{Chorus}:
Riding in the city
On a Friday night
Riding in the city
I
{Repeat}
{Verse one}:
Friday afternoon & I want to slide
It
Six seven digits on my cellular phone
It
Time to get skin so I pick up my homies
On a Friday night when no one should be lonely
Therefore we
Straight up relaxing
We
Hell yea we
Blackstreet in the system the money is good
Approaching the bay where the barbecue
Ladies in their tight mini skirt make me look (wow)
What
Now what
You know we got to hang with the real thing
It
Summer
We got them Nysnc with the Friday show
{Repeat chorus twice}:
{Verse two}:
We tweeting down the hood it
Slipping down the street at the Westside
Everything is going like the top of the good
With the mood & the glad & I feel so right
Something in the mellow makes me going down
With the newts & the freaks at the same time
We skipping up & down with Nadaflade
We all love to do this at the way
Now it
Well Lisa back it up let
So now we got to do this straight up in the fade
Waiting for the night to take down the day
Like the sharpest over there play my shit on the air
Ketching up the vibe you better see the ride
Easy Frank Slick simplified on the side
Even though we sync we just got to cry
I
& I
Tweeting down the hood
It
{Repeat}
Well I feel alright
On a Friday night
{Chorus}:
