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
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
Busters to front on me A Bible in my pocket I'm walkin' like it's a gun on me So when I catch a Fed they know to put more than one on me Fear No Evil,
telly with me (girl) You know we widdit [Pun] Rub jelly on your belly with me (girl) You know we widdit [S.G.] Work up a sweat and get smelly with me
the boulevard straight up wreck it, in a damn line pop trunk, surround, me and my partnas yeah you know we comin down, diamonds in our grill tell me how
rob in my black tee Hit licks in my black tee All in your house searchin' For bricks in my black tee I hit the scene, black scene in an all black shirt Black
my picture and my finger prints I said, "Wait you can't arrest me I'm the fresh prince" I demand that you release me you incompetent fool You can't arrest me
't bend, see papi is my kenfolk Spin out the work, as if its on a ten spoke Soul benefactor the Benz, he made the rims poke Trust me they can't touch
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
