The Cuf - f** This Job lyrics

(Bro RJ): Man, f** this job Take this muthaf**a and shove it I make money-money, but not enough of it With an above average salary, but that's before taxes Once I get the little check I'm back in the poverty bracket "Let me get my jacket" I asked these fools I carpooled with Stupid, don't get caught in traffic again, you cruisin' They blow one before we get there, blow blunts at lunch Sometimes when I'm at work, I don't work, I just sit there With a big glare, picture myself a millionaire Grillin' my secrataries (I ain't here...hey Rob, hold my calls) (Hey, get up! No sleepin' on the job!) Damn, I dozed off, the last night my company had her clothes off (Hey, wanna work some overtime?) Naw boss, ain't no benefits in it, cuz I don't claim no dependants (You fired!) Before I even got to finish my sentance Then I got offended cuz he interupt me abruptly I but-but-but my a**, seeing my last pay, and I'm that-a-way Chorus: Man, f** this job Take this muthaf**a and shove it I make money-money, but not enough of it (Pete): Everytime it's job related Eight hours seems stagnated Doin' someone else's chores, gettin' paid, but I can't take it Man I fake it, and I don't think I make it (why not?) Mainly cuz I'm unfocused and my only hope is lunch breaks sh**, I should quit, tell 'em stick it where they crap Matter of fact, let me get up in this bathroom to take a nap Never did I have a job that I was serious in, or curious in Every single one I wound up furious in I can't help it, I once felt it Now I feel it's wasted energy I need to spend the day doing something that will better me Not busing tables, washing dishes, pumping gas And f** lifting boxes, chopping wood, busting a** Not moving up the ladder or taking the time to do it right No patience for other business relations at the job site Man, I'm tired of this place, every day going through it You can get somebody else for this sh**, even a monkey can do it CHORUS (Pete): They want you highly programmable Ain't nothing tangible about no n***a Overstand the whole picture Corporations support foreing affairs Think they care you got your degree and want to start your career? Ghetto ba*tard with your bachelors Now what's the pa**word? Go back and get your masters and own your own slaves Used to look at the teeth, now they peep the resume And then peep up in me, and I'm to good to say "Partna, I need this job badly like a muthaf**a, I can't fake it" But 20 g's a year? Man, make it 30 and I'll take it Hey can I get the vacation package? Where all the perks? "Partna, don't push your probation, back to your work station" [spoken]: sh** basically every single job I ever had I can say f** that job (Well then why you worked here?) It ain't meaned sh**, I just mighta needed it at the time For something that I had to do, or something I had to pay Or some kind of rent or some kind of bills I had to pay (Yeah, I can feel that too) It don't mean sh** (Yeah, it don't mean sh**) I can waste every cent of every dollar I ever had on some bullsh** (I feel you, man ay, f** these muthaf**as man It's like we gotta enterprise our own sh** And just ma** market it, yaknowwhati'msayin? Yaknowwhati'msayin? We doin' this sh** Ay, f** this job And you know why? Cuz I was laid, and they still didn't give me my vacation pay Haha