"Whassup nigga?Whassup for the weekend nigga?"    [Kam]  The weekend?!  That shit ain't nothin but another two days  That niggaz act crazy on  Then it's gone, and everybody feel FUCKED UP THE ASS  Cause they spent they last  On shit that they wouldn't get, no other days of the week  "Why is that?"Because they too damn cheap  Been keepin the act up, for forty-eight hours  They weekend warriors, but weekday cowards (bustaz)  All of a sudden, everybody got so much heart  You know some shit gots to start  But believe you me, between now and then  A gang of motherfuckers lives gon' end  But yo, if they lucky they will know how to get away  Then they'll live to punk out another day  But am I wrong when I say that?  "Hell nah, cause the homies don't play that"    And y'all know, it's happenin "every single weekend"  "shit happens""every single weekend"  "shit happens""every single weekend"  "shit happens ev-ev-ery-day" -> Slick Rick    [Kam]  It's the same routine, every seven day period  The opposite sex, got us all doin weird shit  It's all about gettin credit, for bein that  Hell of a nigga, and so you slang for the putang  Figure it out, cause see it's just for the skeezin  Ain't no other reason  And a season don't go by that niggaz don't show off  And break some laws so they can take some drawers home  Or straight perpetrate, all cause they learned wrong  Wearin beepers, that ain't even turned on  A fake Rolex, tryin to look like a star  A phony phone antenna on a rent-a-car  Wait, it don't stop with the men though  I know the same amount of hoes tradin ass for the indo  Tryin your best, but you can not fool me  Into thickin that you rich, with no costume jewelry on    But it's happenin, "every single weekend"  "shit happens""every single weekend"  "shit happens""every single weekend"  "shit that happens ev-ev-ery-day" -> Slick Rick    [Kam]  Ten and two, fingertips on the steering wheel  Sittin on the phonebook, smellin like Clear-a-sil  A young boy's weekend on the Eastside  Caught the bus and came back with a G-ride  The little homies put the tank on E  So it's on one of y'all to rush another G  And now everybody knowin how he felt  Damn, here come one time, put on y'all seatbelt  Heart beatin so hard they shakin  If one-time pull us over nigga I'm breakin  Cause they comin up fast in the rearview  So don't nobody'll look until the coast is clear too  They all on the ass like a tiger stalkin  Y'all put on the grin, and pretend we all talkin  And, if he don't sweat the rest is simple  Everybody hit his ass up out the window    And, you know we doin it, "every single weekend"  "shit happens""every single weekend"  "shit happens""every single weekend"  "shit that happens ev-ev-ery-day" -> Slick Rick    [Kam]  Well this was strictly for the underground parties  Who can relate, straight to all these events  The ones happenin, "every single weekend"  We all look alike, ain't nobody unique  When every little girl is a prostitute  And every nigga outside police gots to shoot  Because here, if a nigga ain't rappin  Then he must be affilaited, slangin or kidnappin  But he trapped in a stereotype of bullshit  A four-fifth, couldn't even save him from  And then you gave him a rope to hang with  Divide and conquer him with all this gang shit  So for the streets I'ma close like this:  Fuck y'all, all that can kiss my  Skinny starvin po' short low-class  Stressed out fraggedy ghetto ass    "Now what was I do..""every single weekend"  "shit happens""every single weekend"  "shit that happens ev-ev-ery-day" -> Slick Rick    "every single weekend"  "shit happens""every single weekend"  "shit happens""every single weekend"  "shit that happens ev-ev-ery-day" -> Slick Rick  "every single weekend""everyday"  "every single weekend""everyday"  "every single weekend""everyday.. everyday.. everyday"