Must be Friday

I work from home on Friday, and because it's generally not a busy day, I have a lot of free time. So I decided to reprint the lyrics to Masta Ace's Soda and Soap, a clever song that encorporates the names of various soft drinks and soaps (hence the title). Sounds corny, right? It actually works really well. If you like intelligent hip-hop, do yourself a favor and pick up Ace's A Long Hot Summer. Or be a filthy criminal and download it off the Net.

I met this girl named Fantasy on Wall Street
From Tahiti, a real Tahitian Treat
She had a lot of Pepsi honey was peace
And she told me she liked my smile like Shanice
She danced at this club and made the guys holler
And in a Minute Maid like a thousand dollars
The club that was run by Mr. Schweppes, he had a rep
And everybody watched they step
Cuz word on the street was he was no joke
Had everything from crack, marijuana to Coke
Later at the club saw this guy named Wayne
Who always bettin’ money on the Giants game
As soon as it’s on yo I stayed away
Cuz he the type who Welch's a bet and won’t pay
I keep tryin’ to tell him be a straight stepper
Somebody gonna Slice him and send him to Dr. Pepper
Went to the bar checked the score
Got the bartender told him what to pour
He put it on my Tab as he filled my cup
And told me the game was tied 7-Up
Around 12 o’clock she came out to dance
Had all the guys pushing just to have a chance
To spend a little money trying to see the rest
She was blessed, in an Orange Crushed velvet dress
But I stayed by the bar cuz I already know how it go
I already saw the show
See I went to a club like this in Toronto
And came back from Canada Dry with no dough
And ever since then I C&C clear
You never find love in this atmosphere
Sometimes you gotta find a better place to be in
Maybe go to a Mountain Dew a little skiing
So I finished up my drink and I said goodbye
And got home before the Sunkist the sky
No matter where you from or which way you leaning
Now goin’ pop got a whole new meaning

The Y2k is a brand new Era
I’m tryin’ to make hits like Yogi Berra
I wonder how long I’ll be in this biz
Cuz it’s not All Cheer like you think it is
There’s a whole lot to Gain but a lot to lose
Just ask any rapper who paid dues
Everybody now and then bound to struggle
I just grab my wife and we lay and Snuggle
We talk about the Ivory Coast, how one day
We gonna sail on the Tide and get Whisked away
Look up at the stars ‘til the crack of Dawn
Hold up I never leave your side for long
But for now I keep on making you Bounce
And make Sure somethin' in my checking accounts
Grab my cell phone and then start to Dial
Take a look at my life and start to smile
It’s funny how the game make you change your tone
Cuz the Joy of my life is the microphone
So I straighten up my act and keep doin’ my thing
Gettin’ the green, nahmean getting it clean

And while you're being a pirate, you should also try to get a copy of the Hide Ya Face Remix by Ghostface and El-P, quite possibly the best song ever.