Lyrics:
Vamos a tequila, senorita, bonita
I really need it now
I got no tengo dinero, caballero
Say can we work it out
First time I meet her
I wanted
run the town
Oh na na na
No di cary my mata fo head massa put me down
Oh na na na
If you work then I work ei go work
Life be na turn by turn
the baby boom has come of age, we'll work it out
I told my brothers don't you ask me for no favors
I'm conditioned by the system, don't you talk to me,
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
The devil makes work for idle hands
Yes, the devil makes work for idle hands
Of mice and men, the best laid plans
Fall apart, for time runs as sands
The devil
I'm no psychopath
When we were together
My only thought was Rum
Everything was meaningless
Except to be a bum
But now I'm different person, can't you
please take your aim at me
Cherish the thought
Of always having you here by my side
Cherish the joy
You keep bringing it into my life
Cherish your
with bum and cleavage men going crazy for the kitty ay
Ugly betty turn pretty but it's fake bum and titties ay
Pretty woman whine that waist turn that
Fine girl wey dey wear bum bum
You think say you wise
But the matter don cast
You run go do bbl
Yansh com hard and the thing no Dey clap Oobi
Tell me
I'm the bum on the street
Succumbed onto your feet
And if you pass me by well you won’t notice me
This lady’s got her bongos out
She’s letting all
at each other
I'd rather be an out of work bum.
So I'm just sitting in the midday sun
Just soaking up that currant bun,
With no particular purpose
you
Money's drying up, robbers wet you
No unity Just F you
God bless you
Police on the beat like they got MPC's
Bums needing to use the public restroom
crate with a stog
A pierced nose, a model with a stalker, cheap hooker, jay walkers
A table on a sidewalk with four old men slappin' dominoes down
grandfather rap (nope)
And old men have heart attacks
And I don't wanna be responsible for that
So put the mic down and walk away
You can still have
living in a poor man's house
He arrives at nine as the work bell's ringing
And he hits the grind but his heart is singing, yeah
Some men live for
Take in a movie and sit in the rear
I might be in the studio hard at work
Making hype tracks that sell by the stacks
When it gets dark, I chill with
in life
Men who would stand by them through thick and thin
Men who'd go to work everyday and
Bring home their hard earned pay
Men who'd give their
in life
Men who would stand by them through thick and thin
Men who'd go to work everyday and
Bring home their hard earned pay
Men who'd give their
the baby boom has come of age, we'll work it out
I told my brothers don't you ask me for no favors
I'm conditioned by the system, don't you talk to me,
nothing but another day
But, out of respect, I gotta give the Lord his day
Tell me, tell me, where do the homies and bums got to sleep? {Nowhere}
Where
son los derechos de la gente
Y raíces del estado de la mente
Un saludo pa' nuestros compas Los Dune Bums
La neta esos Dune Bums se la rifan en Norte
them boys to men
Never been on that, looking back I always been on this
In elementary selling candy, middle school was selling nicks
High school I was
Now I aint finna play games
Wit these bitches yall better talk to em
I aint gotta play dumb bout my money yall better hand it out
I work for my coin
I flex, how I wear it?
You scummy bum bitch can't share it
All I do, spread love
You can't bare it
It's all mad
Bitch you better Stay Mad
Hating cause
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