| Lyrics: | Verse One]
I called Tab on Wednesday night
So we could make plans for Thursday
night
He said "we could go hit the peapods"
I was like yeah, that's my favorite
spot
Plus I like it there, cuz I got love on the list
High powered juice, where I don't
even get frisked
Walk up in the place and get love from the misses
Pounds from my
brothers, cause they knowing that this is
the place to be to let it all out
But when the
weekend come, the weekend come, y'all could come
So go tell ya momma come and ya papa
come
Go to spin the record so we can get dumb
Place packed, capacity maximum
Due to
my man Polo Promotion
And I can't wait to go out and hear some
[Chorus:
Esthero]
Jumping music, swift DJ's
Smoke machines and laser rays
Look out weekend
cause, here I come
Because weekends were, werrrre
[Verse Two]
Walk in the club
at like 10 o' clock
And the spot is hot, blowing up rooftops
Its Thursday night and the
night is young
Four day weekend, time to have some fun
DJ's cut it up, drop them
joints
Everybody's been waiting to dance and make noise
B-Boys, let me see you break it
down
And ladies, let your hips move around
Its the sound of the BEP family
Got a poet
named Life and a sister Kimy (worrrrd up)
And the blood of Abraham (worrrrd up)
So let's
get ready for the jam
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
It was a Thursday night and the
party was bumpin'
And the bass was thumpin' and people was jumpin'
And taboo's at the
front door comin'
Taboo's at the front door comiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin
and
and (here he
come now)
and
nah, nah, nah
[Verse Three]
Yo, Mister Will.i.am (Mister
Will.i.am)
When oh when (Mister Will.i.am)
Get our boogie on when the weekend
COME
Check the peapod, cuz the vibes is STRONG
Selenas, Philipinas, they come one by
ONE
All lined up, and they ready for FUN
Short one's, tall one's, beautiful
ONES
B-boys, B-girls, ready to WHAT
Breaking and shaking when we doing our ish
J-Rock
from the Beat Junkies ready to mix
Cuz they cuttIng up the wax for everybody
Come on over
cuz were having a party
We lighting up the sky with the burning STAR
Throw your hands in
the air, if you know who you ARE
Cuz we jumpin' around with the Broshigeez
And get blessed
by the beat pharmacy
cause they hittin you with
[Chorus]
....worrrrd
up
....worrrrd up
Look out weekend cause, here I come
Because weekends were,
werrrre |
