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Текстове на песни: Kam. Every Single Weekend (Kam).

Whassup nigga? Whassup for the weekend, nigga?

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
Shit happens ev-ev-ery-day

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
Shit that happens ev-ev-ery-day

Ten and two, fingertips on the steering wheel
Sittin' on the phone book, smellin' like Clear-a-sil
A young boy's weekend on the east side
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 rear view
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
Shit that happens ev-ev-ery-day

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 affiliated, 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
Shit that happens ev-ev-ery-day

Every single weekend
Shit happens every single weekend
Shit happens every single weekend
Shit that happens ev-ev-ery-day

Every single weekend everyday
Every single weekend everyday
Every single weekend everyday
Everyday, everyday