Lyrics:
them crab cakes
40 bands in them Bathing Apes
Chicken, come and get a dinner plate
Stomach fat 'cause I already ate
Work the clock straight from 8 to 8
sell this work myself
I'm rollin' throw my neighborhood
Just servin' bricks myself,
(I'm pullin' up for that check), I'm servin' it myself yeah
Nigga
Specially when the work is enormous
Proper preparation, perfect performance
Never let 'em over-exert your endurance
A liability really can hurt your
You ain't never count paper 'til your thumbs hurt
You ain't never had to make do wit' bum work
Shit ain't comin' back, you get delirious
It's
got crooked walking awkward
I hit em with dat hook and try n see how good his jaw work
Hallelujah holy flow this shit right here the lawd's work
If
I get up on Monday and I work all day
I go till Friday when I get my pay
I'm a long, long way from the promised land
Oh, I'm just a working man
the bank, a hundred thousand on my waist
A nigga thought I had a fucking bomb
I put it the Nawf on the map
we make the bando the trap
I put the work in
to work
When you know just how much we love you so
Please come back tomorrow
[Chorus]
They're giving out guns in the ghetto
They're saying
the eye
Those crocodile tears are what you cry
It's a genuine problem that you won't try
To work it out at all you just pass it by, pass it by
what we'll do.
We gotta lotta work here, me and you.
The souls of your friends you and I will claim.
You've got the body, and I've got the brain.";
I
of three women who dictate what I'm worth
[Chorus]
I'm the farmer.
I work in the fields all day
Don't mean to alarm her
But I know it was meant to be
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
Things are never easy in a virgin land
Gettin' every day proud as he can be
Caring and providing for his family
Year after year he works to give them
to the man
I walked under the steel [x2]
Nothing's changed so I'll wait and I'll pray
Come now what may
Live and work for the best that they'll pay
Nail
Got the ROC on my back, SP on my chain
Shooters on the block slinging P last name
Outta hot pink thangs like Camron Range
The cocaine cowboy at work
I
want it to work
Don't you forget I had him first?
What you thinkin'?
Stop blamin' me
He wasn't man enough for me
If you don't know, now here's
amends?
How can we be lovers if we can't be, can't be friends?
Look at us now, look at us, baby
Still tryin' to work it out never get it right
We
on the dotted line
Cause now you're mine
Hey, hey bitch
Hey bitch get up it's time to go to work
Time to go to work bitch, it's your boy Lil Jon
Never will I
work hard in the game so they notice this, what
We 'bout to blow this bitch
Niggaz work hard in the game so they notice this, what
Underground with
were right there by mama's side
Your ma had a sickness son all the works she'd done
And she prayed all her life that God would let her raise you to be
it's a state of mind
The fellas need to hi-jump girls' big behinds
Keep shakin' your head, like a goose
And work your body 'till it gets loose
It's
a big-ass crotch by the name of Connie
She works in I,c,u and she dates this nigga named Mitchski Ronnie
Have nab him at the hospital, that'll work
Paid
Everybody love me like they do the sunshine
Niggas just got off work
Time to unwind
Strobelight smokin thick (??? ???)
Got my mind made up
All night i'ma
of this sight
Like birds in a cage
Asleep with closed wings
But like works stops with the call to prayer
And the birds recite
Here too are signs
God
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