Lyrics:
'em up, knock 'em back, line 'em up again|Ah but it ain't workin' man|Her memory holds on like a first truck summer|And them days of gold|That missin'
gon' be alright
Beef at 6, he dead by 6 o'clock, on the dot that night
Ain't easy where I'm at, why? Stick up man, he love that shit
Go to jail, she fuck
gon' be alright
Beef at 6, he dead by 6 o'clock, on the dot that night
Ain't easy where I'm at, why? Stick up man, he love that shit
Go to jail, she fuck
you away
Workin' 9 to 5 what a way to make livin'
Barely gettin' by it's all takin'
And no givin'
They just use your mind
And you never get the credit
You see (uh)
On this here stage tonight is something legendary (yeah)
He goes by the name of The Creator (crazy, ayo)
But you, you call him Tyler
when I'm at the table it's the Futterman's rule (wohoo)
Workin' on my game 'cause it's time to tax
I'm on a crazy mission to wax Bob Mack, shit
Up
She don't need a man she get bands by herself
Shorty workin hard play the hand that she dealt
She got on them jeans with the white Gucci belt
Shorty
Well, we're the freaks of the industry.
My man, Money be , Oh my mellow, Shock G
The freaks of the industry,
And when you see us back stage, be
wonderland feeling like the Son of Sam
I'm at your west coast branch, gun in hand
I'ma feel like superman,
Walk by the teller, better call the trooper, man
Tom Joad got out of the old McAlester Pen
There he got his parole
After four long years on a man killing charge
Tom Joad come a-walkin' down
beside me
When I say my prayers
Ain't that I mind workin'
Workin' means travelers
Journeyin' together
To the promised land
But old man sorrow
Mountin'
talk of the team
See niggas feared Prince and respected Prim'
For all you slow muthafuckas I'm a break it down iller
See Preme was a business man
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
But I've been a workin' man dang near all of my life
And I'll keep on workin' long
workin' on me
I know He's working it out
The Man who calms the seas
Saw the storm inside of my house
God's still workin' on me
I know He's workin' on me
workin' double shifts
And stop along the way to pick you up a couple gifts
I come inside and you pretend you miss me
When you kiss me, then you diss me
One of a kind, verbal the mind wreck shop
Permanent kind, urgent to climb, pressed up
Insertin the rhyme, it's workin on time, yessir
One
real heavy on the waist
So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place
Yo, I was schooled by the hood, raised by the wolves
Trained by the pain,
birthday to you
Happy birthday, dear Damini
Happy birthday to you
How old are you now?
How- (oh, man)
(Gloria) Glory, yeah
(My Gloria)
Like the last
Dre, I been what you told me (Dre)
I may act like I don't hear ya but that shit been workin' (it workin')
Keep me a burner
Poison that I grab in
there must be kind folks by the bushel
But I just believe that in this one old man Lord put something special
Why I've seen times when folks was sick
there must be kind folks by the bushel
But I just believe that in this one old man Lord put something special
Why I've seen times when folks was sick
wanna be just like their old man, they'll work all day and night
Be enslaved by the chains of a workin' man's life
Back out to that job site you will
fast, I can't control it
I'm fishtailin' leavin' Javier's, I should've chauffeured
Choppin' it up with Bryan 'bout real-estate by the ocean
A seamoss
Hey God, I'm just a little man
I got a wife and family
I almost lost my house
I bought into the dream
We're barely holdin' on and I'm in way too
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