Let um feel the beat first
I`m `bout to come through your stereo
Should my rhyme start with the hook
Start with the hook

To my people who don`t wanna go to work
Thank God it`s Friday
Cover me she`s `bout to put up her skirt
Thank God it`s Friday
Do your mom now you act so berserk
Thank God it`s Friday
What`s the track, what`s the track girl?
She don`t wanna, she don`t wanna work on Monday

I wanna thank my hood
For makin` me a star before I had fast cars
And couldn`t tell the difference between whoppers and caviar
Before the fame way before things changed
All I wanted to do was freestyle and get a name

I used to work at the fast food restaurant
For minimum wage dreamin I`m on stage
At 17 I left the house `cause my father was a minister
And I didn`t want the Marvin route

What`s goin on today to sell a song you need a video with soft porn
MC`s in the industry you wanna tip?
Don`t let them pimp you like Goldy
And tell Sony they better have my money
`Cause I play wit the Comodores and be like Lionel Richie
Low Income, I stay so hungry that if 50 Cent came to rob me
He`d be part of my charity
I, I wanna thank my hood

To my people cuttin` here in the shops
Thank God it`s Friday
To the thugs sweatin` up in the chop shops
Yo, it`s Friday
To my people that don`t got no job
Everyday it`s Friday
What`s the track, what`s the track yo?
She don`t wanna, she don`t wanna work on Monday

All the ladies sing
I don`t feel like cookin` you no breakfast
This mornin`
All my hoodlums say
You don`t have to cook me breakfast
`Cause your girlfriend will after you leave

I wanna thank my hood
For the love of money I know kids who`ll slit your throat
Friday the 13th Jason wit a trench coat
But you can`t scare Suzie
`Cause her man got so many uzi`s you`d think he was Cadivi

Meanwhile, she`s getting her nails done
Crystal clear so they could shine like wit diamonds
It`s such a shame what happened last week
Man they found her under the sheets with a letter from the Son of Sam
It said to tell New York I ain`t sleepin`
You want to be clubbin` then you better pack your heat in
And to my man G Swar Rest in Piece
I still poor liquor 1 draw on the cocoa leaf

Inhale, exhale smoke grasses
Polices in the area, but ain`t no need to panic
You wit Wyclef you getting in
If not, then we gonna make CNN
I, I wanna thank my hood

To my people who don`t wanna go to work
Thank God it`s Friday
Cover me she`s `bout to put up her skirt
Thank God it`s Friday
Do your mom know you act so berserk?
Thank God it`s Friday
What`s the track, what`s the track girl?
She don`t wanna she don`t wanna work on Monday

Yo, to my people cuttin` here in the shops
Thank God it`s Friday
To the thugs sweatin` up in the chop shops
Yo, it`s Friday
To my people who don`t got no job
Everyday it`s Firday
What`s the track, what`s the track yo?
She don`t wanna she don`t wanna work on Monday

All the ladies sing
I don`t feel like cookin` you no breakfast
This mornin`
All my hoodlums say
Well you don`t have to cook me breakfast
`Cause your girlfriend will after you leave