Lyrics Weekends (a cappella version) - black eyed peas
I
called
chad
on
wednesday
night
So
we
could
make
plans
for
thursday
night
He
said
"we
could
go
hit
the
peapods"
I
was
like
yeah,
that's
my
favorite
spot
Plus
I
like
it
there,
cause
I
got
love
on
the
list
High
powered
juice,
where
I
don't
even
get
frisked
Walk
up
in
the
place
and
get
love
from
the
misses
Pounds
from
my
brothers,
cuz
they
knowing
that
disses
The
place
to
be
to
let
it
all
out
But
when
the
weekend
come,
the
weekend
come
Y'all
could
come
So
go
tell
ya
mama
come
and
ya
papa
come
Go
to
spin
the
record
so
we
can
get
dumb
Place
packed,
capacity
maximum
Due
to
my
man
polo
promotion
And
I
can't
wait
to
go
out
and
hear
some
Chorus:
Esthero
Jumping
music,
swift
D.J.'s
Smoke
machines
and
laser
rays
Look
out
weekend
cause,
here
I
come
Because
weekends
were,
were
Walk
in
the
club
at
like
10:
00
And
the
spot
is
hot,
blowing
up
rooftops
Its
thursday
night
and
the
night
is
young
Four
day
weekend,
time
to
have
some
fun
D.J.'s
scutter
up,
drop
them
joints
Everybody's
been
waiting
to
dance
and
make
noise
B-boys,
let
me
see
you
break
it
down
And
ladies,
let
your
hips
move
around
Its
the
sound
of
the
bep
family
Got
a
poet
named
life
and
a
sister
kimy
And
the
blood
of
abraham
So
let's
get
ready
for
the
jam
Chorus:
Esthero
Jumping
music,
swift
D.J.'s
Smoke
machines
and
laser
rays
Look
out
weekend
cause,
here
I
come
Because
weekends
were,
were
(Bridge)
It
was
a
thursday
night
and
the
party
was
bumpin'
And
the
bass
was
thumpin'
and
people
was
jumpin'
And
taboo's
at
the
front
door
comin'
Taboo's
at
the
front
door
comin
And
And
here
he
come
now
And
Nah,
nah,
nah
Yo,
Mr.
Smith
Win
or
win
Mr.
Smith
Get
our
boogie
on
when
the
weekend
come
Check
the
peapod,
cause
the
vibrates
is
strong
Salinas
filipinas,
they
come
one
by
one
All
lined
up,
and
they
ready
for
fun
Short
one's,
tall
one's,
beautiful
ones
B-boys,
b-girls,
ready
to
what
Breaking
and
shaking
when
we
doing
our
ish
J-rock
from
the
beat
junkies
ready
to
mix
Cuz
they
cutting
up
the
wax
for
everybody
Come
on
over
cuz
were
having
a
party
We
lighting
up
the
sky
with
the
burning
star
Throw
your
hands
in
the
air,
if
you
know
who
you
are
Cuz
we
jumpin'
around
with
the
broshigeez
And
get
less
by
the
beat
pharmacy,
cuz
they
hitting
you
with
Chorus:
Esthero
Jumping
music,
swift
D.J.'s
Smoke
machines
and
laser
rays
Look
out
weekend
cuz,
here
I
come
Because
weekends
were
were
...worrrrd
up
...worrrrd
up
Look
out
weekend
cuz,
here
I
come
Because
weekends
were,
were.
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