"Whassup nigga?  Whassup for the weekend nigga?"



[Kam]

The weekend?!

That shit ain't nothin but another two days

that niggaz act crazy on

Then it's gone, and everybody feel FUCKED UP THE ASS

cause they spent they last

on shit that they wouldn't get, no other days of the week

"Why is that?"  Because they too damn cheap

Been keepin the act up, for forty-eight hours

They weekend warriors, but weekday cowards (bustaz)

All of a sudden, everybody got so much heart

You know some shit gots to start

But believe you me, between now and then

a gang of motherfuckers lives gon' end

but yo, if they lucky they will know how to get away

Then they'll live to punk out another day

But am I wrong when I say that?

"Hell nah, cause the homies don't play that"



And y'all know, it's happenin "every single weekend"

"shit happens" "every single weekend"

"shit happens" "every single weekend"

[Slick Rick] "shit happens ev-ev-ery-day"



[Kam]

It's the same routine, every seven day period

The opposite sex, got us all doin weird shit

It's all about gettin credit, for bein that

hell of a nigga, and so you slang for the putang

Figure it out, cause see it's just for the skeezin

Ain't no other reason

And a season don't go by that niggaz don't show off

and break some laws so they can take some drawers home

Or straight perpetrate, all cause they learned wrong

Wearin beepers, that ain't even turned on

A fake Rolex, tryin to look like a star

A phony phone antenna on a rent-a-car

Wait, it don't stop with the men though

I know the same amount of hoes tradin ass for the indo

Tryin your best, but you can not fool me

into thickin that you rich, with no costume jewelry on



But it's happenin, "every single weekend"

"shit happens" "every single weekend"

"shit happens" "every single weekend"

[Slick Rick] "shit that happens ev-ev-ery-day"



[Kam]

Ten and two, fingertips on the steering wheel

Sittin on the phonebook, smellin like Clear-a-sil

A young boy's weekend on the Eastside

Caught the bus and came back with a G-ride

The little homies put the tank on E

So it's on one of y'all to rush another G

And now everybody knowin how he felt

Damn, here come one time, put on y'all seatbelt

Heart beatin so hard they shakin

If one-time pull us over nigga I'm breakin

cause they comin up fast in the rearview

So don't nobody'll look until the coast is clear too

They all on the ass like a tiger stalkin

Y'all put on the grin, and pretend we all talkin

and, if he don't sweat the rest is simple

Everybody hit his ass up out the window



And, you know we doin it, "every single weekend"

"shit happens" "every single weekend"

"shit happens" "every single weekend"

[Slick Rick] "shit that happens ev-ev-ery-day"



[Kam]

Well this was strictly for the underground parties

who can relate, straight to all these events

The ones happenin, "every single weekend"

We all look alike, ain't nobody unique

when every little girl is a prostitute

And every nigga outside police gots to shoot

because here, if a nigga ain't rappin

then he must be affilaited, slangin or kidnappin

But he trapped in a stereotype of bullshit

a four-fifth, couldn't even save him from

And then you gave him a rope to hang with

Divide and conquer him with all this gang shit

So for the streets I'ma close like this:

Fuck y'all, all that can kiss my

skinny starvin po' short low-class

stressed out fraggedy ghetto ass



"Now what was I do.." "every single weekend"

"shit happens" "every single weekend"

[Slick Rick] "shit that happens ev-ev-ery-day"



"every single weekend"

"shit happens" "every single weekend"

"shit happens" "every single weekend"

[Slick Rick] "shit that happens ev-ev-ery-day"

"every single weekend"	"everyday"

"every single weekend"	"everyday"

"every single weekend"	"everyday.. everyday.. everyday"