bushes and the Lexus spilling\nBlunts getting blazed, mad chicks is tripping\nMy niggas get ya dirt on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Weekend Nights\n  artist: D.I.T.C.\n  album: D.I.T.C. 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You want make it to the morning\n  Rolled up on 'em, when this killers froze up on 'em\n  And I came with a whole truck for 'em\n  Try to tell 'em, that he got no bucks they won't bust for 'em\n  And if sh*t get hectic, I'm calling mo' niggaz\n  Goldgetters, golddiggaz get no liquors\n  But no weed, we hold figgaz\n  And we so cheat (?), and we hold heat\n\n  [ Chorus ] [ 2x ]\n\n  It was a weekend night and my niggas is chilling\n  Burners in the bushes and the Lexus spilling\n  Blunts getting blazed, mad chicks is tripping\n  My niggas get ya dirt on\n\n  [ A.G. ]\n\n  Now some cats in the hood wear shorts for draws\n  Sweats for longjohns, tryin' to get their warm on\n  I'm strong on, any song I perform on\n  Get papes, celebrate like the date I was born on\n  I spit blood and get love, sip Bud and flip cus\n  them niggas wanna leave me twisted like the spliff does\n  But I react, hoes in ya head watch ya sh*t flood\n  Like Noa's Ark, blunts burnin' like Jona Fark (?)\n  I squeeze with ease like Tone and Mark\n  We (?) demolish straight from (?)\n  Deeper than knowledge\n  Equipped to speak at ya college\n  You kill me fronting when I'm for really coming\n  Carravans packed up with my mans in 'em\n  'Cause I really want em\n  It's all good like Willy Hunting\n  Watch my diamonds glitter, I sit back and really realize\n  That I'm the nigga, they wanna know me\n  If you feel me, come show me\n  Is it really real? Or 'cause I know Pun and Joey\n  Yeah my sh*t shine my sunny Rolly\n  It couldn't hold me, if you was thick like Shaq or quick like Kobe\n  Show & A get the love, my niggaz mix the? with the Bud\n  Show the dirty don and mister Mud\n  Chicks give quickies and flicks in clubs, so hit the dutch\n  And if sh*t get hectic, I'm calling mo' niggaz\n  Goldgetters, golddiggaz get no liquors\n  But no weed, we hold figgaz\n  And we so cheat (?), and we hold heat\n\n  [ Chorus ] [ 2x ]\n\n  It was a weekend night and my niggas is chilling\n  Burners in the bushes and the Lexus spilling\n  Blunts getting blazed, mad chicks is tripping\n  My niggas get ya dirt on\n"},{"id":13419112,"name":"Weekend Nights","trackName":"Weekend Nights","artistName":"D.I.T.C. / A.G.","albumName":"D.I.T.C.","duration":193.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[ A.G. ]\n\nNow once I flick my bick, and the dutch get lit\nBloodeye spit, like you bust my shit\nWill it never happen, I'm forever rappin'\nI clap 'em, and dead 'em\nSend 'em home packing, for acting\nThe black's in\nEase the pain just like tunacting\nHoney is fine as a f**k, plus she snuck the mack in\nGuess what, next up, she turn assassin\nAlong with, thirty of my dirty niggaz, blastin'\nI hear em platinum callin', and worldwide touring\nYou want hoes? Come to any show I'm performing\nYou rob me tonight? You want make it to the morning\nRolled up on 'em, when this killers froze up on 'em\nAnd I came with a whole truck for 'em\nTry to tell 'em, that he got no bucks they won't bust for 'em\nAnd if sh*t get hectic, I'm calling mo' niggaz\nGoldgetters, golddiggaz get no liquors\nBut no weed, we hold figgaz\nAnd we so cheat (?), and we hold heat\n\n[ Chorus ] [ 2x ]\n\nIt was a weekend night and my niggas is chilling\nBurners in the bushes and the Lexus spilling\nBlunts getting blazed, mad chicks is tripping\nMy niggas get ya dirt on\n\n[ A.G. ]\n\nNow some cats in the hood wear shorts for draws\nSweats for longjohns, tryin' to get their warm on\nI'm strong on, any song I perform on\nGet papes, celebrate like the date I was born on\nI spit blood and get love, sip Bud and flip cus\nthem niggas wanna leave me twisted like the spliff does\nBut I react, hoes in ya head watch ya sh*t flood\nLike Noa's Ark, blunts burnin' like Jona Fark (?)\nI squeeze with ease like Tone and Mark\nWe (?) demolish straight from (?)\nDeeper than knowledge\nEquipped to speak at ya college\nYou kill me fronting when I'm for really coming\nCarravans packed up with my mans in 'em\n'Cause I really want em\nIt's all good like Willy Hunting\nWatch my diamonds glitter, I sit back and really realize\nThat I'm the nigga, they wanna know me\nIf you feel me, come show me\nIs it really real? Or 'cause I know Pun and Joey\nYeah my sh*t shine my sunny Rolly\nIt couldn't hold me, if you was thick like Shaq or quick like Kobe\nShow & A get the love, my niggaz mix the? with the Bud\nShow the dirty don and mister Mud\nChicks give quickies and flicks in clubs, so hit the dutch\nAnd if sh*t get hectic, I'm calling mo' niggaz\nGoldgetters, golddiggaz get no liquors\nBut no weed, we hold figgaz\nAnd we so cheat (?), and we hold heat\n\n[ Chorus ] [ 2x ]\n\nIt was a weekend night and my niggas is chilling\nBurners in the bushes and the Lexus spilling\nBlunts getting blazed, mad chicks is tripping\nMy niggas get ya dirt on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Weekend Nights\n  artist: D.I.T.C. / A.G.\n  album: D.I.T.C.\n  duration_ms: 193000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [ A.G. ]\n\n  Now once I flick my bick, and the dutch get lit\n  Bloodeye spit, like you bust my shit\n  Will it never happen, I'm forever rappin'\n  I clap 'em, and dead 'em\n  Send 'em home packing, for acting\n  The black's in\n  Ease the pain just like tunacting\n  Honey is fine as a f**k, plus she snuck the mack in\n  Guess what, next up, she turn assassin\n  Along with, thirty of my dirty niggaz, blastin'\n  I hear em platinum callin', and worldwide touring\n  You want hoes? Come to any show I'm performing\n  You rob me tonight? You want make it to the morning\n  Rolled up on 'em, when this killers froze up on 'em\n  And I came with a whole truck for 'em\n  Try to tell 'em, that he got no bucks they won't bust for 'em\n  And if sh*t get hectic, I'm calling mo' niggaz\n  Goldgetters, golddiggaz get no liquors\n  But no weed, we hold figgaz\n  And we so cheat (?), and we hold heat\n\n  [ Chorus ] [ 2x ]\n\n  It was a weekend night and my niggas is chilling\n  Burners in the bushes and the Lexus spilling\n  Blunts getting blazed, mad chicks is tripping\n  My niggas get ya dirt on\n\n  [ A.G. ]\n\n  Now some cats in the hood wear shorts for draws\n  Sweats for longjohns, tryin' to get their warm on\n  I'm strong on, any song I perform on\n  Get papes, celebrate like the date I was born on\n  I spit blood and get love, sip Bud and flip cus\n  them niggas wanna leave me twisted like the spliff does\n  But I react, hoes in ya head watch ya sh*t flood\n  Like Noa's Ark, blunts burnin' like Jona Fark (?)\n  I squeeze with ease like Tone and Mark\n  We (?) demolish straight from (?)\n  Deeper than knowledge\n  Equipped to speak at ya college\n  You kill me fronting when I'm for really coming\n  Carravans packed up with my mans in 'em\n  'Cause I really want em\n  It's all good like Willy Hunting\n  Watch my diamonds glitter, I sit back and really realize\n  That I'm the nigga, they wanna know me\n  If you feel me, come show me\n  Is it really real? Or 'cause I know Pun and Joey\n  Yeah my sh*t shine my sunny Rolly\n  It couldn't hold me, if you was thick like Shaq or quick like Kobe\n  Show & A get the love, my niggaz mix the? with the Bud\n  Show the dirty don and mister Mud\n  Chicks give quickies and flicks in clubs, so hit the dutch\n  And if sh*t get hectic, I'm calling mo' niggaz\n  Goldgetters, golddiggaz get no liquors\n  But no weed, we hold figgaz\n  And we so cheat (?), and we hold heat\n\n  [ Chorus ] [ 2x ]\n\n  It was a weekend night and my niggas is chilling\n  Burners in the bushes and the Lexus spilling\n  Blunts getting blazed, mad chicks is tripping\n  My niggas get ya dirt on\n"},{"id":30662623,"name":"Weekend Nights","trackName":"Weekend Nights","artistName":"D.I.T.C.","albumName":"D.I.T.C. 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You want make it to the morning\nRolled up on 'em, when this killers froze up on 'em\nAnd I came with a whole truck for 'em\nTry to tell 'em, that he got no bucks they won't bust for 'em\nAnd if sh*t get hectic, I'm calling mo' niggaz\nGoldgetters, golddiggaz get no liquors\nBut no weed, we hold figgaz\nAnd we so cheat (?), and we hold heat\n\n[ Chorus ] [ 2x ]\n\nIt was a weekend night and my niggas is chilling\nBurners in the bushes and the Lexus spilling\nBlunts getting blazed, mad chicks is tripping\nMy niggas get ya dirt on\n\n[ A.G. ]\n\nNow some cats in the hood wear shorts for draws\nSweats for longjohns, tryin' to get their warm on\nI'm strong on, any song I perform on\nGet papes, celebrate like the date I was born on\nI spit blood and get love, sip Bud and flip cus\nthem niggas wanna leave me twisted like the spliff does\nBut I react, hoes in ya head watch ya sh*t flood\nLike Noa's Ark, blunts burnin' like Jona Fark (?)\nI squeeze with ease like Tone and Mark\nWe (?) demolish straight from (?)\nDeeper than knowledge\nEquipped to speak at ya college\nYou kill me fronting when I'm for really coming\nCarravans packed up with my mans in 'em\n'Cause I really want em\nIt's all good like Willy Hunting\nWatch my diamonds glitter, I sit back and really realize\nThat I'm the nigga, they wanna know me\nIf you feel me, come show me\nIs it really real? Or 'cause I know Pun and Joey\nYeah my sh*t shine my sunny Rolly\nIt couldn't hold me, if you was thick like Shaq or quick like Kobe\nShow & A get the love, my niggaz mix the? with the Bud\nShow the dirty don and mister Mud\nChicks give quickies and flicks in clubs, so hit the dutch\nAnd if sh*t get hectic, I'm calling mo' niggaz\nGoldgetters, golddiggaz get no liquors\nBut no weed, we hold figgaz\nAnd we so cheat (?), and we hold heat\n\n[ Chorus ] [ 2x ]\n\nIt was a weekend night and my niggas is chilling\nBurners in the bushes and the Lexus spilling\nBlunts getting blazed, mad chicks is tripping\nMy niggas get ya dirt on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Weekend Nights\n  artist: D.I.T.C.\n  album: D.I.T.C. 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You want make it to the morning\n  Rolled up on 'em, when this killers froze up on 'em\n  And I came with a whole truck for 'em\n  Try to tell 'em, that he got no bucks they won't bust for 'em\n  And if sh*t get hectic, I'm calling mo' niggaz\n  Goldgetters, golddiggaz get no liquors\n  But no weed, we hold figgaz\n  And we so cheat (?), and we hold heat\n\n  [ Chorus ] [ 2x ]\n\n  It was a weekend night and my niggas is chilling\n  Burners in the bushes and the Lexus spilling\n  Blunts getting blazed, mad chicks is tripping\n  My niggas get ya dirt on\n\n  [ A.G. ]\n\n  Now some cats in the hood wear shorts for draws\n  Sweats for longjohns, tryin' to get their warm on\n  I'm strong on, any song I perform on\n  Get papes, celebrate like the date I was born on\n  I spit blood and get love, sip Bud and flip cus\n  them niggas wanna leave me twisted like the spliff does\n  But I react, hoes in ya head watch ya sh*t flood\n  Like Noa's Ark, blunts burnin' like Jona Fark (?)\n  I squeeze with ease like Tone and Mark\n  We (?) demolish straight from (?)\n  Deeper than knowledge\n  Equipped to speak at ya college\n  You kill me fronting when I'm for really coming\n  Carravans packed up with my mans in 'em\n  'Cause I really want em\n  It's all good like Willy Hunting\n  Watch my diamonds glitter, I sit back and really realize\n  That I'm the nigga, they wanna know me\n  If you feel me, come show me\n  Is it really real? Or 'cause I know Pun and Joey\n  Yeah my sh*t shine my sunny Rolly\n  It couldn't hold me, if you was thick like Shaq or quick like Kobe\n  Show & A get the love, my niggaz mix the? with the Bud\n  Show the dirty don and mister Mud\n  Chicks give quickies and flicks in clubs, so hit the dutch\n  And if sh*t get hectic, I'm calling mo' niggaz\n  Goldgetters, golddiggaz get no liquors\n  But no weed, we hold figgaz\n  And we so cheat (?), and we hold heat\n\n  [ Chorus ] [ 2x ]\n\n  It was a weekend night and my niggas is chilling\n  Burners in the bushes and the Lexus spilling\n  Blunts getting blazed, mad chicks is tripping\n  My niggas get ya dirt on\n"},{"id":33319717,"name":"A.G. - Weekend Nights","trackName":"A.G. - Weekend Nights","artistName":"D.I.T.C.","albumName":"D.I.T.C.","duration":193.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[ A.G. ]\n\nNow once I flick my bick, and the dutch get lit\nBloodeye spit, like you bust my shit\nWill it never happen, I'm forever rappin'\nI clap 'em, and dead 'em\nSend 'em home packing, for acting\nThe black's in\nEase the pain just like tunacting\nHoney is fine as a f**k, plus she snuck the mack in\nGuess what, next up, she turn assassin\nAlong with, thirty of my dirty niggaz, blastin'\nI hear em platinum callin', and worldwide touring\nYou want hoes? Come to any show I'm performing\nYou rob me tonight? You want make it to the morning\nRolled up on 'em, when this killers froze up on 'em\nAnd I came with a whole truck for 'em\nTry to tell 'em, that he got no bucks they won't bust for 'em\nAnd if sh*t get hectic, I'm calling mo' niggaz\nGoldgetters, golddiggaz get no liquors\nBut no weed, we hold figgaz\nAnd we so cheat (?), and we hold heat\n\n[ Chorus ] [ 2x ]\n\nIt was a weekend night and my niggas is chilling\nBurners in the bushes and the Lexus spilling\nBlunts getting blazed, mad chicks is tripping\nMy niggas get ya dirt on\n\n[ A.G. ]\n\nNow some cats in the hood wear shorts for draws\nSweats for longjohns, tryin' to get their warm on\nI'm strong on, any song I perform on\nGet papes, celebrate like the date I was born on\nI spit blood and get love, sip Bud and flip cus\nthem niggas wanna leave me twisted like the spliff does\nBut I react, hoes in ya head watch ya sh*t flood\nLike Noa's Ark, blunts burnin' like Jona Fark (?)\nI squeeze with ease like Tone and Mark\nWe (?) demolish straight from (?)\nDeeper than knowledge\nEquipped to speak at ya college\nYou kill me fronting when I'm for really coming\nCarravans packed up with my mans in 'em\n'Cause I really want em\nIt's all good like Willy Hunting\nWatch my diamonds glitter, I sit back and really realize\nThat I'm the nigga, they wanna know me\nIf you feel me, come show me\nIs it really real? Or 'cause I know Pun and Joey\nYeah my sh*t shine my sunny Rolly\nIt couldn't hold me, if you was thick like Shaq or quick like Kobe\nShow & A get the love, my niggaz mix the? with the Bud\nShow the dirty don and mister Mud\nChicks give quickies and flicks in clubs, so hit the dutch\nAnd if sh*t get hectic, I'm calling mo' niggaz\nGoldgetters, golddiggaz get no liquors\nBut no weed, we hold figgaz\nAnd we so cheat (?), and we hold heat\n\n[ Chorus ] [ 2x ]\n\nIt was a weekend night and my niggas is chilling\nBurners in the bushes and the Lexus spilling\nBlunts getting blazed, mad chicks is tripping\nMy niggas get ya dirt on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: A.G. - Weekend Nights\n  artist: D.I.T.C.\n  album: D.I.T.C.\n  duration_ms: 193000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [ A.G. ]\n\n  Now once I flick my bick, and the dutch get lit\n  Bloodeye spit, like you bust my shit\n  Will it never happen, I'm forever rappin'\n  I clap 'em, and dead 'em\n  Send 'em home packing, for acting\n  The black's in\n  Ease the pain just like tunacting\n  Honey is fine as a f**k, plus she snuck the mack in\n  Guess what, next up, she turn assassin\n  Along with, thirty of my dirty niggaz, blastin'\n  I hear em platinum callin', and worldwide touring\n  You want hoes? Come to any show I'm performing\n  You rob me tonight? You want make it to the morning\n  Rolled up on 'em, when this killers froze up on 'em\n  And I came with a whole truck for 'em\n  Try to tell 'em, that he got no bucks they won't bust for 'em\n  And if sh*t get hectic, I'm calling mo' niggaz\n  Goldgetters, golddiggaz get no liquors\n  But no weed, we hold figgaz\n  And we so cheat (?), and we hold heat\n\n  [ Chorus ] [ 2x ]\n\n  It was a weekend night and my niggas is chilling\n  Burners in the bushes and the Lexus spilling\n  Blunts getting blazed, mad chicks is tripping\n  My niggas get ya dirt on\n\n  [ A.G. ]\n\n  Now some cats in the hood wear shorts for draws\n  Sweats for longjohns, tryin' to get their warm on\n  I'm strong on, any song I perform on\n  Get papes, celebrate like the date I was born on\n  I spit blood and get love, sip Bud and flip cus\n  them niggas wanna leave me twisted like the spliff does\n  But I react, hoes in ya head watch ya sh*t flood\n  Like Noa's Ark, blunts burnin' like Jona Fark (?)\n  I squeeze with ease like Tone and Mark\n  We (?) demolish straight from (?)\n  Deeper than knowledge\n  Equipped to speak at ya college\n  You kill me fronting when I'm for really coming\n  Carravans packed up with my mans in 'em\n  'Cause I really want em\n  It's all good like Willy Hunting\n  Watch my diamonds glitter, I sit back and really realize\n  That I'm the nigga, they wanna know me\n  If you feel me, come show me\n  Is it really real? Or 'cause I know Pun and Joey\n  Yeah my sh*t shine my sunny Rolly\n  It couldn't hold me, if you was thick like Shaq or quick like Kobe\n  Show & A get the love, my niggaz mix the? with the Bud\n  Show the dirty don and mister Mud\n  Chicks give quickies and flicks in clubs, so hit the dutch\n  And if sh*t get hectic, I'm calling mo' niggaz\n  Goldgetters, golddiggaz get no liquors\n  But no weed, we hold figgaz\n  And we so cheat (?), and we hold heat\n\n  [ Chorus ] [ 2x ]\n\n  It was a weekend night and my niggas is chilling\n  Burners in the bushes and the Lexus spilling\n  Blunts getting blazed, mad chicks is tripping\n  My niggas get ya dirt on\n"},{"id":16969920,"name":"Weekend Nights","trackName":"Weekend Nights","artistName":"D.I.T.C.","albumName":"The Official Version","duration":192.005333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[ A.G. ]\n\nNow once I flick my bick, and the dutch get lit\nBloodeye spit, like you bust my shit\nWill it never happen, I'm forever rappin'\nI clap 'em, and dead 'em\nSend 'em home packing, for acting\nThe black's in\nEase the pain just like tunacting\nHoney is fine as a f**k, plus she snuck the mack in\nGuess what, next up, she turn assassin\nAlong with, thirty of my dirty niggaz, blastin'\nI hear em platinum callin', and worldwide touring\nYou want hoes? Come to any show I'm performing\nYou rob me tonight? You want make it to the morning\nRolled up on 'em, when this killers froze up on 'em\nAnd I came with a whole truck for 'em\nTry to tell 'em, that he got no bucks they won't bust for 'em\nAnd if sh*t get hectic, I'm calling mo' niggaz\nGoldgetters, golddiggaz get no liquors\nBut no weed, we hold figgaz\nAnd we so cheat (?), and we hold heat\n\n[ Chorus ] [ 2x ]\n\nIt was a weekend night and my niggas is chilling\nBurners in the bushes and the Lexus spilling\nBlunts getting blazed, mad chicks is tripping\nMy niggas get ya dirt on\n\n[ A.G. ]\n\nNow some cats in the hood wear shorts for draws\nSweats for longjohns, tryin' to get their warm on\nI'm strong on, any song I perform on\nGet papes, celebrate like the date I was born on\nI spit blood and get love, sip Bud and flip cus\nthem niggas wanna leave me twisted like the spliff does\nBut I react, hoes in ya head watch ya sh*t flood\nLike Noa's Ark, blunts burnin' like Jona Fark (?)\nI squeeze with ease like Tone and Mark\nWe (?) demolish straight from (?)\nDeeper than knowledge\nEquipped to speak at ya college\nYou kill me fronting when I'm for really coming\nCarravans packed up with my mans in 'em\n'Cause I really want em\nIt's all good like Willy Hunting\nWatch my diamonds glitter, I sit back and really realize\nThat I'm the nigga, they wanna know me\nIf you feel me, come show me\nIs it really real? 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Come to any show I'm performing\n  You rob me tonight? You want make it to the morning\n  Rolled up on 'em, when this killers froze up on 'em\n  And I came with a whole truck for 'em\n  Try to tell 'em, that he got no bucks they won't bust for 'em\n  And if sh*t get hectic, I'm calling mo' niggaz\n  Goldgetters, golddiggaz get no liquors\n  But no weed, we hold figgaz\n  And we so cheat (?), and we hold heat\n\n  [ Chorus ] [ 2x ]\n\n  It was a weekend night and my niggas is chilling\n  Burners in the bushes and the Lexus spilling\n  Blunts getting blazed, mad chicks is tripping\n  My niggas get ya dirt on\n\n  [ A.G. ]\n\n  Now some cats in the hood wear shorts for draws\n  Sweats for longjohns, tryin' to get their warm on\n  I'm strong on, any song I perform on\n  Get papes, celebrate like the date I was born on\n  I spit blood and get love, sip Bud and flip cus\n  them niggas wanna leave me twisted like the spliff does\n  But I react, hoes in ya head watch ya sh*t flood\n  Like Noa's Ark, blunts burnin' like Jona Fark (?)\n  I squeeze with ease like Tone and Mark\n  We (?) demolish straight from (?)\n  Deeper than knowledge\n  Equipped to speak at ya college\n  You kill me fronting when I'm for really coming\n  Carravans packed up with my mans in 'em\n  'Cause I really want em\n  It's all good like Willy Hunting\n  Watch my diamonds glitter, I sit back and really realize\n  That I'm the nigga, they wanna know me\n  If you feel me, come show me\n  Is it really real? Or 'cause I know Pun and Joey\n  Yeah my sh*t shine my sunny Rolly\n  It couldn't hold me, if you was thick like Shaq or quick like Kobe\n  Show & A get the love, my niggaz mix the? with the Bud\n  Show the dirty don and mister Mud\n  Chicks give quickies and flicks in clubs, so hit the dutch\n  And if sh*t get hectic, I'm calling mo' niggaz\n  Goldgetters, golddiggaz get no liquors\n  But no weed, we hold figgaz\n  And we so cheat (?), and we hold heat\n\n  [ Chorus ] [ 2x ]\n\n  It was a weekend night and my niggas is chilling\n  Burners in the bushes and the Lexus spilling\n  Blunts getting blazed, mad chicks is tripping\n  My niggas get ya dirt on\n"},{"id":22786244,"name":"Weekend Nights","trackName":"Weekend Nights","artistName":"D.I.T.C.","albumName":"The Official Version","duration":186.58,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[ A.G. ]\n\nNow once I flick my bick, and the dutch get lit\nBloodeye spit, like you bust my shit\nWill it never happen, I'm forever rappin'\nI clap 'em, and dead 'em\nSend 'em home packing, for acting\nThe black's in\nEase the pain just like tunacting\nHoney is fine as a f**k, plus she snuck the mack in\nGuess what, next up, she turn assassin\nAlong with, thirty of my dirty niggaz, blastin'\nI hear em platinum callin', and worldwide touring\nYou want hoes? Come to any show I'm performing\nYou rob me tonight? You want make it to the morning\nRolled up on 'em, when this killers froze up on 'em\nAnd I came with a whole truck for 'em\nTry to tell 'em, that he got no bucks they won't bust for 'em\nAnd if sh*t get hectic, I'm calling mo' niggaz\nGoldgetters, golddiggaz get no liquors\nBut no weed, we hold figgaz\nAnd we so cheat (?), and we hold heat\n\n[ Chorus ] [ 2x ]\n\nIt was a weekend night and my niggas is chilling\nBurners in the bushes and the Lexus spilling\nBlunts getting blazed, mad chicks is tripping\nMy niggas get ya dirt on\n\n[ A.G. ]\n\nNow some cats in the hood wear shorts for draws\nSweats for longjohns, tryin' to get their warm on\nI'm strong on, any song I perform on\nGet papes, celebrate like the date I was born on\nI spit blood and get love, sip Bud and flip cus\nthem niggas wanna leave me twisted like the spliff does\nBut I react, hoes in ya head watch ya sh*t flood\nLike Noa's Ark, blunts burnin' like Jona Fark (?)\nI squeeze with ease like Tone and Mark\nWe (?) demolish straight from (?)