Lyrics:
Black man got a red heart
White man got a red heart
Black man got a red heart
White man got a red heart
Black man got a red heart
White man got a red
gem
Rubber band racks by the ten now
Used to be broke, went from bucket to Benz
I'm in a foreign car, she in another car
I pull up to the job, I
to be mean about it
I couldn't think of one good thing to say.
West L.A. fade away, west l.a. fade away
Big red light on the highway, little green light
a good job (oh no mama)
But now she ain't never gotta have no job (no no)
'Cause I work hard for mine yeah (work hard)
Work hard, work
'Cause I work
éses that'll kill you at your job
I got some looters by the Weiner Schnitzel
Hanging out with the pistols, making sure shit official
Big Whos and Day
found
She was smokin'
Ride on, red hot mama
Girl, you sure look good to me
Ride on, red hot mama
Girl, you sure look good to me
Ride on, red hot
of em
She like how I move, I don't do it like most of em
Lotta frauds, not my job to expose em
But you can tell by the way they try to boast it
Let's do
And Long view twelve miles down,
And the travelers all said
Little East Texas Red
He was the meanest bull around.
If you rode by night or the broad
Swing be the freakin' of the time
The spinning by the King's good for speaking of the mind
The 47 sessions gave the buzzes that I caught
They asked me
tryna have a good time
I'm just tryna have a good time
I'm just tryna set the mood right
I'm a red flag to a bull's eye
I ain't smoke weed in a blue
kickin' dirt on my sneakers.
Suckers on the corner lookin' down at their beepers.
They couldn't get a job or a nice home,
So they want to stay and wait
sneakers
Suckers on the corner lookin' down at their beepers
They couldn't get a job or a nice home
So they wanna stay and wait for the pay-phone
Take
the ropes tighter
Gag my mouth
My souls on fire
You wanted to get rid of me
You wanted to destroy me
Well you sure did a good job
Yea, you sure made me look
Or was it my door it was supposed to knock on?
If the world's a stage, my part's a walk-on
I've been bamboozled, I've been robbed
And I can't get a job
by
He was bouncin' every step
It seemed strange how good he felt
So I asked him while he swept
He said "It's my job to be cleaning up this mess
And a bag of California
And a can of Arizona
Give a fuck about the laws
I'm in my zone
Don't give two fuck about the law
Don't give two fuck I'm on my job
Yeah, I feel alive in this place
I will abide and reside by the faith
They write lines that's a sign of they pace then they
Hear our shit and they
Turn that shit up turn me up too
Yeah, mic check
Yeah, this is the mic check, I can't hear
Alright alright, oh yeah
Smoking on the good kush
Sipping
lead us not into temptation, I
Want you to kiss me, i love you)
You're a good kid
All you lil' cowboy will do a good job for me
Make sure you do it
six feet in the dirt next to Steve Jobs
Tie a noose, leave your family on the treetops
Fucking on that bitch and I make her pussy beatbox
Look at all
The only thing you had to do was get up, go to work, do a fairly good job, then go home and go to bed, without any trouble. How hard can it be? But you,
I made the right moves according to society
Go to school, get a job, start a family
Nothing good in life ever comes easy
Life is not a game & it's
Hey yo, what up man, how you doing, bro!
Yeah- I'm good man I need to delete this bitch… yeah
She getting my nerves… yeah
I will just telling what
I know. And ya know, what are they gonna do if he loses another job.
Fuckin' alcy. Fuckin' pothead.
He owes me $5 anyway.
Verse 1:
On my way
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