JIMMY FALLON lyrics - Blow Your Pants Off

Friday

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Seven A.M., waking up in the morning Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs Gotta have my bowl, gotta have a cereal Seein' everything, the time is goin' Tickin' on and on, everybody's rushin' Gotta get down to the bus stop Gotta catch my bus, I see my friends Kickin' in the front seat Sittin' in the back seat Gotta make my mind up Which seat can I take? It's Friday, Friday Gotta get down on Friday Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend Friday, Friday Gettin' down on Friday Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend Partyin', partyin' (Yeah) Partyin', partyin' (Yeah) Fun, fun, fun, fun Lookin' forward to the weekend So chillin' in the back seat In the front seat I'm drivin', cruisin' Fast lanes, switchin' lanes Wit' a car up on my side (Woo!) Passin' by is a school bus in front of me Makes tick tock, tick tock, wanna scream Check my time, it's Friday, it's a weekend We gonna have fun Yesterday was Thursday, Thursday Today i-is Friday, Friday (Partyin') We-we-we so excited We so excited We gonna have a ball today Tomorrow is Saturday And Sunday comes after ... wards I don't want this weekend to end It's Friday, Friday Gettin' down on Friday Lookin' forward to the weekend And I know it's Friday Friday, Friday Gettin' down on Friday Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend Partyin', partyin' (Yeah) Partyin', partyin' (Yeah) Fun, fun, fun, fun Lookin' forward to the weekend Friday, Friday Gettin' down on Friday Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend Friday, Friday Gettin' down on Friday Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend Partyin', partyin' (Yeah) Partyin', partyin' (Yeah) Fun, fun, fun, fun Fun, fun, fun, fun

Friday Paycheck

JOSH TURNER "Haywire"
Monday mornin' got my work boots on My checkbook tells me that my money is gone Gotta little honey dependin' on me To take her to town at the end of the week We'll find a parkin' spot so we can reconnect As soon as I get my Friday paycheck We'll get a chili cheese dog at the bowlin' lane I'm still a workin' on that perfect game Maybe catch a movie when my arm goes numb Wrap it around her when the good part comes I may look like an old redneck But I'm a high-roller with a Friday paycheck Everybody knows I like to have a good time I just gotta stay above that poverty line Food on the table, roof over head Leave somethin' to my young 'uns when I wind up dead You never know what life will throw at you next I'm countin' down the day 'til my Friday paycheck Wish I could tell the foreman when I'm under the gun Take this job and shove it son I keep it to myself 'cause I've gotta get paid And dance with my baby at the end of the day I'm a yellin' at the band when they're doin' sound check Why don't you give me some Cash with my P-P-Paycheck Everybody knows I like to have a good time I just gotta stay above that poverty line Food on the table, roof over head Leave somethin' to my young 'uns when I wind up dead You never know what life will throw at you next I'm countin' down the day 'til my Friday paycheck 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 You never know what life will throw at you next I'm countin' down the days 'til my Friday paycheck I gotta get my hands on that Friday paycheck

Get To Know Me

JOE "Ain't Nothin' Like Me"
[Intro:] New shit, Joe featuring Nas [Verse 1: Nas] Hey yo Joe Here's another one To involve Nas They drool on the blue jewels on the arm To cool in the palms still move to this song Been a minute since I heard some new Joe Cuz dawg is crazy R&B cujo And now I'm a rap psycho Norman Bates call it momma With the brown in lama But I ain't in town for no drama Just peep it shorty peep me so I'm on ya [Verse 2: Joe] In the club deep wit all of my crew Saturday nights it just what we do Just enjoying the good life Its alright in here When I turn around I see A sexy mommy starin at me I already know what shes thinking She wants me tonight, yeah [Chorus: Joe] I see you lookin at me naughty Come over and get to know me Tell me what it is ur sippin I slip it up I got the bar Maybe if you get to know me Than maybe we can leave this party Oh you gotta sexy body Come over and get to know me [Verse 3: Joe] Ur so damn hot girl ur makin me sweat U gotta round thing that I cant forget From yo hips all the way to yo chest Looks so good I must say that I'm impressed You should thank god cuz you've been blessed Come here so I can get in yo head Don't be shy [Bridge: Joe] Come over, come over Come over, come over Come over, come over Come over, come over And get to know me [Chorus x2: Joe] I see you lookin at me naughty Come over and get to know me Tell me what it is ur sippin I slip it up I got the bar Maybe if you get to know me Than maybe we can leave this party Oh you gotta sexy body Come over and get to know me [Verse 4: Nas] Yeah baby, I know why ur here I know watchu thinking But I ain't saying nuttin Great minds think alike, you intelligent species We already connect through telekinesis Plus my gear direct the monkey jeans on One pair 15 huh crisp clean air ones I'm thinking you can be my sparkle Maybe my paw they ain't raisin my offspring The Haitians let you taste the algae The grapes are sent from maple valley Your waist is slim it must be Balley's Ya killin me soft like old school Albe [Chorus x2: Joe] I see you lookin at me naughty Come over and get to know me Tell me what it is ur sippin I slip it up I got the bar Maybe if you get to know me Than maybe we can leave this party Oh you gotta sexy body Come over and get to know me Come over and get to know me Ur gonna like watchu see Oh oh oh, ah aw yeah Come over here Come Come over here Come over here baby Come over here

Show Your Ass

J-KWON "Hood Hop"
(feat. Eboni Eyes) [whispering] TrackBoyz. [J-Kwon] Come on..yeah Come on..yeah Come on..yeah Come on..ay [Verse - J-Kwon] Call me, I'm the man You need a hand boo I got a couple hundred grand Dayton's on ya feet, diamonds in ya piece And I like the way ya ass move to the beat You a freak, that's summin you can be Keep playin' wit me, then I gotta hit ya peeps The girls love me, 'cause I'm from the streets In the bed, I'm goin' thirty at least Show-Offs on the cap, plus her ass fat It's so big she gon' let me hit it from the back Not knowin' she a rat, she suckin' on my tat I gotta rub her, so there's nuthin' wrong with that the weed hold that, the blunt roll that And when you give me head, please don't hold back Where your eyes at lickin' the Kodak And when I'm finished, then you comin' it's yo pack Now.. [Hook - J-Kwon x2] Show your ass, gon' hit the flo' Show your ass, gon' hit the flo' Show your ass, gon' hit the flo' Show your ass, gon' hit the flo' [Verse - Eboni Eyes] I hops out the Jag, pocket full of cash Wish your ho would try to jump like she bad Jeans fittin' tight, weave fittin' right The way I feel my ass make the ballers blow they cash Step up in the party, sippin' the Bacardi Betta watch your man cause I'm feelin' kinda naughty I'm lookin' to my left, over to my right I head to the flo', time to get this bitch hype Niggaz in the place, all up in my face Somebody touch my ass I might have to catch a case Don't let the face fool ya, I'll give it to ya Peel a right hand jab like Zab Jooda I say what I mean, mean what I say You wanna fuck wit' me, you gotta pay like you weigh No shame in my game, if you cannot hang Get the fuck up out my face and let me do my thang [Hook - J-Kwon x2] Show your ass, gon' hit the flo' Show your ass, gon' hit the flo' Show your ass, gon' hit the flo' Show your ass, gon' hit the flo' [Verse - J-Kwon] Gon' hit the flo'...gon' hit the flo' Well I hops out the 'Lac, diamond in the back You can tell by the way I made 'Tipsy', I'm a mack Show-Off in fad, Show-Off the fact Give me a Coupe and several hoes, I'll brag Yeah I got a grammar, some say it's country But the truth is none of y'all gettin' money I tried to stay humble, but her ass rumble Give her the ball, guaranteed she gon' fumble [Verse - Eboni Eyes] Skin tight denim, fat ass in 'em I can tell by the way he lookin' at me I can pimp him This nigga herre lame, he got no game His shoes ran over wit' a fake ass chain Never big spenders, on my agenda Get him to surrender, colder than December I'm rockin' my stilettos, box of Ameretto's Before the night is over I'ma probably have to check hoes [Hook - J-Kwon x2] Show your ass, gon' hit the flo' Show your ass, gon' hit the flo' Show your ass, gon' hit the flo' Show your ass, gon' hit the flo' [J-Kwon (repeat until fade)] Show your ass

Six Fo'

