- Slick Rick Get A Job 歌詞
- Slick Rick
- Well Im riding round the
Benz truck with fake friends Word, here they come now, yo Ricky lend me couple lenses For lunch and all of that, I got to listen to this nonsense What the hell Crumb, dont you have a consciense? Ill treat the vogue, get the gold, chuck a heat in gear Dont understand it til the blood sucker beat it I see my doc, Im said yo, doc, hows the health there Dont worry bout these pretzel muthas acting like your welfare Word to parasites, tell me, hasnt it ever occured of Stand on your own two, please, I never heard of By the window in the bathroom, that one did it Got a dress like a brother, then both of them will quit it Potential is intelligent, and its me you wanna rock Hey, half cent hookers trynna act like snobs, get a job... [DJ scratches] [Slick Rick:] You want a damn hood? No , here she go, Im a gonna try, here to try it Rick, my baby needs pampers; so buy em Come on take me to Pizza Hut, work class cow What would your man say if he could see your slut ass now For five bucks, cool, window while she drives, barely missed him Pissed him, dissed him, turn up the system You ought of treat , thats the dinner, Im hungry, said her daughter She tried to crawl behind home, and heat bread & water A rich girl, dont like, I said hes always the best Yea, whatever, no question, project destined Yo, what the hell is with you people, are you all incoherent? Fifty years old, and still you living with your parent? Not a break to breathe, yell on the phone Take all I own, everything, and leave me the hell alone Word up, now shorty rock steals her ride For you half cent hookers trynna act like snobs, now get a job... [DJ scratches] [Slick Rick:] Reserve my hotty, its the not, used to buying pearls Please drive me across the whole entire world My new man still cant work and he aint too bright in math Like its my fault he couldnt manage money like that Survive with your man, I didnt say grind the strife And even worse when they never heard of 9 to 5 And you cant be gentle, or they get all sentinental I dont work for white people, well work for Oriental Her babys mother, her friend, thats why plenty get killed Im in Peru, kids hurt, and I need twenty mil On man written traps, deaf, dumb , blind too I lost my wallet, son, sorry Grams, lost mine too Lonely on the step, but still I have a cold heart So on the spot, is one horny old fart Word thinking he intelligent, its me you wanna rock And all you half cent hookers trynna act like snobs, get a job... [DJ scratches]
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