party out I'd like to, I'd like to break it down down Cold turn the party out Ah ah, I smoke Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday
tall bitches, even fuck small bitches Too bad I can't fuck all you bitches It don't take players like me too long To get bitches like you to let me take
teaser She knows what I like and that's to please her On Saturday there's Susie, who likes my jacuzzi She hops in naked with her bare ass booty She takes
,friday,saturday (hustle) on sunday,monday,tuesday,wednesday,thursday,friday,saturday (hustle) on sunday,monday,tuesday,wednesday,thursday,friday,saturday (hustle) on sunday
ipood on singing along to black boys. then skipping along to take that, so take that say what? i hate rap! haha.. aint that funny? shitting on rappers like i ate that
to ask she's a slave to the money and I'm the master [Hook: Nate Dogg] That's why I smoke Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday don
thing tomorrow and we gon leave em talkin bout YESTERDAY! (VERSE 2 - RAY J) Ere sunday I'm at church with my daddy Ere saturday I'm out drinkin boooze ? ere sunday
it's not even noon and I already had two Times three, that's me taking all that I can take Want me to promise that I won't drink, but that's a promise
up with the biggest fuckin headache Hungover like a bitch I'm never drinkin again homeboy Ha, yeah right I usually wait til Sunday to have my menudo But it's Saturday
if you talking like you deaf God-fearing still taught me how to two-step Took me to church, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday Than Sunday thinking why me That
) tryin to break the monotony get away from my property ain't no way that you stoppin me at a party i got to be but the (?tech?) was a shock to me that
Take a courts on winning, forts of women Monday through Friday the Porsche is driven Change the Range to Thursdays, put that away Hard top Wednesdays, drop top Saturdays
the Wild Wild West So I've been blessed, so I guess that I can give back Football in the hood, dog, you dig that? I brought the demos back and that's
hurry don't worry 40 vision blurry Shorty hit the freeways climbin like that nigga Joe Torre (Celly Cel) What do you know it's siggity Cel That funky niggero that
Friday night I crashed your party Saturday I said i'm sorry Sunday came and trashed me out again I was only having fun Wasn't hurting any one And
Check it by the Saturday, Sunday Check yourself Oh, you ought to check yourself Ain't no harm today, no, no, check yourself You can take a little time
a hopeless world Churches are full, but the prayers are not heard Saturday's child don't wanna to go to Sunday school Whatever happened to the golden rule It takes
someday when I'm ninety She's that wooden rocking chair I want rocking right beside me Everyday that passes I only love her more Yeah, she's the one That