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(Canibus)
Yo 6 o'clock every morning you waking up yawning To the sound of your alarm clock alarm About an hour from now You should be at the place of employment Which is annoying cause it's so boring Your co-workers are talking too loud for you to ignore them It affects your occupational performance You wonder why your work load is so enormous Because your boss just laid off three quarters of the whole office People get depressed, they get ulcers From the stress that the corporate environment causes Regardless of how you ultimately wanna solve this Seems to me like you've got one of four choices: You could take a new job offer for more chips Stick it out a little longer or forfeit But my advice to anybody that wants to quit It'll feel much better if you say it like this: (Biz Markie) Take this job and shove it I ain't workin here no more Take this job and shove it I ain't workin here no more Take this job and shove it I ain't workin here no more Take this job, take this job, take this job and shove it (Canibus) Yo, if your boss is a S-O-B Tell him to S-H-O-V-E the J-O-B Put your middle finger up slowly Put it close enough to his face so he can examine it closely Say I ain't workin here no more Who do you think you are? Rip your apron off, throw it on the floor Run to the door, to the payphone Make a toll-free call Tell your spouse what happened and where you are So they can come and get you in the car later on And help you search for a new 9 to 5 job If the unemployment line ain't that long You can take your time printin out W-9 forms Eventually, you'll get on if you try hard enough And you'll get money if you keep punchin your time card enough Maybe you hate it, maybe you love it But if you hate it all you gotta do is get mad and tell the boss to (Biz Markie) Take this job and shove it I ain't workin here no more Take this job and shove it I ain't workin here no more Take this job and shove it I ain't workin here no more Take this job, take this job, take this job and shove it (Canibus) Yo, some occupations are like slave gigs The boss is favored and get placed in something spacious While the most hated get placed in some small cubicle spaces Or get thrown down in the basement, get your stapler confiscated You constantly waitin for a paycheck Twelve months passed by and you still ain't get paid yet Here's a optimistic motto If you ever late for today you could say you early for tomorrow Most 9 to 5 |
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| 2. |
| 3:36 |
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Chorus(2x)
Hey, hey, hey, h-hey, hey What you say, get this money If they say what you gon do today, just say Hey I wanna get paid Pay day, pay day, pay day(repeat) (T3) We dedicate this to these people out here gettin bank Where the pursuit of the money its reali-tay Never front on a click that you can't evaluate See I got things out here I need to situate I got a fresh ass car on some gloss paint People walking down the street untill they feet stank I got accountants out here handling big thangs As i slip into the crib wit the sashay Have my room wit the shark wit the big tank Don't get mad cause I'm doing things you just cain't, cain't, cain't Chorus (Jay Dee) My man You need to get back like the rebate And bid he need to step up like the home plate My man Now what you know about the Great Lakes? We contemplate on gettin money like a sweepstakes Sippin dark grapes, party in the dark shade You see a nigga cold chillin like a Marl-ey Marl And bid his ride like a Harl-ey Money make a nigga Ric-o Suav-e, hey Radio play the shit like arcades Everyday the holiday so nigga stay paid Celebrate the holidays wit the money Aint about to wait so nigga stay away Chorus (Baatin) Somebody said that radio would never ever play Some of that Detroit, Motor City foreplay Honestly earning my dough, keepin it real ya'll countin my cash, just showin you how the boss ball I never thought that we would make it up this far Grippin my cream color Cadillac, North Star Detroit Motor City finest is who we are This is for my ladies who get out, chill at the bar(repeat) When I was a young boy chillin in my daddys nuts All I could hear was a rhyme and dope cuts Growin up thinkin I was nothin, but a glut Another day, another buck, another slut All I wanna do is get paid Oak town dont stop, stop, stop Chorus(2x) |
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| 6. |
| 4:40 |
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Damn
I'm broke My feet hurt (Inside the mind of a car jacker.) And that bitch is slippin' It makes me wanna - creep It makes me wanna - creep (I got somethin' for your mind, your body, and your soul) (I got somethin' for your mind, your body, and your soul) Damn, I'm such a G it's pathetic Here comes the big-headed nigga that's dippin' Sippin' on Courvoisier Goddamn, I must have the floss today Now pimpin' ain't easy but it's necessary So I'm chasin' bitches like Tom chased Jerry I'll put the pedal to the flo' In my two-tone Ford Explo-a You know how it's done Sounds bumpin' ain't that somethin' Jumped on the 110 She's flyin' in the Blazer Like, "Go Speed Racer", but I ain't gonna chase her Like Racer X, but I don't flex 'Til it's time to have sex So when you wanna get togetha? 'Cause you know a nigga like me is down for whatever And I'm down for whatever When I was little, I didn't wanna be like Mike I wanted to be like Ike 'cause Papa was a rollin' stone in the '60s And he liked green just like Bill Bixby Told me that my best friend was a ten and a twenty Pockets never skinny Played "let's get it on" in the living room And when he gets drunk better give him room 'Cause he'll turn the party out Sayin' "This is my motherfuckin' house" And y'all gots to go through the door And if you can't find the door He'll help you with the 4-4 Talkin' much shit on the grass And straight down to blast I'm still in my P.J.'s He's in a turtleneck sweater And we down for whatever And I'm down Solid pro is down for whatever The Don Jagwar is down for whatever And it don't seem to stop Now, I don't talk a lot of shit But when it's time to get busy with these hos, let's go 'Cause I'd rather see a skinhead dead Than my niggas wearin' blue or red 'Cause I got the gift to hit them hos swift And I'm smellin like a fifth of somethin' Yeah, that's right I'm standin' in the store Koreans act so nice 'Cause I got potentials to blow up a Winchell's Donut and you know what? I'm cool like dat like Digable Planets But don't take a nigga for granted 'Cause, whether it's a verdict of the L.A. Four You just don't know That this rappin'-ass nigga will change with the weather And be down for whatever And I'm down - creep And I'm down for whatever Bumpin' in your Jeep Ice Cube - devoid of pop And I will never dance for you trick-ass niggas It makes me wanna - creep It makes me wanna - creep |
