Lyrics:
of this body, I'm gonna love on me
Nobody can judge me but me, I was born free
I'll drop it like a thotty, drop it like a thotty
I said, now pop it
price / Paperman Chief of public works Who's he-your brother? / Pullman Ha ha, not bad she's Lorna's mother / Chorus SO You gotta play by Kinja rules
It's alright, it's okay
I'm gonna make it anyway
Gonna make it, can't give up now
I'ma make it somehow
Sometimes I just feel like quitting I
I used to like to go to work but they shut it down
I've got a right to go to work but there's no work here to be found
Yes, and they say we're gonna
I have to work another night shift
I won't be coming home tonight
You don't have to worry where the time slips
Only by the night I come to life
'Grams, what?
Playin' cards and they bored
Members of gangs, livin' by and dyin' by the sword (wheel it)
Block parties, food stamp debit cards
Your hood
gonna do, you better work out, boo
So reminisce the caramel king, you know the Mecca don swing
Give you everything else but the ring
So deja vu, tell
(This story was told to me by Jerry Clover at the 1971 discjockey convention
I told Jerry I's gonna write a song about it
My brother Hillman gonna
Cast your cares on me
I'm gonna work it out for you
(If God said it, then it's so)
It's so
Whatever you want
(whatever you want)
It is so (it is so)
futhermuckers get mad
Steady watching myself, got eyes in my back
Don't take no slack, when you managing the trap
If your front work out, gotta get it right
?
And didn't I try to tell ya
That stuff's gonna kill ya
Oh, didn't I?
But you thought it was cool
And I was just an old fool
Oh, look at ya
You left
cauliflower ear
And if it wadn't for this glass eye of mine why I'd shed a happy tear
To think of all that you gonna get by bein' a winner
I got arthritic
at Michael
That's just a metaphor, I'm just psycho
I go a little bit crazy sometimes
I get a little bit out of control with my rhymes
Good God, dip, do
I'm gon' work harder (what?)
I'm a survivor (what?)
I'm gonna make it (what?)
I will survive (what?)
Keep on survivin' (what?)
Thought I couldn't
Take time to know her
Don't go rushin to do your thing
But it looks like every thing's gonna turn out all right
But then I came home from work
When I get up, she swears that she don't hear it
Says that I'm as quiet as a mouse
I comb my hair, throw some water on my face
And back out
a list of names, I'ma top them
I'm just playing with ya, I don't care where the top is
Leave me at the bottom, let me work for it
You ain't never gonna
All this money, is God playin' a joke on me?
Is it for the moment and will he see me as Job?
Take it from me and leave me worse than I was before?
stop being so and so mean?
This will never work out that's what you say
It's the end of the world again yesterday
When I see you coming at me I'm
Put your guns out on the table
Throw your bullets on the floor
This weary old house can't take it anymore
From the ovens in the kitchen
truck out west and be gone all day and)
(They, the mountain are just in our backyard, that's the nice part about it)
When I get up, she swears that
with lies
Observing the people working so hard
Doing whatever it takes to get by
Then I look at myself and realize
That I was put here for a reason
these hoes come get this work, get this work
I tell these hoes come get this work, get this work
I'm gonna work on it
You gon' get this work, girl
I'mma
the devil always show up when you're not lookin'
That's why I'm doing God's work
I'll hook 'em with the scripture
Then bring it all to life so everyone can
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