Slick Rick - Get a Job Lyrics

Woman: Come on honey, wake up
Woman: You said you's gonna get a job today
Man: yawn
Woman: Come on, we got bills to pay
Woman: I'm tired of this, no
Y you taking this too far
Woman: Come on, get up
Man: sucks teeth Rick'll give me some money
Man: Chill out, I'll go tomorrow
Pass me a beer

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 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 rob
Hey, half cent hookers trynna act like snobs
Get a job

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 class cow
What would your man say if he
Could see your slut ass now
For five bucks, cool, window
While she drives, barely missed him
Pissed him, dissed him, turn up the system
You ought of treat us to 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 be 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 and robs
For you half cent hookers
Trynna act like snobs, now get a job

This other hottie used to knock
Used to buy her pearls
Please drive me across the whole entire world
My new man sure can't budget 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 sentimental
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 Gramps
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 rob
And all you half cent hookers
Trynna act like snobs, get a job