Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get A Job, artist - Slick Rick. Date of issue: 31.12.1993
Song language: English
Get A Job |
| Well I’m riding round the Benz truck with fake friends |
| Word, here they come now, yo Ricky lend me couple lenses |
| For lunch and all of that, I got to listen to this nonsense |
| What the hell Crumb, don’t you have a consciense? |
| Ill treat the vogue, get the gold, chuck a heat in gear |
| Don’t understand it til the blood sucker beat it |
| I see my doc, I’m said 'yo, doc, how’s the health there' |
| Don’t worry bout these pretzel muthas acting like your welfare |
| Word to parasites, tell me, hasn’t it ever occured of |
| Stand on your own two, please, I never heard of |
| By the window in the bathroom, that one did it |
| Got a dress like a brother, then both of them will quit it |
| Potential is intelligent, and it’s me you wanna rock |
| Hey, half cent hookers trynna act like snobs, get a job… |
| You want a damn hood? |
| No, here she go, I’mma gonna try, here to try it |
| Rick, my baby needs pampers; |
| so buy 'em |
| Come on take me to Pizza Hut, work class cow |
| What would your man say if he could see your slut ass now |
| For five bucks, cool, window while she drives, barely missed him |
| Pissed him, dissed him, turn up the system |
| You ought of treat, that’s the dinner, I’m hungry, said her daughter |
| She tried to crawl behind home, and heat bread & water |
| A rich girl, don’t like, I said he’s always the best |
| Yea, whatever, no question, project destined |
| Yo, what the hell is with you people, are you all incoherent? |
| Fifty years old, and still you living with your parent? |
| Not a break to breathe, yell on the phone |
| Take all I own, everything, and leave me the hell alone |
| Word up, now shorty rock steals her ride |
| For you half cent hookers trynna act like snobs, now get a job… |
| Reserve my hotty, it’s the not, used to buying pearls |
| Please drive me across the whole entire world |
| My new man still can’t work and he ain’t too bright in math |
| Like it’s my fault he couldn’t manage money like that |
| Survive with your man, I didn’t say grind the strife |
| And even worse when they never heard of 9 to 5 |
| And you can’t be gentle, or they get all sentinental |
| I don’t work for white people, well work for Oriental |
| Her baby’s mother, her friend, that’s why plenty get killed |
| I’m in Peru, kids hurt, and I need twenty mil |
| On man written traps, deaf, dumb, blind too |
| I lost my wallet, son, sorry Grams, lost mine too |
| Lonely on the step, but still I have a cold heart |
| So on the spot, is one horny old fart |
| Word thinking he intelligent, it’s me you wanna rock |
| And all you half cent hookers trynna act like snobs, get a job… |