dumb Drunk, fucked up on drugs-look at what it's come to:, Tiny microcosm of a big stupid world Short sighted, opinionated, gullible boys and girls! This music
my pen and paper were taxed But see in '90, my shit is comin on wax Money put together right, so we could use it Talent so damn tight, we make music Loc
work a 9 to 5 Get your money Stack your paper Keep a hustle on the side Go gettas keep it movin Let them hatas do they job Drop the top down on ya ride
I'm livin', really good homie (look at me dog) I used to have a job waitin' but they ain't paid me shit Before I hit the road with music plus the bangers
in the daaaay; MAMA - had to work so haaard (Ahh man!) Just to pay the rent! - All the money spent! Had to get another job! (And another job!) Now we'
around selling dope to brothers is bringing my own people down deep down I know she's right but maybe soon ill make her proud making legal money with my music
to show off the knees That's the life, yo, you wanna live it Do what I do, anything, you would give it Like Sinatra do it my way Job is the work, gettin
[Music plays in bakground] (Eightball we doin this shit once again For you fake ass niggaz lay it the fuck down BEYITCH) [Intro/Chorus:] Lay it down
work hard in the sun And do my job 'til the day is done Work just as hard at havin' fun And I'd like to turn, turn the music up Windows down kick up
[Setting: A restaurant with music playing in the background] "And now the Excited Southerner proposes to a girl." Girl: "You wanted to ask me something
that bullshit out! Like what What a girl want, What a girl need A fuckin' job and a brand new hair weave What a girl want, What a girl need A fuckin' job
with the gun out Now many people tell me New York City is horrific It is kinda... scary, but let's be realistic This is the part that started this music
can?t lose no way 200 percent I am on my job Gettin? money ain?t nothin? left to say Get on your job with me, Get on your job with me Ready for tomorrow
some grown man (shit) Yo, I need to see "The Light" like Pharoahe and Common and get off this diet of greasy-{ass} pizza and ramen So I keep my music
cite sa my music so repete sa chez vous pi dans ton auto la tien l'gros j'te donne mon flow now j'ai paye mes dues j'merite mon *do* now cite sa my music
mortician, magician, musician whose music is fatal Realm Disciples struggle with the mud in the soul Our cold stares are bold I relate to the book of Job
and make the job complete I am a vicious young man oh I am a wicked young man It's not the games that I play the movies I see the music I dig I'm just