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Artists:
Bench Grinder · The Work · Men at Work · Masters at Work · Work o' the Weavers · Krauts@work · Work in Progress · Dirty Work · Jacco@work · DJs at Work – and 4 other artists »
Albums:
Work Work Work (Pub, Club, Sleep) Pt.2 · Work This, Vol. 1: Club NRG Work Out · Work This, Vol. 2: Club NRG Work Out · Work This, Vol. 3: Club NRG Work Out · Work This, Vol. 4: Club NRG Work Out · Work · Work and Non Work · Work It · I Got That Work · Let's Work Together – and 222 other albums »
way Meanwhile, I work in a large room I work in a room that's large and bare I'm at this work bench every day I never miss a day, I keep my tools very
You took a time bomb And a case of crackers And you made a maelstrom of organic debris Then you took a work bench And a rusty anvil And you
What started out as small talk On a bus stop bench before work Turned into the greatest love story I've ever heard She said D's not the kind
work bench and (I'm wrenchin') mics from they graspin' (That's how it has been) The drill's this: I kill swift I feels I better slay or, (hey my tape
In the shoemaker's shop This refrain would never stop As he tapped away Working all the day. At his bench there was he Just as busy as a bee
Bailaremos con cosi. In the shoemaker's shop this refrain would never stop As he tapped away, working all the day (At his bench, there was he, just
attention, lunchin, gripped by the deez Gotta be on point movin ya work by them benches That's how I got my change, fam Ain't a damn thang free in this world
Mink on the floor big shoes on the bed Windows are the tint more wood than a bench Working in the hood more green than the Grinch Please don't play
Mink on the floor big shoes on the bed Windows are the tint more wood than a bench Working in the hood more green than the Grinch Please don't play
when it's all good, clutch ya name (yeah.. yeah) Through my eyes, I'm all hood, fuck the fame Play a script like Larenz Tate, bench weights (Yeah) Worked
in your face Not payin' attention, lunchin', gripped by the deez Gotta be on point movin' ya work by them benches That's how I got my change, fam
Mink on the floor big shoes on the bed Windows are the tint more wood than a bench Working in the hood more green than the Grinch Please don't play
when it's all good, clutch ya name (yeah.. yeah) Through my eyes, I'm all hood, fuck the fame Play a script like Larenz Tate, bench weights (Yeah) Worked
gangsta family Yo, I'm young Memphis, used to play the apprentice Now I'm like the teacher, c'mere, let me teach ya How to play them benches, hold this
to play the apprentice Now I'm like the teacher, see'mere, let me teach ya How to play them benches, hold this work in your dentures How to play it
Hangin' on to every nickel and every dime never had a dollar to call mine I gotta work tomorrow just to pay for the day Well I worked all that I can
How dare you sit in judgment Of working girls on the game You're just as guilty your honour Hiding facts behind your fame DISHING OUT A PRISON
She says he's gone away on a short holiday He won`t be back for awhile The twleve from the bench stood up And hesitated he`ll be leaving
The farmin' life is a hell of a life You scratch all day. You barely sleep at night But when the works all done you know where I'll be found High
A little bit of this, a little bit of that. A pot, a pan, a broom, a hat. Someone should have set a match to this place years ago. A bench
I walked all day tryin' to find me work I must have knocked on one-hundred doors Would have swallowed my pride for some money And be satisfied
me A bench by the shore a coat for my pillow A future with no guarantee The world was a rat race and I had my fill oh No hurries no worries for
of fried on the bench beside me Enough chicken for one man's needs Life's been getting a little bit easy lately Been swingin' from tree to tree No
I walked all day tryin' to find me work I must have knocked on one-hundred doors Would have swallowed my pride for some money And be satisfied
on the benches Tell you now that the whole town is empty. In the north end of town my own children are grown, but I Was raised on the other. In the wee hours