Intro: Scarface
 Damn  this a bitch
 We ain't gotta motherfuckin thing
 Ring CJ do what he doin in Cali for ni a
 (Hello?)
 Hey  wuz up nigga  it's Face
 (What up Fizzace?)
 Feelin I'm gone come fuck wit you
 (Come on down loco)
 Ai  please have some bitches  please
 (Ha ha ha) Ha ha ha

 Verse 1 (CJ Mack  Scarface)

 Locc  I been hustlin all week
 Tonight's the night I dips 'n try to step up in a freak
 I call this ho named Tiki, she got homies we can twist
 All we need's some chronic and a motherfuckin fifth
 Is you wit me locc?
 What's mine is yours and what's yours is mines
 When I'm in Houston you be treatin me fine
 I scoop you up in L.A.X. around 6
 I scootch you through the hood, then we gone get up in these tricks
 It's Friday night

 Two players in a black 5-0-0
 Slidin down the shore, gettin at every fly ho
 I'm wit my homey, ain't nobody set trippin
 Drops my shit off at his house and then we kept flippin
 Now see y'know your nigga don't sleep
 Homey enough and see
 Well, hand your nigga some heat
 So I can feel warm in these cold ass L.A. streets
 Now hook ya nigga wit some L.A. freaks, baby
 It's Friday night

 Hook: CJ Mack

 Straight sellin with my Texas G
 Stayin sucka free as I L-O-C
 It's Friday night

 Verse 2

 [CJ Mack]

 Two players on a hoodrat chase
 You niggas can't see me and you can't see my nigga Face

 [Scarface]

 First thang we do is hit the club
 I'm seein hella bitches in the corners tryin to show your homey love
 This bitch is fly as a bird
 And gotta ass that could swang from California all the way up thru
 Pittsburgh

 [CJ Mack]

 Hold up locc (What?)
 I know that flea
 She been out 'n club hoppin since '83 (Ain't this a bitch)
 And the bitch is still hoin
 See, get at broke bitch and fake smile and keep strollin locc (Riiiight!)
 See them busters in the corner, they don't like my hood
 I don't like their hood so it ain't all good
 So keep ya eyes on em
 Cos if it ??? ??? line, we gotta slide on em
 Ride on em

 [Scarface]

 I gots no problem kickin dust up wit punk ass little busters
 Who wants to try to buck us, we grab these guns and bust em
 I gots that tena millimetre in tha parkin lot
 [CJ Mack] Fuck em locc, we gots some bitches at the Mariott

 Hook

 Verse 3: (CJ Mack, Scarface)

 You motherfuckers better chill
 Before you fuck around and lose and get your cap peeled
 Jumps on the elevator, hops off the six floor
 Knocks on the door of room 604
 Gets greeted by the biggest pair of thighs you wanna see
 With a pair just like a *?mona?* homegirl G
 See, vee like the mix and vee like the twist of em
 Face, you can hit it first and then we can switch
 It ain't no fun if my homey can't twist a bitch
 I'll dare ya ass to try to run that 2PAC shit

 I goes high-ho silver like the fuckin Moan Ranger
 Playin here's out my dick inside a total fuckin stranger
 You fuckin with a Texas cowboy, I puts it down boy
 You ready for the second go (You know it!)
 I go two or three hours and I'm sendin these bitches off on their way
 (See ya!) You's a fool CJ!
 (Nigga, how you like the southern California freakin?)
 Dogg, I'll be back every motherfuckin weekend
 It's Friday night

 Hook: CJ Mack

 Straight sellin with my Texas OG
 Stayin sucka free as I L-O-C
 It's Friday night
 You motherfuckers better lay back
 (Cos you can't see that Face)
 Or it's just the nigga C-Mack

 Outro: CJ Mack

 Yeah Mr Scarface and CJ Mack
 Puttin in much work for Rap-A-Lot and Rap-A-Lot West for the 9-5
 You motherfuckers better stay down
 Cos y'all punks couldn't see us with ultrasound
 Coward
 [Scarface] You motherfuckers couldn't see us with glasses on
 He he, y'knowhutI'msayin