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Friday Night

It's friday night on the streets of L.A.
I'm going out cuz I've been working at the job all day
Got the info line number with directions to the site
Ugly Duckling's on the bill to rock the mic right tonight
I gotta be hype and get the crowd reacting
I call Dizzy's house he says what's up
I say what's happenin

Get my DJ on three way
Don't forget to bring the guestlist
See the freshest
Off the wall like asbestos
I rock without the tee tops
Walk without the Reebok's
And talk until the beat stops
Than pick it back up with the beatbox
And, yo, I gotta ride so you need not

Cool, I'm leavin at 7:30
We can caravan to the jam
With Einstein, the two hand band
In command like a general
Lighter than a dinner roll
Solid as a mineral
Open like a centerfold
Hey, save it for the chorus
The crowd looks enormous
So give a peak performance

I need a soundcheck so my mic sounds nice
I'll be in it in a minute like microwave rice
I grab the mic like a dynamite stick
Then light the wick
And keep it lit with ever lyric I spit
Beats to the rhyme
We stick like turpentine
Dizzy Dustin, Andy Cooper and Young Einstein

[Chorus]
It's the jam
You know it's on
Get with it y’all
Whatcha wanna do
Rock the old school
Just listen real close

When we take crowds back to the days of the 10-Yard Fight
And Gyromite they jump like Excitebike
Guaranteed delight when the needle drops
Soundman EQ the level so the beat'll rocks
And then hand over the microphone
I get a tight grip
Cuz when it's time to swing I hit like Mike Schmidt

Get this, I drop more lines then a Tetris
When Young Einstein throws on the dookie necklace
He's the drum major with his thumb to the fader
Attacking the wax on the record player
Working up a sweat till we close the set
With the song that's “fresher then a moist towelette”

Now when the jam is over It's hugs and handshakes
And than the band breaks for shakes and pancakes
I'm home for Bran Flakes and Z's
Hit the bath mat, take a hot shower
And a cat nap, please
Don't call me in the mornin cuz I wanna sleep in
Yo, Dizzy Dustin, we did it again

For you it might be over but, for me, it's just beginnin
The club must be endin, cuz no one's bartendin
They turn on the bright light and I feel like a gremlin
The jam is breakin up but at my pad it's reassemblin
Take Orange down to Market, then a right on Lemon
Everyone's invited so I hope you'll be attendin

[Chorus]