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I Work Hard
by Don Ray Mc
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You know what I'm saying
It's going down
Eastside, Ace time
Turn up, turn up
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
I work hard for the money
Franklin, Rex
Catch me in the hood, I'm moving blow
Crack, swag on sci-fi
Rocks come from outer space
High like the moon, Kelly Cush
Got me feeling great
I be on that hardball
Summer be in Atlanta
You can check my hype route
Gameplay, man
Speaking bout fashion
I'm in Cuchillo
For the world, I be poking
Your dame, I be stroking
Your braids, I be choking
She be yelling, Daddy
Superhead in the back
Excuse me for bragging
Yeah, I think I'm pimpsy
Yeah, I think I'm bumpy
Eastside weatherman
Versus scoring half a key
You know what I'm saying
We put it down
I-10 juggling
Badass on the block
Playing ball in the club
I come from crack spot
And used to keep them rocks
In a match spot
When shit get hectic
Studs, nigga, won't stop
Why would I drop
I got street sense
From gang members
And learned how to cook cheese
From cocaine dealers
I hit the highway clucker
Cause I don't need you around
You done spent all your money
Plus I got greedy me now
See that front shit is punk shit
Y'all already been blessed
Don't get me pissed off
Or catch a hole in your chest
Or catch a cardiac arrest
By my facial expression
Listen up and pay attention
Learn a valuable lesson
Listener discretion
Has just been advised
When you look at me
This what my pupil despised
I come hard
I work hard
Just like my niggas
Hey, hey
You work hard
What up, Charlie T
What up, Jules
What you been
Lil T
AKA Gunna
I work hard
Everything I do, get it
I'm about my denture
Niggas like denture
I'm planking on a million
I'm looking like racks
I hit that hoe
Killin' that night
Lil T, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
You know what I'm saying
It's going down
Eastside, Ace time
Turn up, turn up
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
I work hard for the money
Franklin, Rex
Catch me in the hood, I'm moving blow
Crack, swag on sci-fi
Rocks come from outer space
High like the moon, Kelly Cush
Got me feeling great
I be on that hardball
Summer be in Atlanta
You can check my hype route
Gameplay, man
Speaking bout fashion
I'm in Cuchillo
For the world, I be poking
Your dame, I be stroking
Your braids, I be choking
She be yelling, Daddy
Superhead in the back
Excuse me for bragging
Yeah, I think I'm pimpsy
Yeah, I think I'm bumpy
Eastside weatherman
Versus scoring half a key
You know what I'm saying
We put it down
I-10 juggling
Badass on the block
Playing ball in the club
I come from crack spot
And used to keep them rocks
In a match spot
When shit get hectic
Studs, nigga, won't stop
Why would I drop
I got street sense
From gang members
And learned how to cook cheese
From cocaine dealers
I hit the highway clucker
Cause I don't need you around
You done spent all your money
Plus I got greedy me now
See that front shit is punk shit
Y'all already been blessed
Don't get me pissed off
Or catch a hole in your chest
Or catch a cardiac arrest
By my facial expression
Listen up and pay attention
Learn a valuable lesson
Listener discretion
Has just been advised
When you look at me
This what my pupil despised
I come hard
I work hard
Just like my niggas
Hey, hey
You work hard
What up, Charlie T
What up, Jules
What you been
Lil T
AKA Gunna
I work hard
Everything I do, get it
I'm about my denture
Niggas like denture
I'm planking on a million
I'm looking like racks
I hit that hoe
Killin' that night
Lil T, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
