Lyrics:
rump
Get down
Get up
Do it like it hurt
Like it hurt
What, you don't like work?
Hey (everybody get up)
Baby, can you breathe?
I got this from
hey daddy
Poke it on out, poke it out right there
I'ma fall back while you work that chair
Do that damn thing let the neighbors hear (hey, hey, hey
sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me, "Don't lie"
You work at a smile, and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
couldn't get work on Labor Day
It ain't that black and white, it has an area the shade of gray
I'm Westside anyway, even if I left today and stayed away
searching for my soul (rockstar)
Whoever turned you cold (peep this)
You need to let him know (yeah yeah)
I can work miracles (what's up?)
I work it
tryna hurt you baby
No no no I just want to work you baby
See I ain't tryna hurt you baby
No no no I just want to work you baby
If you are scared,
thought was nice
Ooh, you run to the left
Just work me in the middle, boy, I can't read your mind
This ain't Texas (woo), ain't no hold 'em (hey)
So
me three
This is how the world works
Now all he thinks about is me
I can feel the flames on my skin
Crimson red paint on my lips
If a man talks
got it
Still faded from the last night off molly
The ones work at Magic, work at Follies
I just left Onyx and caught a body
Fuck your wife
There I was at the bus stop beggin' you just to stay
Can we work this out, baby we can work this out
A dust trail from a Greyhound headed for
dickwacker?
I'll work on that...
DER! Anyways, I talked to a couple of my landscaping buddies and we
figured that we got a long weekend with you in early
dirty work
When they come in, they do our dirty work
And that's just the way it is
Your family is your life
That's what it is, life and death
If Your Dads In The Hood
Not Bad Meaning Bad, But Bad Meaning Good Good Good
[Slakah:]
Lady, Somebody Shot Up The Place Right By
Where I Work And I
(alright)
Go ahead, get at me (everybody get up)
Shake your rump
Get down
Get up
Do it like it hurt
Like it hurt
What, you don't like work?
Hey
To the martial swing, strike up the band
There is work to be done, to be done
Let's have fun, fun, fun
You son of a gun of a gun, take your stand
Form
the truth
Slammed the door as I ran outside, looked at my watch and cried
Gotta get to work on time
Gotta get to work on time
Then the sky turned
Where it's work is concerned
When the game, task, activity, subject happens to be it's work
When the child was a child
It was enough to live
Up in the mornin' out on the job, work like the devil for my pay
But that lucky old sun has nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day
Fuss
money can't buy
And I know if you give us a try
I'll work hard for you girl
And no longer will you ever have to cry
Senorita, I feel for you
You
petals at my feet, man
They want to spoil me, treating me like royalty (woo)
What I'm supposed to do? It's such a sweet thing
Work that track, whip 'em
Enjoy yourself while you're still in the pink
Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself
It's later than you think.
You work and work for years and years
Something you got, baby
Makes me work all day
Something you got, baby
Makes me bring home my pay
Something you got, baby
You ought to know
My
I've got a new story to tell you this evening, baby
One that ain't never been told
I went to work the other day
But I thought that I would double
get all dressed up
To go nowhere in particular
Back to work or the coffee shop
Doesn't matter 'cause it's enough
To be young and in love
To be
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