Lyrics:
grind on
playa don't hate
[Verse One: DJ DMD]
I'm DMD and I'ma hustler 25 hours
a day 8 days a week all work no play
first one on the scene I'm the last
Gimme love gimme good good times
Here in suburbia the best you can buy
This is my home I keep my family inside
I'm late for work now honey I got
Let me introduce you
To the private eyes that hunt you
Gonna paste the clues when I go home
We're gonna try to make it work
Tired of information
The fishing is slow and there's work to be done
So I'll put on my hat and I'll go underground
Now I fear for my children, I fear for my wife
And if I don't
a prayer
And my God, You were there, You stuck around
And I wanna sing out loud for all You've done
Finish the work in my heart that has begun, yeah, yeah
be fine
But it's gonna take some time
To get back in line
It's gonna take some time
To work it all out
This operation's gone awry
But I know that
the vegetables
Down on Misery Farm
The hens won't lay, we can't make hay
We work all day, we get no pay!
We're all miserable, so miserable
Down on Misery Farm
Let's not go to work,
Let's just tell the boss he's a jerk.
One day off won't hurt,
Everybody needs to shirk.
Let's just stay in bed,
Eatin'
the back of your hand
You will forever know my face (is beautiful) like the back of your hand
the chalk outline tells me us won't work
I don't think you'll
Makes your body work [Repeats]
Body
Body
Makes your body work
Makes your body work
I work all night, I work all day, to pay the bills I have to pay
Ain't it sad
And still there never seems to be a single penny left for me
That's
K-Swiss
Catch me in Yonkers in the mall buying gear
Take in a movie and sit in the rear
I might be in the studio hard at work
Making hype tracks
growing in strength and in rage
The sky that once was so clear
Is now toning over our heads
The sense of magic is in the air
Can it be the work
I work all night, I work all day, to pay the bills I have to pay
Ain't it sad
And still there never seems to be a single penny left for me
That's
every night
She said if you work hard to get where you are
It feels good in the hot spotlight
She was a big star
She made the local cable shows
Where
mercy
Take me to the place I used to be
Use all the pain and the hurt
To do a greater work and restore me
I wore my mask, running away from my past
devotion.
Where things just didn't work out like we planned, and I don't understand.
Pick up your heels it won't be long.
Thought you all right, but I was
Strictly Mr. Thompson goes to work everyday
Except Saturdays, Sundays, and national holidays
Â??He leaves at three
He used to leave at four
But
Who isn't on this trip for fun
Who wastes himself on every one
I am the one
Who comes undone
Who falls apart when things are gone
Who works
stop it, baby
The Batterram
(Went through my pad)
[ VERSE 3: Toddy Tee ]
Well, I would sit at home about to eat dinner
Had a hard time at work
The ain't no doubt about that
It's a work of art
My boy it's a mystery
Turns all around
It moves like a cloudy day
There ain't no doubt about
the city to the fields, weÃ?re not forgotten, reject this greed machine with golden eyes our gods will lead us, as labor-slaves we work away, drunk
I work at the Super 8
Down there by the interstate
I do the things nobody wants to do
It keeps dinner on my plate
I keep my mouth shut I'm never
to reach for. Sometimes. I'm reaching. I want to reach out and show I care. To help someone sometime somewhere. To work from our hearts to make positive
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