Lyrics:
Kanye West Good Ass Job

my bag And tell me that it's random, but we stay winnin' This week has been a bad massage, I need a happy endin' And a new beginning and a new fitted And some job

ass, one flat ass n-gga hit the switcheroo on my black ass ever seen Joe's jeans on a jackass and my b-tch got on tights with a tac ass I'm a fly n-gga

why don't you and your friends get with me and my friends" "My friends, my friends, my friends, my friends" [Kanye West] I had that little ass Nissan

Returned to my Bishop Juan ways Goin' wild like West and Kanye Wherever I lay my [unverified] is my home Goddamnit, I'm grown Broke broad, I'ma leave your ass

call it a California vacation I call it a Bentley with a smile =) God Bless the child with incredible style, nigga sicka than the West Nile Who's king of the West

I dream it I can feel it slowly dripping away from me No more chances if you blow this, you bogus I will never ever let you live this down, down, down [Kanye West

I dream it I can feel it slowly dripping away from me No more chances if you blow this, you bogus I will never ever let you live this down, down, down [Kanye West

so it's homework and hood crimes" I stood mine, for forever and a day so goodbye They never could say - tell 'em, J [Chorus] [Verse 2: Kanye West]

Scrolling through my Rolodex, who show up my toddler So many hands raised as the band plays I'm here now, watch how many plans change [Kanye West:] Penitentiary