Lyrics:
The recruitment girl she ask me what I'm thinking of,
I said I don't know but it's got to be part time,
For get start at nine and finish at half five
Here's
Kurtis Blow
'81 I was potty trained to Treacherous Three
No more pee-pee on the bedding and sheets
Christmas Eve '82 I'm standing by the clock
Praying
the police (4ToDa5to nigga)
Fuck the police nigga that's how I treat 'em (Fuck the police)
Getting tactical in this bitch so one day we won't need 'em
This song is about me
Alright, imagine this. I'm on a bus feeling cocky
The girl of my dreams just said that she wants me
Dark at four o'clock, me,
These days I ain’t gotta touch the block to get chips
Got stock in that shit no more mops in the whip
I’m married to that cake Betty Crocker my chick
For
would meet her future husband
By age 27, get engaged a year later
And get married a year after that
But when Kaffy turned 27
She didn't find a husband
out of this world
I been in the lab like Dexter
You're just a Powerpuff girl
If you open up your eyes
I think you'd be shocked by what you're seeing
the Negro 'til the next day
When I saw her restrained myself
Said I should've known better
So I blame myself
Cause the same thang happened
Round Christmas
remind me of Dolly the way she work that 9 to 5
Ever since I seen her eyes, til this day she on my mind
I know I said that I can't love no more, but you
and both hands free
No one?s paying much mind to him
The V.A. budget?s just stretched so thin
And now there's more coming back from the Mideast war
We can't
girl for the feelin' of security
But if it keeps breakin', how long 'til that shit's a mutiny?
And even when you call it off, you different than you used
situations like Hibachi in Huaraches
Throw out my block heat, episodes I saw good times
Then I turned into Happy Days for all the Chachis who tried to block
the sun right now but I see you Pop
I'm sorry for these reckless hoes that I brought through your house
I apologize for all the Gin and shit
Til this day I
drink fuckin' urea
in a dehydrated nigger's mouth I dismiss piss
I'll be like Scrooge crucifyin' Jesus on fuckin' christmas
bitches like to use my fuckin'
what?
Something by Wu Tang
Or maybe Ice-Cube "It Was a Good Day"
This is all I gotta say, yeah
You know the deal
Yeah, you know the deal, how I feel
I
And I don't even know your name
I don't need a girl
I'm so far gone
But I can't wait
To take you home
Step on the scene
Find me surrounded by
on the lo-lo's, girl
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E
It ain't nothing but more hot shit
Another
I guess y'all on board
Young Man couldn't leave that shore
Had the life they made for him 'til he seeked out more
Boat rock, couldn't see that
in them fixtures
Five feet tall getting litty in them bitches
Got a gang of fly girls getting lifted wit my niggas
Yea, aint talking bout it cuz we
turn into panting
See it’s one thing when you have no money
But when I owe money it’s a madness
See I was 17 when I got
Bumped by a girl and the
Same day
to do, And your new man is a waste baby girl just face it, Tequila to the head and
We do no chasing, Been more than enough cause you had me waiting,
And here I count another day
Yeahyay she a mastermind
I just laughed this time
Need to go
Cuz you need an average home
A nine-five two kids
Minivan stop
Heh, y'all remember back in the days
When niggaz used to get they ass whooped for snakin cars
And had to go strip your own switch off the tree
died in Iraq
Five hundred and nine died in Chicago
I arrived on the day Fred Hampton died
Uh, real niggas just multiply
And they say by twenty-one
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