life In the snow after the show, I had a fight wit' Phife Moves to a land to get away but back home Job was urkin' us, it sent me through a danger zone
ass for days A.F.D., a jam that's hittin' for the streets So flat ass is obsolete And titties don't do it, even though they might be plump I need a
is you steady tellin' me to go and get a job? Fuck that, nigga, this my thing right now I know I'm walkin' home happy, smilin' and I ain't even thinkin
in Brazil" Where a woman, she slaved for sure Bringin' home thirty cents a day to a family of twelve You know, that's a lot of money to her Well, it'
you the fuck out! Chris Tucker you, you a sucka you do the shit that a sucka do, you a bitch like your wife and she a sucka too! i got my pipes i can
' home son I don't know when. Will get together then. You know will have a good time then. Well he came from collage just the other day. So much like a
a time in a boy's life when he's got to be a man Please don't try to find me, please try to understand" I got me a job in a rock and roll band I'm gonna
save a dollar Apartment's empty, I'm all alone Won't you listen to a grown man holler? The boss man's dead on my case "Keep your mind on the job and
Bein' the new you is one hell of a job My kid cranked up her boom box to almost grown When I heard you screamin' from her room "Everybody must get stoned", thanks a
'm a mess Yes, Officer Krupke you're really a slob This boy don't need a doctor just a good honest job Society's played him a terrible trick And sociologically
's why I'm a mess Yes, Officer Krupke, you?re really a slob This boy don't need a doctor, just a good honest job Society's played him a terrible trick
cool, it's just what I do T-R-U-E - J-A-C-K-S-O-N - V-P - change it up Working at a grown up job, I never really knew I could work this hard Used to
' on the floor, woof I'm comin' back for more If the Mona Lisa's name was Teresa I'll get a piece-a of the Mona Lisa Then smoke a cigar You deserve a
I can't wait 'til you get home just can't wait 'til you get home I can just hear it, yeah somebody, somebody, somebody calling me Be my lady, I can just
, yo I'm going the fuck home World on my shoulders as I run back to this ain't my room I'm a man, I'm a make a new plan Time for me to just stand up
hack it Paul's gay, you're a faggot 'Least he admits it, don't even risk it This guy's starvin' to death, someone get him a biscuit! I don't know what
our own. Chorus For a man without a job Is a stranger to the seasons No music to the cycle of the changes will he hear. Like a band without a drummer
but I'm gon' say this to you I Get high but I don't get too high, so what's the limit 'posed to be? That must be why you can't get your ass up out the