Baby, work me 'Til I want no more Baby, work me 'Til I want no more Want you to work me, baby Lord how, make me feel it Want you to do me Baby, I will
the 'dallions Felt like some crackers was in back of me Spit on the clerk, pass the Harry Winston set Ghost backin me Bust a shot, motored Four male in paper work
last night Picture me Lil's Eazy E Pistol Fahrenheit LA County got work in Slawson We get it poppin Back to Roxbury in Boston The streets love me See they named me
the glove Now, do these fools got a problem with me? Or do they got love? So when the light turns green, I don't bone out I wanna see what these black
So where to work at, and niggas smirk at Me say ain't nuttin' poppin from here to the LB What you tell me? No it ain't crack, and everybody's jackin
bread I got the keys to the bakery Alot of dudes swear they play man they some fackery Let me catch a girl up out some work in mah site And believe I
don't make me wanna hang it up But lookin at a empty plate dont' make me wanna keep it up Any nigga with that work gon make me wanna kreep it up Even
and the sunset glow Everyday like a mardi gras, everybody party all day No work all play, okay So we sip a little something, lay to rest the spill Me
Black Rob] I had this bad bitch uptown, she was whoa! (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Almost had me pushing up daisies (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Had some big nigga with keys
it's the odd shottie that got cats, likening me To the mob John Gotti rap dudes bitin' me 'cause I got it locked like the late Bob Marley Pardon me y
that ain't funny Now Granny's work will never be done 'Cause everybody's tryin' to get filthy rich Off of somebody else's money Hey, me and my friends
Work For Just Got A Man (A man) But Tell Me Can He Hit It Like Me (Can He Hit It Like Me) Yeah I Heard He Got Cash, But Tell Me Do He Spend Like Me
I squeeze niggas fallin' like they last name Keys Dirties please, watch me as I switch my speeds First name GMC, last name Denali Why the change? You come know fuck wit me
't owe me shit It taught me the game and told me, "Go, get rich" Twenty pounds in a rental car, headed to the Mack Town T-Y told me, "Get the work and
t tell" why every ghetto b-tch gotta smell like Love Spell or that God-damn cucumber bath and body works I can still smell the sweat the sh-t hardly works
Strapped for cash take me to your trailer I'll steal your trash Ask me a question, I love to lie, hey look girl is that Jimi Hendrix? 'Scuse me while
a patriot One track sliced without swords, I buried the Christ corpse In my past life when the black knight mounted the white horse And stay over-worked
place and the sun set low Everyday like a Mardi gras everybody party all day No work all play, okay So we sip a little something leave the rest to spill Me