Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song County Line, artist - Coolio. Date of issue: 25.10.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
County Line |
| Seven in the morning, standing in the line |
| three fools in front of me, drinking on some wine |
| two in the back of me sucking on a joint |
| and one in back of them ready for a new sport |
| there’s 4−5 suckers way way in the back |
| stooped down low with the crowd smokin’crack |
| they looking at me funny coz I got a record out |
| and a nigga with a record out is supposed to have some proud |
| a forth of the people in the line be hookers |
| but the other forth betta ask help themself |
| a forth of the people having good faith |
| and all of the rest all fucked up in the head |
| a bald headed stank bitch is about to make me laugh |
| and a nigga who need a bath is asking for my autograph |
| ain’t nothing changed but the time |
| I got to get mine, so I’m standing in the county line |
| This ain’t funny so don’t you dare laugh |
| coz it’s all about money, ain’t a damn thing funny |
| This ain’t funny so don’t you dare laugh |
| you got to have the conned, and let’n them looking funny |
| Verse Two: |
| I walked through the front door to fill out my ap Here comes another sap asking if I rap |
| I don’t say a word coz he know that I do |
| I’m down with the MAAD ass U know Hoo! |
| I take a numer and a seat |
| I’m sweating from the heat |
| Somebody got their shoes off |
| I smell their feet |
| My number is 80, it’s still on 20 |
| I look up at the clock and now IS 10:30 |
| Free butter and cheese oh please, oh please |
| Can I get my food stamps so I can leave |
| I got money and a car but they don’t really know it now they asking me a gang of questions coz I told them I was homeless |
| I’m living in a car drive back in the alley |
| but I use to shack up with a hooker named Sally |
| line after line |
| ruff is the time |
| My life is in a bomb so I’m standing in the county line |
| Verse Three: |
| I’m sittin’at a desk talking to a social worker |
| She thinks I’m a fool but I know that I can work her |
| -Punk ass ho’sittin’behind the window all toe up ass tramp |
| rollin’that week sheets of mine |
| You have a penetentry record |
| -I said I know that BIATCH! |
| She wants to know what kind a work do I do |
| I said I haven’t worked since 1982 |
| I can’t find a job though I looked and I looked |
| took one hit of the crack and mistook |
| she sittin there wonderin’what did coz I did |
| and the whole time I’ma watchin like I’m smokin me a joint |
| job search work the projects whackness |
| and in a few weeks I’d get my check |
| now I got to wait for them to call me trough the window |
| so I can get some cash to pay for the hotel and the bathshow |
| it’s 5:13 by the clock on the wall |
| mothafuckez move so I can make a phonecall |
| shit is getting late and the time is 29 |
| that why so many niggas standing in the county line |
| Chorus 2X to fade |