Lyrics:
Plagues, brothers killin' brothers, earthquakes
Youngsters tryin' to earn stripes as a work face
I'll be a sucker if I don't pull ya ho card
I used
so I can go
'Cause I ain't washin dishes in the ditch no more
'Cause I ain't gonna work for no soul-suckin jerk
I'm gonna take it all back and I
the goose loose, now you got the micro' Joe
Who talking about hope? Poquito dinero
Means I work hard, but got no money, and that ain't funny
Hey honey when
of exchange
Here's a desert island room
For a man who's cast-away
Today he will not be at work
There is no work anyway
How is it when you feel it?
Do you
asleep mi start to make noise,
You gaan tell you friends them how get get prize,
A wonder when you a go wake up and realize,
Say you need fi work pan
to work, cold busting her ass
My sister's cute but she got no gear
I got three pairs of pants that with my brother I share
See there in school see I'm
I ain't gonna work on the railroad
I ain't gonna work on the farm
Lay down the shack 'til the mail train comes back
And I'll roll in my sweet baby's
your works toward your brother beings
Now let the truth shine bright through all your actions
As you strive toward the accomplishment of your missions
Silvertown
I pass by the lights of casinos and bars
I can always find work if I want to deal cards
If I worked for myself then I'd write my own check
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
penetrating
The styles come from prison, they used potatoes making liquor
Just to prove we some creative niggas
Turning nothing into something, is God work
Let 'em see good works, and then
Let 'em glorify the Lord.
WooHoooooooooo.
WooHoooooooooo.
WooHoooooooooo.
WooHoooooooooo.
And the people sing.
Shine.
of this 'cause I was trying to get to work
I could've got away I almost had 'em shook
'Til this girl walked by something said not to look
But I
alright ah
Oh
Ice cold water is runnin' through my veins
They try and drag me back to work again
Pain and blisters on my mind and hands
I work all
Slacker, a person who shirks his work or duty
A person who evades military service in the wartime
Hehehehehe, I know one thing man
I'm gonna have
on
I know how to work switches on bitches (uh uh)
Now bring it (down) come on, come on
It's a natural re-flex, to need sex
pop some e-x, greed tech,
the sanctuary
Six days'll pass 'till Domingo morning
Work hard just to help me be
Take my opportunity
Moonlight will just pass me by
Domingo
Work hard
It rains and it rains all day and this red mud from work in turns to clay
And clay ain't nothing but a fancy name for mud red mud
Red mud (red mud
I'll ask you once
Look in my eyes
Is it gonna work?
Here's my advice
Have a little trust in me
I love you
Baby, can't you see?
It's a lie
fightin'
I guess I would be still
Yeah, that was until
I knew God's will
Will's mom had to work two jobs
We'd watch him when she had to work late
and rust all over the door
Scarred up knuckles, Mack belt buckle
White t-shirt, ain't afraid to work
Got a "what-are-you-looking-at-pretty-boy" smirk
Sitting and waiting for about to biggy these
I stack by the Crackerjacks just through delieve
Stress it's a mess I decided to work
But it's hard to work
Spider: I think I can explain about about how the pigs' music works
Monica: Well, this should be interesting
Spider: Remember that they make music
the works of the wise
Words of divine
To the princess right away
Tell her to be fine
Never go astray
Words of divine
To all the woman right away
Put
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