Lyrics:
killed all that noise real quick
He grabbed me by my neck and said
"Here's what we'll do. We've got a lotta work here, me and you
The souls of your
Scooby Dooby Doo, where are you?
We got some work to do now
Scooby Dooby Doo, where are you?
We need some help from you now
Come on Scooby Doo,
the children while he's gone to work
A woman who'll have his dinner cooked
When he comes home
Where some men make mistakes is when they go out
And stay
four in ya
One handstand on top of yo ninja
Crash it, doc stir the madness
'Til y'all outta work like Tony Atlas
Walking, cans in the laundry basket
all can't work out
one can never never tell
In my heart there is no doubt
you gave to me unselfishly
the best days of my life
But if it all can't
There's a little cafe' on the corner of town
Lucy works there 'til the sun goes down
It ain't very much but she brings home the bacon and the bread
To the martial swing, strike up the band
There is work to be done, to be done
Let's have fun, fun, fun
You son of a gun of a gun, take your stand
Form a line,
on, come on
Nice working, bitch
Ain't no need to hold it in, what you working with
You want a Hot boy, hear me, work it bitch
Then break a nigga
seeking independence
A little less than nothing
Is a heavy load
From the heather of the highlands
We have found the Smoky Mountains
Hard work
callin hoes hatin niggas want to take me out for
Lunch but bitch y'all never break me like some fries cook got shit in your eye
Work niggas like I'm down
nuthin'. You don' cook like me.
You don' act like the show folk. You don' work on the tow
Boat. What do you do?
Well, I jes' shelled dem peas.
You
my work is done
Coming home from the setting sun
To the gate he will start to run
And then I'll kiss my boy
Dirty hands, dirty face
Little
work hard, please don't envy me
I paid the cost to be the boss to floss this hard
I can recall a year ago I almost lost this job
All y'all remember is
And your whole future will clear up
You'll never be without work
And you'll travel to the ends of the earth
With the passing years
My grandmother would not
in the parking lot
Freak the cheek on your hot spot
Back and forth, my body's jerking
Will to thrill will not stop working
Work and work
Take
a truce
Can't we (can't we) work it out (work it out)
'Cause I love you, baby, ain't no doubt
Isn't that what love's about?
Sendin' up, sendin' up,
Here we all work 'long the Mississippi
Here we all work while the white boys play
Gettin' no rest from the dawn till sunset
Gettin' no rest till
I've got a new story to tell you this evening, baby
One that ain't never been told
I went to work the other day
But I thought that I would double
to your doorstep
They just lie there, and they die there
Are you warm, are you real Mona Lisa?
Or just a cold and lonely, lovely work of art.
Do you
don?t have to work
I don?t have to work
a beef
and work in the ghetto like Jack Tucker work some beans
livin off a high, rollin on this ride
bitches on the side, but only give them 2 weeks
Up in the mornin' out on the job, work like the devil for my pay
But that lucky old sun has nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day
Fuss
allowed
Some people work things out
And some just don't know how to change
Let's don't wait till the water runs dry
We might watch our whole lives pass us
Went to the station
Down in the yard
Gonna catch me a freight train
Work's done got hard
Now she's gone
An' I don't worry
Lord, I'm sittin' on top
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