Lyrics:
pressure's blowing up, I can't take the shit
Finally got what he wanted, now he's good to go
Again the ride was smashed, where's my radio?
One time, the car
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 for protection
Let's get this job done, boy
Move the bells out the back seat
Gotta make some room for all the money bags coming through
I don't wanna hear an excuse
I
lock it down
So when you bitches need me, call
(By your side with my scythe and red wine)
I'll make 'em wish they never lived at all
(I'll fuck 'em
dashin' through the snow
In a candy red top 6-4
Over the hills I go
Laughin' at this hoe
Nuts on rich and rings
Makin' me feel right
Oh what fun
could do without
My good advice
Sir Isaac Newton came around to my house one day
His face was all sunburned and red
He said he didn't want to sleep
rock
Threw it off my project roof, saw red dots
Kanye, shine a light on my Wallabees
You can have a good time with G.O.D
Shake that body, party that bod
loved jobs called in
You had faith when they said they're not callin'
You understood that what we had was good
You stood by your man like a real
If I had a job
If I had a job
Then I would have everything I want
(Do do do)
I just wanna have a good day
(Do do do)
I just wanna have a good
a Life that you didn't want
Areas need to be refurbished so people can have jobs instead of getting locked up
Roses are red, Oh the tears I've shed
Living
the grim reaper
Look like it's time for spring cleaning
Brand new spanking street-sweeper
Been in the game, I'm knee-deep
I like good head, I like good
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 for
damn sure can't take the weight
Momma had to hustle cause my pop was jive
Momma had 1 son 2 jobs
What a woman! Come from where the
Women gotta work like
the A
Make you strip like a bitch trying to strip me of pay
I'm getting it in get it gone by the day
I'm too good at my job they gone watch me like prey
Try it
a good job, so she get a blow job
Suckin' it from 9-5, that bitch workin'
I see you niggas from the side watchin'
Got a 100 grand in my side pocket
All
I'm a good guy but I did a bad thing
Got a job to do a hit on a bad man
His name Mitch
But I call him Mr. Wack Brain
I pop pop pop
Hit him with
six beers at Jordan Lake
I miss flights back to Raleigh, but hate them red eyes
Getting picked up by mama, seeing her surprised
Can't help driving
words that I live by
Not another publicity stunt
Not another gimmick
I just wanna be famous for fifteen minutes
They roll out the red carpet every time
You know I can really use a job
Yeah, you can use a job
You know a job, you could have a good job
Not just any old job but a real good job
You
cool (Lose my cool)
It’s (Because) of you
Feel like a gambling man (All on red)
Throw it all in (Lady in the red dress)
Walking by (Smell so good) look
hunt
From now on, y'all crossed the land
Craig Mack's the upper hand with more
Rhymes than the beach got sand you're an MC
Yo my original job is that
to Tha Carter 2?
C'mon
Ridin’ by myself, late night, left
Arm on the steering wheel, red light
Lookin’ through the rear view
Hoping I don't see
cream, ice cream paint job
Whoa!
Clean on the outside, cream on the inside, ice cream paint job (paint job)
Got screens on the dash, watchin' Saved By
to
Carry me all by herself
And now that I want to be a man
(be a man) who can depend on
No one else (oh yeah) what about the red man
Who met you
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