| Yo, I hate my boss
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| Dude think he know it all
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| And I know I know it all
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| But I follow protocol
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| Hope sit in the casket
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| Got me sittin' in traffic (word)
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| It’s seven AM (yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| And I woke up late, didn’t even have a shower
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| Lunch break? |
| Give me a break, a damn half an hour
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| All this bullshit for twelve bucks an hour (I'm ready to quit)
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| Plug me to Chuck D, wanna Fight the Power
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| Instead I light the sour before I go in the office
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| Being here eight hours sure will get you nauseous
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| Lady across from me, telling me her problems (what the fuck?)
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| I’m look at her like yo (yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| How the fuck I’m gonna solve 'em?
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| You know our ethnicity
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| Car note, rent, don’t forget electricity (that's all due)
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| Internet, cable, and the phone all connected
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| Food, gas, tolls oh now it’s getting hectic
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| Brand new clothes? |
| Naw you’d rather see me naked
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| Yo check it, I got my check, now I’m feel disrespected (what the fuck)
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| Why am I working here? |
| It ain’t working here
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| It ain’t worth it here, never gonna persevere
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| Ain’t no money for new shoes or purses here
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| Should’ve done my first career (huh) nursing yeah
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| Now I’m sitting here thinking 'bout the work I put in
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| This verse from the everyday working woman
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| I put on my pants, put on my shoes
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| I pray to God, paid all my dues
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| I’m trying to win, seems like I was born to lose
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| All I can say (yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| I say let me through, but they don’t let me through
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| You want to quit, God damn I’m ready to
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| Lifestyle I’m living, ain’t steady boo (Not at all)
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| All I can say (yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Ayo I’m lookin' for a job, ain’t nobody hiring
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| Then I ask the boss, «when y’all doin' firing?»
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| You know I’m admiring nice job, family man
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| Car and looking as walk in a tiring
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| Shoulda been a fireman, learn to do wiring
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| Then get retirement, I blame my environment (it's my hood)
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| I went in for an interview, for delivery (for delivery)
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| «Locked up, felonies?» |
| now the dude’s quizzing me
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| You working on my future, why you need to know my history?
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| All he did was Google me, no big mystery
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| He ain’t digging me, politely he was dissin' me
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| «No we’re not hiring, but thanks for the visit please»
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| He ain’t want me, my grandmother warned me
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| Them God damn felonies will haunt me, taunt me (I told you 'bout them felonies)
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| No second chance, back to the same block
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| Go home, my baby moms done changed locks (fuck is she doing)
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| This a game ma? |
| Okay the games over (okay)
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| Then she opened the door with the chain on (what's up)
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| Said she been reaching out, for several days
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| I ain’t helping out, we need to go our separate ways (oh word?)
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| I was just amazed, wanna go another route?
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| Let me get my clothes, said she took them to my mother’s house
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| She was pissed off, yeah P.O.'ed
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| And said «go head and wild out, I’ll call your P.O.» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Job , by - Cam'Ron. Song from the album Crime Pays, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп