Black Friday

There ain't nothing just like a black friday ya'll
There ain't nothing just like a black friday.

V1.

I'm waking up feeling good staring at my neighborhood,
People come and go some fast and some slow

The kids out playing in the sun and having fun,
It's only 12 o'clock and the day just begun.

I'm calling all my friends so we can have a block party,
Old folks and young we don't need to hurt nobody.

Bring ya' cards and bones and ya' bar-b-que grills,
Cooking Chicken and ribs and all kinds of meals.

Get the boombox out and make it go pass eight,
We're going old skool whip out the 8-track tapes.

Beat boxing pop locking put ya' self in a trance,
Pullin' out the cardboard and we start to break-dance.

Busting out with the shuffle mix it up with the hustle,
Security guards here naw we don't need no muscle.

lemonade stands live bands don't need to pay,
Even the white folks coming celebrating the black friday.

V2.

Soul food home cooking with my plate of greens,
Everyobody's in line they're still moving there spine.

Potatoe salad, hot dogs, macaroni & cheese,
Cornbread, watermelon, don't forget to say please.

Now everybody's stuff while the the dj still spinning,
In a food coma and were laughing and were grinning.

Thinking about the times and all the days that we missed,
It's like a comfort zone and we all reminisce.

No gangs, no thugs, nobody's catching a slug,
We're huggin' one another knuckle up and love.

Feeling great with a smile as the crowds just fades,
I watch the sun goes down while I'm sitting in the shade.

Some people stay and help me and were cleaning up the mess,
They turn around and say Hood your party was the best.

So what's up for tonight? I got something in mind,
I meet ya'll at the club 2 hours after nine.

v3.

It's down up in the club with all the cuties with apple booties,
That make you wanna stutter and cal up her mother.

Cause you know you been blessed with all that mess in ya' treasure chest,
Now pop it and stop it right there While I'm smelling ya' hair.

Makin' sweat like keith how deep is your love,
Keep on backin' it up beacause the Hood is gonna shove.

Just call me tiger woods I'll make a hole in one,
One swing with my iron and I know you'll be admiring.

cause I'm catching case now let me grab your waist,
yeah move to the beat while ya' feeling my bass.

I got ends now let me spin some of juice to get loose,
I just want you on the floor so I can ride ya' caboose.

Double dippin' thems jugs just make a niguh fall in love,
You haters get back don't even try to mean mug.

Slide down on my pole cause it's on cruise control,
Bend over touch ya' toes like my wallet I fold.