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| 5:09 |
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Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Verse 1 Damn it feels good to be a gangsta A real gangsta-ass nigga plays his cards right A real gangsta-ass nigga never runs his fuckin mouth 'cause real gangsta-ass niggas don't start fights And niggas always gotta high cap Showin' all his boys how he shot em But real gangsta-ass niggas don't flex nuts 'cause real gangsta-ass niggas know they got em And everythings cool in the mind of a gangsta 'cause gangsta-ass niggas think deep Up three-sixty-five a year 24/7 'cause real gangsta ass niggas don't sleep And all I gotta say to you Wannabe, gonnabe, cocksuckin', pussy-eatin' prankstas 'cause when the fry dies down what the fuck you gonna do Damn it feels good to be a gangsta Verse 2 Damn it feels good to be a gangsta Feedin' the poor and hepin out wit they bills Although I was born in jamaica Now I'm in the us makin' deals Damn it feels good to be a gangsta I mean one that you don't really know Ridin' around town in a drop-top benz Hittin' switches in my black six-fo' Now gangsta-ass niggas come in all shapes and colors Some got killed in the past But this gangtsa here is a smart one Started living for the lord and I'll last Now all I gotta say to you Wannabe, gonnabe, pussy-eatin' cocksuckin' prankstas When the shit jumps off what the fuck you gonna do Damn it feels good to be a gangsta Verse 3 Damn it feels good to be a gangsta A real gangta-ass nigga knows the play Real gangsta-ass niggas get the flyest of the bitches Ask that gangsta-ass nigga little jake Now bitches look at gangsta-ass niggas like a stop sign And play the role of little miss sweet But catch the bitch all alone get the digit take her out And then dump-hittin' the ass with the meat 'cause gangsta-ass niggas be the gang playas And everythings quiet in the clique A gangsta-ass nigga pulls the trigger And his partners in the posse ain't tellin' off shit Real gangsta-ass niggas don't talk much All ya hear is the black from the gun blast And real gangsta-ass niggas don't run for shit 'cause real gangsta-ass niggas can't run fast Now when you in the free world talkin' shit do the shit Hit the pen and let the mothafuckas shank ya But niggas like myself kick back and peep game 'cause damn it feels good to be a gangsta Verse 4 And now, a word from the president! Damn it feels good to be a gangsta Gettin voted into the white house Everything lookin good to the people of the world But the mafia family is my boss So every now and then I owe a favor gettin' down Like lettin' a big drug shipment through And send 'em to the poor community So we can bust you know who So voters of the world keep supportin' me And I promise to take you very far Other leaders better not upset me Or I'll send a million troops to die at war To all you republicans, that helped me win I sincerely like to thank you 'cause now I got the world swingin' from my nuts And damn it feels good to be a gangsta |
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| 4:22 |
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| 9. |
| 2:27 |
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Now the funeral is over and all the tears are dried up
Niggas hangin deep on the cut gettin fired up Lookin for the nigga who pulled his pistol on my homie An eye for an eye, so now your life is what you owe me Look deep into the eyes of your muthafuckin killer I want you to witness your muthafuckin murder, nigga And since you wants to kill, then your ass has got to fry But ain't no police, therefore your ass has gots to die We play the game for keeps and if you slept I guess you sleep You sho nuff fucked and now your ass is six feet deep Cause where I come from, yo, everybody's got a gat And niggas try your ass just to see where you got your heart at And if your shit is flimsy, then your ass is gonna bend And like I said before there'll be no tears in the end I'm rollin through your hood, now my heart is filled with anger You at your sister's house and now your sister's life in danger (By a total stranger) with the ?kanga? Niggas wanna bang ya and hang ya Sting ya with one up in the chamber Let's take a trip up Holloway So you can see how many niggas in my hood is down to die today We standin up for our own shit And if you outside the click, then you die, bitch It ain't no love in this muthafucka It ain't no love for yourself or your other brother Because we real with this shit, so we stay true And since we bang, we do what O.G.'s say do I've got the mind of the man in the mirror So I'm lookin at me vaguely But I can't seem to fade me I've got my pistol pon cock Ready to lay shots non-stop Until I see your monkey-ass drop And let your homies know who done it Cause when it comes to this gangsta shit you muthafuckas know who run it So when you put this muthafucka to the test You gotta realize somethin, nigga: (you fuckin with the very best) I've got this killer up inside of me I can't talk to my mother, so I talk to my diary I'm goin off on the deep end I find myself face to face with myself while I'm sleepin I see your picture in my head and my hand shake You can run, you can hide, but there's no escape My inner feelings show no mercy on my enemy I got to get this muthafucka before he gets to me So in your own blood you'll bathe And I won't stop until I put this muthafucka in his fuckin grave And I can say this once again You can cry but you'll still die, there'll be no tears in the end |
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