Lyrics:
Trapman trapman
Stash the work by the trashcan
Hansberry like bagdad
Warzone bitch back back
One time for the one time
Two times if you on mine
Three
you knowhatI'msayin? You know why?
[Riley] Why Kane?
[Kane] Cause I get the job done
Chorus: repeat 2X
"I work" (3X) "I work.. baby!"
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Well, no matter if you build a house
Or rob a bank, or make a record
It's a job
And when the job is done, you gotta know
Lord, Lord, Lord, is there a place for me
In the scheme of things
In the service of the King
Lord, Lord, Lord, there is no job too great
As I grow in
the first
Man, give me these fuckin' keys, dawg
Give me my keys, I'ma be late for work
Fuck yo' job, today gon' be the day you walk to that bitch
Give me
and a Porsche by the lakeshore
All paid for it's what I'm made for
Riding on my skateboard
Tryna make more
Like a bank job tryna take score
Need a house
you
How could I go in without you
How girl
I want you by my side girl
My side for life
I want you by my side for life
I want you by my side girl
My side
I just be too legit
Tell by the way i smoke
I done been through some shit
I just been on my job
Don't give a fuck who you is
They finna call me
petrified and nervous
I got no mercy for these
Niggas tryin' to serve us
But if you catch me outta pocket
Then I'm got you love to shoot a nigga but
You
don't like the job
Secretaries don't like my ways
I hire and fire, give you checks on the spot
I hire and fire, give you checks when it's hot
on the income
I'm finally done now it's time to get myself a job
Are you serious? I don't have experience
I been working too hard, I ain't hearing it
A couple
to breakdown and cry
Now that you know
It will be your job so try to take it slow
Don't think about the days, or the time that goes
As you work, slave away, for
the brother by my side at?
Yo, you really need to stop that
Get it right
It's not even like that
Try to get a job before we livin' outta box, black
Here,
My B.O. double S ain't
Nothing but a S.O.B
He ain't nothing but a S.O.B
Fuck a J.O.B
Till I'm R.I.P
Hey yo
You make me want to quit my job, but I
a job, for her to do
You know I'm talkin' about
The lover in you
The lover in you, the lover in you
The lover in you, the lover in you
If there's
it up for me when I'm stressed
You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss
New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York
Texas I be screwed
Job Jenkins was a baker, a very honest elf,
cnd by baking crust and crumb he made a tidy crust himself.
But Job he lived in better days when bills
gender
And somehow come together to find
Solutions for a broken planet
We have the resources as a
Civilization to find a utopia
But we’re led by the most
Catch me on the job
This one for my squad
Do this every day yeah
Gotta get them opps
This don't ever stop
See me on my way
Do this round the clock
Mama, I'm thankful for all you did for me
Put a roof on our head so we could sleep
Always made sure we had shoes on our feet
Working three jobs just
score
And with each new play, you're aiming for more
From the cut to the deal, and the pegging to the crib
Cribbage is a game that you'll never beat me in
cream, ice cream paint job
Whoa!
Clean on the outside, cream on the inside, ice cream paint job (paint job)
Got screens on the dash, watchin' Saved By
start to not believe in God (what?)
Good nigga, then she forced you to the evil side
No transportation, different cars for you to keep a job
Family
Having a job is simply trading time for money
I have another question to ask you
On your job or in your business, how much money is your work day
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