Vance Wright - Get a Job lyrics

[Slick Rick] 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? Ill treat the vogue, get the gold, chuck a heat in gear Don't understand it til the blood s**er 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... *DJ scratches* [Slick Rick] You want a damn hood? No, here she go, I'mma gonna try, here to try it Rick, my baby needs pampers; so buy 'em Come on take me to Pizza Hut, work cla** cow What would your man say if he could see your s*ut a** now For five bucks, cool, window while she 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 & 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... *DJ scratches* [Slick Rick] 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 k**ed 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... *DJ scratches*