Lyrics:
Words and music by Woody Guthrie
While we're on the subject of hard work, I just wanted
To say that I always was a man to work.
I was born working
Uh, yeah, uh-huh
We got Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth
And we're here to tell you to
And that's a fact, baby
Now you're gonna kick some lyrics
Like
Just a little bit, set to make a whole lot happen
The musical inside my rappin'
Written by the C.L., produced by the P.R
And add in any credit that you
Uh, yeah, uh-huh
We got Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth
And we're here to tell you to
And that's a fact, baby
Now you're gonna kick some lyrics
Like
travel too much and Baby sling too many drugs
Stay in the wrong place at the wrong time
With 2 bricks,(two of 'em) and a chrome 9
To these niggas I'm
show me some respect
Bitch it's Papi Eastwood i'm worth more than like 30 bricks
Pay the price up front or i'll smoke you like a mint
Grab you by your
Love is complicated
Doesn't really have
A particular definition
It's just interpreted
By how each person sees it
The one you love
Loves someone else
QUALIFY"
"Oh you got GOOD credit you done prequalified OHHH"
"Prequalifieddddd"
Bitch I'm dat baby
But chu knew that so it's gravy
I can not beef with no
And I just wanna be right by your side
On any night that you be cryin', baby
I'll dry your eyes, I'll dry your eyes
There is a God
It is a God
diver
I’ll credit your Aza
For bonanza
Give me your answer u
Baby dance am
Everyday
I’m escorted by bouncer
To Germany o
She say follow me
She call
Constant bleeps of alerts
Oshey this time na credit
God punish bills and debit
All My brother Come make we shayo
All my sisters come make we shayo
Oh baby
as my credit can vouch
A dog couldn't catch me a- out
Tell me who can stop when Dre makin' moves
Attracting honeys like a magnet
Giving 'em eargasms
details I credit oh
Money Dey for my Zenith oh
Baby don’t go ( Ahn Ahn)
Give me some more (Ahn Ahn)
Make me long oh oh (Ahn Ahn)
Baby don’t go (Ahn Ahn)
I cashed out on your crib
Payed all your debts now your credit is the shit
Now you got a 750 on FICO
Flying out to Paris hanging by the Eiffel
I
on to the next before a week goes by
I give credit only where I see that credit is due
That last album took a week to put together for you
I'm on top of my wave
credit check
Some people will pay you
With one eye on the clock
Others will have to pay
Through that friendly neighborhood loan shark
Fast, fierce
style, I'm still *mini, money, mini, mini,
It aint all about the money*
[Verse 1]
When I was hustla, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs,
mini, money, mini, mini
It ain't all about the money
When I was hustler, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs, feel the silencer
Y'all still
bitches, like 354?
You need a whole damn book just to keep yo sco?
Baby girl, dont be fucking with a nigga like
Baby girl, he be fucking up yo credit like
"Acting a fool
Working in 5
Working on my credit
Trying to get high
Working on myself
Trying get by
Working like a slave
Wanna feel alive
I pull up
by nice shit
That a cuff uh nigga up fuck a nightstick
Hold my hand feel the chill on my nice wrist (that's my fucking baby)
Give me a reason
breath and sip the water from my glass. Thinking my baby had responded i know she'is mad i read it she got a fucking restraining order on my ass bitch
keep it real from head to toe
I hit that savings and loans when I was just a baby loc
Went to Mexico, traded it for the pecos
Came back
and more each day
Don't you let them take away this love that we have, baby
No, baby, no
[Chorus x2]
Why would I give you my credit card
If I really
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