\nDeeper than knowledge\nEquipped to speak at ya college\nYou kill me fronting when I'm for really coming\nCarravans packed up with my mans in 'em\n'Cause I really want em\nIt's all good like Willy Hunting\nWatch my diamonds glitter, I sit back and really realize\nThat I'm the nigga, they wanna know me\nIf you feel me, come show me\nIs it really real? 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Come to any show I'm performing\n  You rob me tonight? You want make it to the morning\n  Rolled up on 'em, when this killers froze up on 'em\n  And I came with a whole truck for 'em\n  Try to tell 'em, that he got no bucks they won't bust for 'em\n  And if sh*t get hectic, I'm calling mo' niggaz\n  Goldgetters, golddiggaz get no liquors\n  But no weed, we hold figgaz\n  And we so cheat (?), and we hold heat\n\n  [ Chorus ] [ 2x ]\n\n  It was a weekend night and my niggas is chilling\n  Burners in the bushes and the Lexus spilling\n  Blunts getting blazed, mad chicks is tripping\n  My niggas get ya dirt on\n\n  [ A.G. ]\n\n  Now some cats in the hood wear shorts for draws\n  Sweats for longjohns, tryin' to get their warm on\n  I'm strong on, any song I perform on\n  Get papes, celebrate like the date I was born on\n  I spit blood and get love, sip Bud and flip cus\n  them niggas wanna leave me twisted like the spliff does\n  But I react, hoes in ya head watch ya sh*t flood\n  Like Noa's Ark, blunts burnin' like Jona Fark (?)\n  I squeeze with ease like Tone and Mark\n  We (?) demolish straight from (?)\n  Deeper than knowledge\n  Equipped to speak at ya college\n  You kill me fronting when I'm for really coming\n  Carravans packed up with my mans in 'em\n  'Cause I really want em\n  It's all good like Willy Hunting\n  Watch my diamonds glitter, I sit back and really realize\n  That I'm the nigga, they wanna know me\n  If you feel me, come show me\n  Is it really real? Or 'cause I know Pun and Joey\n  Yeah my sh*t shine my sunny Rolly\n  It couldn't hold me, if you was thick like Shaq or quick like Kobe\n  Show & A get the love, my niggaz mix the? with the Bud\n  Show the dirty don and mister Mud\n  Chicks give quickies and flicks in clubs, so hit the dutch\n  And if sh*t get hectic, I'm calling mo' niggaz\n  Goldgetters, golddiggaz get no liquors\n  But no weed, we hold figgaz\n  And we so cheat (?), and we hold heat\n\n  [ Chorus ] [ 2x ]\n\n  It was a weekend night and my niggas is chilling\n  Burners in the bushes and the Lexus spilling\n  Blunts getting blazed, mad chicks is tripping\n  My niggas get ya dirt on\n"},{"id":26598268,"name":"Weekend Nights","trackName":"Weekend Nights","artistName":"D.I.T.C.","albumName":"Foundation","duration":194.04075,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[ A.G. ]\n\nNow once I flick my bick, and the dutch get lit\nBloodeye spit, like you bust my shit\nWill it never happen, I'm forever rappin'\nI clap 'em, and dead 'em\nSend 'em home packing, for acting\nThe black's in\nEase the pain just like tunacting\nHoney is fine as a f**k, plus she snuck the mack in\nGuess what, next up, she turn assassin\nAlong with, thirty of my dirty niggaz, blastin'\nI hear em platinum callin', and worldwide touring\nYou want hoes? Come to any show I'm performing\nYou rob me tonight? You want make it to the morning\nRolled up on 'em, when this killers froze up on 'em\nAnd I came with a whole truck for 'em\nTry to tell 'em, that he got no bucks they won't bust for 'em\nAnd if sh*t get hectic, I'm calling mo' niggaz\nGoldgetters, golddiggaz get no liquors\nBut no weed, we hold figgaz\nAnd we so cheat (?), and we hold heat\n\n[ Chorus ] [ 2x ]\n\nIt was a weekend night and my niggas is chilling\nBurners in the bushes and the Lexus spilling\nBlunts getting blazed, mad chicks is tripping\nMy niggas get ya dirt on\n\n[ A.G. ]\n\nNow some cats in the hood wear shorts for draws\nSweats for longjohns, tryin' to get their warm on\nI'm strong on, any song I perform on\nGet papes, celebrate like the date I was born on\nI spit blood and get love, sip Bud and flip cus\nthem niggas wanna leave me twisted like the spliff does\nBut I react, hoes in ya head watch ya sh*t flood\nLike Noa's Ark, blunts burnin' like Jona Fark (?)