Dark alleys
Sound the music from the deep valleys
Faces adorning balaclavas
I swear the streets are for "clevers"
Especially at night

Pumped up fists
Ready to connect with wandering jaws
So to pick some cents from the pockets deep like jars

The only time these people are behind bars
Is when they locked you
Out of your RDP house,
Staring at you through the burglar doors
You put in
To keep them out

Its Friday
We pop bottles
Take a few gulps
And go start up fights
It's all within our rights

We secured the bag
So we'll chill out the back
With a few snacks
And sip the bojwals

Its Friday
Loosen up
Go to a club
And have fun
Its Friday