[Intro]. Let um feel the beat first. I'm bout to come through your stereo. Should I rhyme or start with the hook?. Start with the hook. To my people who don't wanna go to work. Thank God it's Friday. Cover me she bout to put up her skirt. Thank God it's Friday. Do Your mom now you act so berserk. Thank God it's Friday. What's the track what's the track girl?. She don't wanna she don't wanna work on Monday. (I wanna thank my hood). [Verse 1]. For makin me a star before I had fast cars. And couldn't tell the difference between Whoppers and caviar. Before the fame. Way before things changed. All I wanted to do was freestyle and get a name. I used to work at the fast food restaurant. For minimum wage. Dreamin I'm on stage. At 17 I left the house. Cause my father was a minister. And I didn't want the Marvin route. What's goin on?. Today to sell a song you need a video with soft porn. MC's in the industry. You wanna tip?. Don't let them pimp you like Goldy. And tell Sony they better have my money. Cause I play wit the Comodores and be like Lionel Richie. Low Income I stay so hungry that if 50 Cent came to rob me. He'd be part of my charity. (I wanna thank my hood). [Chorus]. To my people cuttin hair in the shops. Thank God it's Friday. To the thugs sweatin up in the chop shops. Yo it's Friday. To my people that don't got no job. Everyday it's Friday. What's the track what's the track yo?. She don't wanna she don't wanna work on Monday. All the Ladies sing. [Ladies]. I don't feel. Like cookin you no breakfast. This mornin. (Wyclef: All my hoodlums say). [Guys]. Well you don't have. to cook me breakfast. Cause your girlfriend will. After you leave. (I wanna thank my hood). [Verse 2]. For the love of money. I know kids who'll slit your throat. Friday the 13th. Jason wit a trench coat. But you can't scare Suzie. Cause her man got so many uzi's you'd think he was Cadivi. Meanwhile she's getting her nails done. Crystal clear so they could shine like wit diamonds. It's such a shame what happened last week. Man they found her under the sheets with a letter from the Son of Sam. It said to tell New York I ain't sleepin. You want to be clubbin then you better pack your heat in. And to my man G Swar Rest in Piece. I still poor liquor. 1 draw on the cocoa leaf. Inhale exhale smoke grasses. Polices in the area but ain't no need to panic. You wit Wyclef you getting in. If not then we gonna make CNN. (I wanna thank my hood). To my people who don't wanna go to work. Thank God it's Friday. Cover me she bout to put up her skirt. Thank God it's Friday. Do your mom know you act so berserk?. Thank God it's Friday. What's the track what's the track girl?. She don't wanna she don't wanna work on Monday. Yo to my people cuttin here in the shops. Thank God it's Friday. To the thugs sweatin up in the chop shops. Yo it's Friday. To my people who don't got no job. Everyday it's Friday. What's the track what's the track yo?. She don't wanna she don't wanna work on Monday. All the Ladies sing. [Ladies]. I don't feel. Like cookin you no breakfast. This mornin. (Wyclef: All my hoodlums say). [Guys]. Well you don't have. to cook me breakfast. Cause your girlfriend will. After you leave. [Guitar Solo]. (Daddy play that guitar)