\nI squeeze with ease like Tone and Mark\nWe (?) demolish straight from (?)\nDeeper than knowledge\nEquipped to speak at ya college\nYou kill me fronting when I'm for really coming\nCarravans packed up with my mans in 'em\n'Cause I really want em\nIt's all good like Willy Hunting\nWatch my diamonds glitter, I sit back and really realize\nThat I'm the nigga, they wanna know me\nIf you feel me, come show me\nIs it really real? Or 'cause I know Pun and Joey\nYeah my sh*t shine my sunny Rolly\nIt couldn't hold me, if you was thick like Shaq or quick like Kobe\nShow & A get the love, my niggaz mix the? with the Bud\nShow the dirty don and mister Mud\nChicks give quickies and flicks in clubs, so hit the dutch\nAnd if sh*t get hectic, I'm calling mo' niggaz\nGoldgetters, golddiggaz get no liquors\nBut no weed, we hold figgaz\nAnd we so cheat (?), and we hold heat\n\n[ Chorus ] [ 2x ]\n\nIt was a weekend night and my niggas is chilling\nBurners in the bushes and the Lexus spilling\nBlunts getting blazed, mad chicks is tripping\nMy niggas get ya dirt on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Weekend Nights\n  artist: D.I.T.C.\n  album: Foundation\n  duration_ms: 194041\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [ A.G. ]\n\n  Now once I flick my bick, and the dutch get lit\n  Bloodeye spit, like you bust my shit\n  Will it never happen, I'm forever rappin'\n  I clap 'em, and dead 'em\n  Send 'em home packing, for acting\n  The black's in\n  Ease the pain just like tunacting\n  Honey is fine as a f**k, plus she snuck the mack in\n  Guess what, next up, she turn assassin\n  Along with, thirty of my dirty niggaz, blastin'\n  I hear em platinum callin', and worldwide touring\n  You want hoes? Come to any show I'm performing\n  You rob me tonight? You want make it to the morning\n  Rolled up on 'em, when this killers froze up on 'em\n  And I came with a whole truck for 'em\n  Try to tell 'em, that he got no bucks they won't bust for 'em\n  And if sh*t get hectic, I'm calling mo' niggaz\n  Goldgetters, golddiggaz get no liquors\n  But no weed, we hold figgaz\n  And we so cheat (?), and we hold heat\n\n  [ Chorus ] [ 2x ]\n\n  It was a weekend night and my niggas is chilling\n  Burners in the bushes and the Lexus spilling\n  Blunts getting blazed, mad chicks is tripping\n  My niggas get ya dirt on\n\n  [ A.G. ]\n\n  Now some cats in the hood wear shorts for draws\n  Sweats for longjohns, tryin' to get their warm on\n  I'm strong on, any song I perform on\n  Get papes, celebrate like the date I was born on\n  I spit blood and get love, sip Bud and flip cus\n  them niggas wanna leave me twisted like the spliff does\n  But I react, hoes in ya head watch ya sh*t flood\n  Like Noa's Ark, blunts burnin' like Jona Fark (?)\n  I squeeze with ease like Tone and Mark\n  We (?) demolish straight from (?)\n  Deeper than knowledge\n  Equipped to speak at ya college\n  You kill me fronting when I'm for really coming\n  Carravans packed up with my mans in 'em\n  'Cause I really want em\n  It's all good like Willy Hunting\n  Watch my diamonds glitter, I sit back and really realize\n  That I'm the nigga, they wanna know me\n  If you feel me, come show me\n  Is it really real? Or 'cause I know Pun and Joey\n  Yeah my sh*t shine my sunny Rolly\n  It couldn't hold me, if you was thick like Shaq or quick like Kobe\n  Show & A get the love, my niggaz mix the? with the Bud\n  Show the dirty don and mister Mud\n  Chicks give quickies and flicks in clubs, so hit the dutch\n  And if sh*t get hectic, I'm calling mo' niggaz\n  Goldgetters, golddiggaz get no liquors\n  But no weed, we hold figgaz\n  And we so cheat (?), and we hold heat\n\n  [ Chorus ] [ 2x ]\n\n  It was a weekend night and my niggas is chilling\n  Burners in the bushes and the Lexus spilling\n  Blunts getting blazed, mad chicks is tripping\n  My niggas get ya dirt on\n"}]