Lyrics:
I walked alone the fence road
Thought of all the work I had to do
You jumped right into between my thoughts
Wouldn't that be just like you
But
(just imagine)
Let the music put you in a zone (yeah)
I get lost, lost inside the groove with you
When you do the things you do
Come on in, work
the pussy get dry bitch, work ya mouth
I get a Magic City hoe and take her cash
I break her old funky ass
it ain't nothin' like a player from the O
And pick yourself up,
Dust yourself off
And start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired
Until the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick
honest work for little pay
Now throw that thing in park it's time to play
[Chorus]
Like it's midnight in Vegas
Mardi Gras in New Orleans
New
gotta work up in this muhfucka (in this muhfucka)
And I can get you anything you want (want)
I could, I could, I could, I could put you on (on)
See,
wicked undercover (Mr. Lover)
Bed work up to date, bed work up to date
Check out yuh mate, yeah
Shawty, work that shit
Put a hump in your back
And lick it raw
To a three point stance
But you mess up yo ass
You must be on that Kayne work out plan
One work of art
Here in my arms
Here he lies
Trusting and warm
Blessed this morn
A Child is born
One small heart
One pair of eyes
One work of art
Here
come out in reverse
Like "You love I and me love you!"
That's the way the dipsy doodle works.
You can't eat, you can't sleep. You go crazy.
You're
good
They can't wait 'til you try me
I work it so good
Man, these
Tryna buy I I I I me
They love the way I ride it ('cause I do it good)
They
ends (uh)
But in the meantime, in between time
You work yo' thing, I'll work mine
I been puttin' it down here since '83
Since the Lakeshore-MD
showed me how
Wish I could see that this mess I'm in will really work out for my good, you said it would
So, if you can hear me, can you give me a sign
through,
There was work for every single hand, they thought,
There was work for every single hand.
The Joads rolled away to the jungle camp,
There they
and slingin' that hay
Been heavy liftin' since the crack of dawn
No doubt about it that boy's country strong
He's up in the mornin' yawnin' with those work
It wasn't long ago that you turned your back, no
Saying there's no way that we can work (We can work)
And you were quick to move on to the next thing
to
Put those fucking heels on and work it girl
Let that mirror show you what you're doing
Put that fucking dress on and work it kind of vicious
Like
everything, feel like I had no choice
Young niggas wishing on a star like Rose Royce
Being honest, killing mamas when we sold work
I made a promise, give me
on and work your body, work your body
Hey Mr. DJ, jam all night long
Hey Mr. DJ play that song for me
Keep it coming Mr. DJ
and furrowed with a bramble thorn
Reaped it with a sharpened scyth, thrashed it with a quill
The miller told your father that he'd work it with the greatest
and flowers
I help my mother with the chores
I wash, she dries, I do the floors
We work together
I shop and cook and sew a bit
Though mum does too I must admit
And when I'm outta town to go and do work,
I'm first class every flight.
If she takes the time to open her eyes,
She can realize that she's a dream
'Cause
And U.S. Steel from Bethlehem
And I've rolled tobacco out of the Carolinas
California winds into Birmingham
Some people work just to survive
But up here
That for one minute I forgot you
But sometimes things don't work out right
And you just have to say goodbye
I hope you find someone to please you
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