Hey ya, I wanna go out Out of my mind Hey ya, I wanna check out Step off of my cloud I'm going out, I, I, love it, love it I wanna go out, I wanna-na Let's get wild and make a memory Out of my mind, out of my mind No I can't take it anymore

Weekends here, good God almighty, Yeah, yeah, yeah... But we just punched out and its paycheck Friday, Yeah the big boss man, he likes to crack that whip I ain't nothing but a number on his time card slip, I give him forty hours and a piece of my soul,

Waiting in the security line I was mad as hell that I might miss my plane I felt so stupid being mad After seeing her so sad I need to check my heart I need to watch my mouth Have a little more faith A little less doubt, it ain't that hard to figure out

Cut the curtains the actors have gone home The intermission is a mission on it's own So dry your rain checks you can't put time on them There is no doubt you throw your in box out The intermission's a mission on it's own Grab your suitcase we don't have

Bitch niggas (bitch niggas) That's some good-ass weed Check it out Dawg, this game is a motherfuckin' trip man Word on the streets Everybody always tryin' to run up on me Hollerin' about word on the streets is this nigga said this Man I don't give a fuck

(Hey, hey) don't give a damn what people say (Hey, hey) save it for another day (Hey, hey) you gonna talk the talk then walk this way (Hey, hey) or save it for another day Check, check mic check one, two It's about that time This the year we take shit

This might be the night, that's right, that's right This might be the night (Kiss your ass goodbye) Y'all can't see this That this might be the night I never thought it would be like this (Yo, yo check this out, yeah motherfuckers) (Come on

It's a mystery to me The game commences For the usual fee Plus expenses Confidential information It's in a diary This is my investigation It's not a public inquiry I go checking out the report

When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit From the streets, but I got a little sense But I had to go coupe, no brain, coupe no brain I ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do And I do my

Work in a little sunshine overtime Checking on out of that nine to five Sandy streets and the windows down Hair free in the breeze getting all unwound Jump in the water go weekend wild Get wrapped up in an old beach towel Break out tequila salt and the