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that hurt, going insane
She's mad at some lad
Drove off and didn't pay for his gas and he won't be the last
'round the clock pain
Work seven to three
Went to the station
Down in the yard
Gonna catch me a freight train
Work's done got hard
Now she's gone
An' I don't worry
Lord, I'm sittin' on top
a couple days and she still won't speak
Still I got to hit the road again
Begin another week

I work hard
Goddamn hard
To keep this roof over my head
And pay
For all my niggaz, that drug dealin' just to get by
Stack ya money till it gets sky high
Do me a favor kids sing, kids sing
We wasn't supposed
Manson just like
I'm diggin' real hard for some money to spend
Well it ain't that bad if the summer's free
I got my evenings, to cruise the scene oh
store
Me and my partner Sonny built her straight out of scratch
And he rides with me from town to town
We only run for the money, got no strings
store
Me and my partner Sonny built her straight out of scratch
And he rides with me from town to town
We only run for the money, got no strings
the Seven-Eleven store
Me and my partner Sonny built her straight out of scratch
And he rides with me from town to town
We only run for the money, got no strings
store
Me and my partner Sonny built her straight out of scratch
And he rides with me from town to town
We only run for the money got no strings
store
Me and my partner Sonny built her straight out of scratch
And he rides with me from town to town
We only run for the money got no strings
Pimp like me, pimp like me, work the bitch

When I meet a ho I gotta hold her
Cause I know just how to mack a ho, I (w-work the bitch)
Uh, now she know
pimpin' I be gettin' that loot
I look at her dookie shoot
I tell the hoe she gotta w-w-work the bitch
A pimp like me just wanna work that bitch hard

Pimp
shall not hurt
For money food shelter or work
Louie, Henny, Remy, or Urp
Chicken, dimes, hoes in skirts
I'm in my truck smoking purp
Tryin' to see
the hula hoop around the gym
(Just to get a peek again, she's a 10)
Never thought that she would come and work for the president
Mr. George Washington
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's

Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'till it get sky high
Oh, hard is the fortune of all woman kind
She's always controlled, she's always confined
Controlled by her parents until she's a wife
A slave to her
a fiend for the way you {w-work the bitch}
Uhh - cause a pimp like me just wanna work that bitch hard
What - when you walkin the red carpet or the runway
I
Cause I'm a fiend for the way you (w-work the bitch)
Uh, cause a pimp like me just wanna work that bitch hard
What, when you walkin' the red carpet
the work's all done this fall

Now when I left my home, boys, my Mother for me cried
She begged me not to go, boys, for me she would have died
My Mother's
The next woman I get
She gotta have a job
I'm not tryin' to be no pimp
I just don't intend to work to hard
I won't have to buy the groceries
She
Anthony works in the grocery store
Savin' his pennies for someday
Mama Leone left a note on the door
She said, Sonny, move out to the country
Workin'
Bitch, you know you've been fucked by many
       So come and be my private dancer
       I got some money if that's the answer
       I really want to be
Anthony works in the grocery store
Savin' his pennies for someday
Mama Leone left a note on the door
She said
"Sonny, move out to the country."
momma
You can't tie a sweater over that ass, or hide it in pajamas
We lay back, blowin' ganja
DVD, she make it hard to watch a flat TV, whoa
I crept
I like big booty and big ol' titties
Bitch, you know you've been fucked by many
So come and be my private dancer
I got some money if that's