Story Behind The Song

Reliving my youth through a song.

Song Description

Party song about drinking and hitting the bars on a Friday night after a long week.

Lyrics

I'm hotter than cayenne in your piping hot chili
Freshly shaved head for the ladies, no really
I come out blazing on a Friday night
'Cause the week's too long, now it's over alright
Get dressed up with my best pants saggin'
Ring up my man we going double dragon
Like fists of fury this night will fly
Don't ask me why I don't get high
I rock up on the mic and the mic's the shit
I kinda roll like Hammer I'm too legit
You down with OPP? Hell no not me
But I'm a freaker on the weekend if you know what I mean
I rock fat jams 'cause I am the man
Ripping this shit like many can
But they're not here right now it's just me
I better rock this weekend properly

Chorus:
Yo, we rock it for the weekend 'cause it's Friday night kid
We rock it for the weekend 'cause it's Friday night kid
We rock it for the weekend 'cause it's Friday night kid
Whatever was done was whatever we did...

Yo, we lining up bar specials, time for cheap shots
It's 5 o'clock somewhere and we're here at the spot
Warming up patios before we hit the clubs
What am I 20 years old? Nah, but I once was
Get me a 20 ounce draft before it turns 60
A couple more shots pretty soon I'm getting tipsy
Honey's at the spot wanna check out what I got
Just kidding they don't ever think that I'm hot
But I got my gal and she's also a pal
Like's to slug back the vino she won't touch the Mezcal
Just bring us to the party we'll liven shit up
It's best to wait until we're good and fucked up

(Chorus)

Yo, the line up's 'round the block, good thing we got here early
Don't wanna be the first one's in that's kinda nerdy
Ah well, it's done and it's fun... We'll party in the sun
Get the night started while the night is still young
Every weekend we can do it like we're Spirit of the west
Then we're gonna find out who needs home for a rest
Beat up on some kegs 'til they won't give us anything
And in the morning I know that my will ring
Like church bells on a Sunday in the A.M.
On my hands and knees I'm prayin'
Blackouts and nausea is what I'll find
But still it gets done every time.

(Chorus)