Lyrics:
Concrete and cars are their own prison bars
Like this life I'm living in
But the plane brought me farther
I'm surrounded by water
And I'm not going back
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
I been a workin' man dang near all my life
I'll be working long as my two hands are fit
what the deal, ridaz?
Would you excuse me while I feel my nuts?
My balls are feeling a mighty big now
I might just have to dig down and pull 'em
to face
A bottle of red, a bottle of whites
It all depends upon your appetite
I'll meet you any time you want
In our Italian Restaurant
Things are
People are different
Heavy metal, hip-hop, steel toe, flip flops
Sip it slow, cold beer, hits you fast, whiskey shot
Accent, North, South, good as gold,
the daytime with the light
You might be the type if I play my cards right
I'll find out by the end of the night
You expect me to just let you hit it
But
People are different
Heavy metal, hip-hop, steel toe, flip flops
Sip it slow, cold beer, hits you fast, whiskey shot
Accent, North, South, good as gold,
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 as my
you mean by too many 'nots'?
[Female voice]
Not big enough, not hard enough, and not long enough
[Big Daddy Kane]
Yeah, aight
But check this
beers
So you're getting married good for you
Its first inning Braves are down by two
Grab a seat and keep your big mouth shut
And don't ruin it for
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do you think you are, Mr. Big Stuff?
Rock this motherfucker like "Three The Hard Way"
I'm
seen some ugly trees
There was a werewolf honkin'
'Long the side of me
I'm mean 'n I'm bad, why'know I ain't no sissy
Got a big-titty girly by
the daytime with the light
You might be the type if I play my cards right
I'll find out by the end of the night
You expect me to just let you hit it
But
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
But I've been a working man dang near all of my life
I'll keep on workin' long as my two
If you can't buy groceries
'Cause you put your check down on a big screen
You ain't right
And you're in your thirties without a job
And your
we are getting loaded and bombed by the
counter I might get fucked up so that's two shots for the bouncer
Hours ago then she dey front on me she got
My Belly's growin' big as Santa's
The only thing I’m sucking in's
More Hot Soup!
Leaves are Falling down
While I Polish off an Oreo Cheesecake!
Autumn
So ya stay at square one
Ya make a big mistake
When ya try to tell a book by its cover
Yea know I got a lot but I'd sure like to have a little
The days are passing me by
Elusive for me to catch the sunrise
Space just travels so fast
It'd break your back
In that dream I could fly
How come
lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like
Mama's homemade dress
Papa's bank book wasn't big enough
And I was standin' on the side
I know it's a sad sad tale so for it has no end
I know I drank too much though I didn't take thirst
Oh I'd have a beer or two and it just seemed
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
But I've been a working man dang near all of my life
I'll keep on workin' long as my two
past my prime
But pour some Jim Beam whiskey
And I’ll show you a real big time
You don’t need reservations
Drop by anytime
The sun is shinin’ in
home
Won't you carry me home
(like a truck, pick me up)
You ain't no lady but you've sure got taste in men
That head of yours has got you by time
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