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I'm gonna find me a groovy little hippie pad.
I'm gonna find me a groovy little hippie pad.
I work a hundred grand scam from a border town.
Well,
to call me the pirex kid, aka young arm and hammer
In the kitchen with the pots yeah work the glass
Hard on 'em pimp yeah I work the task
And when they
right
If you was brown, stick around
But if you black, m-mm brother, git back git back git back

Me and a man was workin' side by side
This is what
right
If you was brown, stick around
But if you black, m-mm brother, git back git back git back

Me and a man was workin' side by side
This is what
The come-back of a trouper when God wondered at her work
She asked me of the movie stars and singers of today
I said I couldn't think of one she wouldn't blow
money, that i.r.s can tax money you dig me

Just made a hundred of that brown paper bag money
I thank god for the meal he prepared for me
Taking my fam
right
If you was brown, stick around
But if you black, m-mm brother, git back git back git back

Me and a man was workin' side by side
This is what
Brown shoes don't make it
Brown shoes don't make it
Quit school, why fake it
Brown shoes don't make it

Tv dinner by the pool
Watch your
unwound

Let's start off nice and easy
Something like "If I Know Me"
And we'll work our way up slowly to "Fool Hearted Memory"
Yeah I've got all night
Work, work, work, I got it
Work, work, work, I got it
I got it, I got it

Call me Joey I'm a bad ass, Harlem world like Baghdad
Come through with
doors,
The watch knock down by threes and fours,
And let the doctors work their cures,
And tinker up our bruised

Instead of spa, we'll drink brown
people, I was not ready
When I fucked this dyke by the name of Freddie
She made a little speech then,
Aw, she tried to make me say when
She had my balls
Tall just my height
Tall brown skin
African decent
So decent
World wide princess
Get down to business
Ain't by the bulls***
Y'all know
Stand up
Every since the day I was big enough to put my pants on by myself
You could find me somewhere with the radio turned on
Then one night I gave my
By now she knows how much she needs me
'Cause she can't make it on her own
By now she thinks I really miss her
But I've hardly noticed she was gone
me
'Cause I can't work a job,
Like any other slob,
Punch it in
And punch it out
And suckin' up to Bob,
Marrying a bitch
Having 7 kids
Giving up
Nines crowns verses your nine towns
Run up with nine 9's, brown down, get to lyin' you down
[Chorus: sampled singer {U-God} (Raekwon)]	
One of these
\"You're right it's getting late
You and me got work to do
We can't be burning daylight too

She took down the long lead rope 
And stayed off that
hundred, had a bomb smoke that's real
I hate see the homies pass by, they creep inside
Lettin niggaz know that this the see-SIIDE! (yeah)

{*with singer
come down ruffneck like this now seen?
Mad Lion hold tight

[Chorus]
Brown skin woman, you a queen, not a hoe
Any man that drop the lyric what we
finger
Sowed up like a singer

Baa-by girl
I make every nigga irrelevant
I'm sex intelligent

[Chorus]
Sex Intelligent
Know how to work it right
money, that i.r.s can tax money you dig me

Just made a hundred of that brown paper bag money
I thank god for the meal he prepared for me
Taking my fam
people, I was not ready
When I fucked this Dyke by the name of Freddi!
She made a little speech then,
Oh she tried to make me say when
She had my balls
Clock radio wakes me up from my dreams

This bathroom floor's feeling cold on my feet

But I keep the rhythm by brushing my teeth to the radio
new
Diamond link that you see me with on
Mmm
Smooth, you knowhatI'msayin? You know why?
Why Kane?
'Cause I get the job done

"I work"
"I work