Lyrics:
wanted was filled by somebody else
But when she says she loves you
That's about as good as life will get for you
It's a new red rose coming out to bud
to freshen up
Feels so good to wash the day off
With a therapeutic shower
I was excited by the thought of feeling my
Lil mama's soft body next to mine
She's
a job
They said I was paid by industrial trusts
I had nothing to do with it
Nothing more nothing less nothing personal
Nothing more nothing less nothing
tools are tyres bumper jacks or wire
To the good ones or the bad
In wintertime there was a depot stove
And a table for a checker game
And every
face
Cause y'all fuck at a snail's pace
And you might get sprayed with mace
By the ebony
So when she's doing her job you better let her be
Don't try
days
A good job and lots of money might not be enough
And to satisfy your needs, it may be rough
But I take some care and treat you nice
And if it
bitches blow kisses by my earlobe
A weirdo but I'm rare though, uh
One, two, unbuckle my, um (yeah)
One, two, unbuckle my, um (yeah)
One, two,
fucked up
To um compare me to Jim Jones or uh Davey Koresh.
You know what I mean
Because those where not people that where for the greater good
You
finger on the rewind
You can stay here I don't mind
Sitting by the fire baby all night
Have some red wine and good times
Oh oh oh yeah
Red wine and good
these problems with this llama on my mind
I'm a nigga and I can't go outside
They make it harder by the day, gotta keep this hope alive
I'm a nigga
hey, hey, check it out homie
Man, you need to get up out of this spot man
And get a job man before you get smoked man
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
leave that in the past
Fed by your insecurity
I forgot that sweet things still taste good to me
Red flags
Red flags all I see are
Red flags
Red flags
Red
and spider stew (yum)
We're his little henchmen and we take our job with pride
We do our best to please him and stay on his good side
I wish my cohorts
Its a good day even though we argued last Monday
We made up again by late Thursday
Making love as sweet as red Kool-aid
It's a good day even
If she swallow every drop get a A for effort (Good job)
Every time a body drop it's a vendetta (Doo doo)
I be with the body droppers, not
nights
Unsure lunges and red eyes, that's how you take flight
Wonder if it was written, or everything in the way's
My doing, decision's made, my dreams
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
Mom knows me I don't play by the rules
Been a rare breed since I was in preschool
L.E.D lights trying to match my mood
I was focused on red now I'm
goes the stick heard his name was Rick
Doing the job real quick Body all white he must be sick
Can't slip don't be slick Bullets left his neck all
Listen boys and girls
About the other world
It's just a day job
Night job
Odd job
Nose job
Hand job
Blow job
Rack job
Snow job
Boring
never cooks
no time write my book
and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all
Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time Waits For No
he get he showin' off his new dance moves (ha!)
Good to see my nigga home gettin' back to a bag (Shmoney)
If her show is called "The Red Table"
gently by the arm,
Then it said to him with its sacred charm:
"Rise and walk with me, you won't be harmed"
It quietly led him towards the great window,
Thinking about who gotta get robbed because the mob got a job for us
The drove us down to the sober section
Of town where the clowns don't be paying
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