JOELL ORTIZ "Human"
Put this mothafucka in neutral and let it roll This sounds best in the car Vocal calisthenics, let me flex on the bars Ain't even gotta try to tell everybody bye You could pull up any verse and never dip on the high Why am I still considered the head honcho? Fire flows turn all them designer clothes into red ponchos Paragraphs disperse lead pronto Bring you to your knees slow like Tebow watchin' the Jets-Broncos Look at what my thoughts bring These up and comers like the first day of summer, they my offspring Feels like an undercover boss thing Oh my godly pace forces me to hardly race, I'm New York's king These words runnin' 'round in my head I slow 'em down and connect 'em underground 'til y'all dead They said if you rap too good, you'll never make a profit Tell that to these bank tellers when I make deposits Tell that to the flight attendant when the plane departin' And tell your bitch get off my dick like Lorena Bobbitt This ain't no movie that I play a part in It's real life and I'm nice in the punch-you-in-the-face department Writin' hand too strong, you gotta break your arm and To try to be in conversations that my name's involved in I'm best of friends with Eminem, Dr. Dre and all them Gang members, Yelawolf, Paul, Tracy and all them I would play the park bench with a crazy Walkman Listenin' straight, no rewind button Flip the tape, fast forward just to rewind somethin' Fast forward, I'm flippin' tapes, look at me, I'm frontin' They said I'd never make it Rikers Island just knew they'd be makin' bed arrangements One of them bullets just knew they would hit my chest and cave it I'm wanted, better face it I'm Dufresne, I've been through a lot of shit, but better I 'scaped it I'm from a world full of run-up-in-your-spot robbers No carpentry class kinda ox carvers On the block with a Glock and rock joggers And nobody saw nothin', you got shot for bein' a blogger Look what all these hard bars did for me Nice guys finish last, I gotta disagree This spittin' spree keeps me at the dealership Like I fuck nothin' but virgins, every year I'm in a different V While these rappers got a kick out of mimicry My raps felt like blackbelts in the 6th degree I roundhouse anyone who tryna trade rounds With the House and house rounds in any battle, nigga, this is me I get it poppin', it's the Papi Chulo Pop into this spot, pop bottles then pop out with your mami culo Just fucked a pop star but promised to never let you know I'm tellin' you though, she look like she on Telemundo I don't care if she faked it all day Right after I nut, I said I came a long way From coppin' new Js in Dr. Jays on Broadway To stylists at the Grammys, watchin' plays on Broadway To the private invite from playwrights, guess I played it right Is y'all Mayweather or Mike, is you gon' take the fight? I'm just tryna get in shape to hit the weigh in like Skip this press conference, less nonsense, nigga say goodnight I took an oath to never let my fans down First rapper to man up'll be a man down Skinny, chubby, fat, 5'6" tall Line 'em up, I got a coffin that's one-size-fits-all This pen is what kept me out the pens, but how you act depends If a life sentence pens for pennin' your end My wrist swings like a pendulum for perfect penmanship Been there, oh my empire's dependent again

Whoops Now

JANET JACKSON "Janet"
Friday morning and all my work is done I've packed my bags I'm on the run I got a feeling that I'm gonna have some Fun in the sun with my friends and he's got me goin [CHORUS:] Whoops now Sorry I can't go Whoops now Sorry I can't go Whoops now Sorry I can't go Sorry I can't Sorry I can't go now Friday noon and my boss is on the phone He's telling me that I can't leave home An extra hand at work is what he's called for He said we need you here To my friends I'm goin [CHORUS (2x)] It makes no difference if you're off work or not You dream your weekend hand on the doorknob Out with your friends, hey, fun in the sun now That's when the phone rings Friday evening and I'm all alone at home I know my friends are havin fun I'll plan my weekend, damn it, leave the machine on Next time he calls he'll hear my voice sayin loud and clear [CHORUS (2x) w/ "I'm out havin fun in the sun with my friends"] With my friends With my friends With my friends With my friends With Ann and Rusty Tina and Moody Ken and Nancy Lynette and Tony oh oh oh Lisa and Jimmy Gwen and Julie Kimble and Josie Tish and Michael oh oh oh Karen and Terry Betta and Katie Don and Kevin Ricardo and Puffy oh oh oh Come on you guys Anguila here we come! Here we come now To the restaurants (I'm starving! let's go) For some lobster And some sleeping (some sleeping?) And some you know what else (what else?) You know! (no we don't know! like what else?) Tiddlywinks (tiddlywinks? I thought you were talking about you know what) What? (you know!) I like that part too Oops!

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