Slick Rick - Get A Job

Well I'm riding round the Benz
truck with fake friends
Word here they come now yo
Ricky lend me couple lenses
For lunch and all of that
I got to listen to this nonsense
What the hell Crumb
don't you have a consciense
I'll treat the vogue get the gold
chuck a heat in gear
Don't understand it til the blood sucker beat it
I see my doc I'm said 'yo doc how's the health there'
Don't worry bout these pretzel
muthas acting like your welfare
Word to parasites tell me hasn't it ever occured of
Stand on your own two please I never heard of
By the window in the bathroom that one did it
Got a dress like a brother then both of them will quit it
Potential is intelligent and it's me you wanna rock
Hey half cent hookers trynna act like snobs get a job
You want a damn hood No here she go
I'm a gonna try here to try it
Rick my baby needs pampers so buy 'em
Come on take me to Pizza Hut work class cow
What would your man say
if he could see your slut ass now
For five bucks cool window while
he drives barely missed him
Pissed him dissed him turn up the system
You ought of treat that's the dinner
I'm hungry said her daughter
She tried to crawl behind home and heat bread and water
A rich girl don't like I said he's always the best
Yea whatever no question project destined
Yo what the hell is with you people
are you all incoherent
Fifty years old and still you living with your parent
Not a break to breathe yell on the phone
Take all I own everything
and leave me the hell alone
Word up now shorty rock steals her ride
For you half cent hookers trynna
act like snobs now get a job
Reserve my hotty it's the not used to buying pearls
Please drive me across the whole entire world
My new man still can't work and
he ain't too bright in math
Like it's my fault he couldn't manage money like that
Survive with your man I didn't say grind the strife
And even worse when they never heard of 9 to 5
And you can't be gentle or they get all sentinental
I don't work for white people well work for Oriental
Her baby's mother her friend
that's why plenty get killed
I'm in Peru kids hurt and I need twenty mil
On man written traps deaf dumb blind too
I lost my wallet son sorry Grams lost mine too
Lonely on the step but still I have a cold heart
So on the spot is one horny old fart
Word thinking he intelligent
it's me you wanna rock
And all you half cent hookers
trynna act like snobs get a job