Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song J.O.B. - Das What Dey Is!, artist - Prince Paul. Date of issue: 24.06.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
J.O.B. - Das What Dey Is! |
| Bimos: Yo what’s up man? |
| Scully B: Yo w’shup, man? |
| Bimos: Yo, you gotta let 'em know where that Scully B is! |
| Scully B: I 'unno, man, but you know they be all just BITIN', MAN! |
| Scully B: |
| J.O.B., tryin' to make green |
| Peoples always ask me what the hell does that mean? |
| J is for the jerks around the way |
| Who be standin' on the corner almost every single day |
| O is for the others who can’t understand |
| How gettin' a job can improve a man |
| B’s for the bitch that lets you knock it |
| But only if you got that cash in your pocket |
| She lets you rock her 'till the break o' dawn |
| And then skip town when the cash is gone |
| Bimos: Aw yeah, Scully B got head! |
| Scully B: Yeah, you know what I’m sayin' man, DAS what dey is! |
| Scully B: |
| Step into this jam, damn, lookin' nice |
| Jealous sucka punks thinkin' what a life |
| Well, since this is life and nothing comes free |
| It’s all about makin' that cash money |
| Grabbin' on my clothes, girls screamin' my name |
| Well I guess that’s just the price of fame |
| This bum asked for change, (Yo, can I get some change, man?) lookin' kinda |
| rugged |
| It’s not that I fronted, but I only carry 100's |
| Bump into this girl I ain’t seen for a while |
| The girl flips out and starts actin' wild |
| Now things like that I won’t allow |
| Cause girls like that cold cramp my style |
| Bimos: Yo, she played you like that? |
| Daaaamn! |
| Yo, I woulda kicked her in the |
| neck! |
| Scully B: Oh. |
| Is that what you did? |
| Jason X: |
| Drivin' in my Z down the avenue |
| Gangsta lean to the side and a 40 of brew |
| Hit my breaks (screeeech!), who could it be? |
| Some nice round thighs and a big boo-ty |
| I said «Baby, baby, I know what you like — |
| Turn that butt around and I’ll ride you like a bike.» |
| She said «Yeah, man, I know what you mean … «Then she pulled down those designer jeans |
| Cause I’m the type of brother that just don’t play |
| I waxed that butt from March till May |
| And just in case I get an overdose |
| I pass it on to my man Bimos |
| Scully B: |
| Stopped at the light on Atlantic Avenue |
| Aw, damn! |
| Here comes that Squeegee crew! |
| Brothers on the car like rats on cheese |
| Get off my car, niggas, won’t you please? |
| Stopped at the station to get me some gas |
| And here comes a girl with a great big ass |
| The closer she got, the more I knew |
| I had to take her to the crib and do the dew |
| Ran in the store to get me some brew |
| A 3-pack of condoms and a Charleston Chew |
| Back to the crib, didn’t play no games |
| Had the fly girl screamin' my name (SCULLY!!) |
| Finally realized the girl was a whore |
| Put my foot in her ass, she asked me for some more |
| Bimos: Oh, is DAT what she is? |
| Scully B: (giggling) |