| When you just think… you can’t take it anymore
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| Come drag your knuckles
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| Do some caveman shit, you know what I mean
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| You gotta be a buckle-sagging, hustle having brother
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| With your knuckles dragging
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| Waitin' tables and the wage is minimum
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| My family needs to eat and I must be the one defendin' em
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| Double shift, Friday fix, fuckin' spot is packed as balls
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| Someone must have called in sick, thanks a lot for jackin' off
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| I got 6 tables, 3 are cool no prob', one some older broads
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| One a JV squad, they just won a title, tryna celebrate the odds,
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| and so I gave them all free drinks and onion straws
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| Then this last table of douchebag supremes, suit tie regime
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| Do nothing but juke, lie, and scheme
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| They tried to call me over with that snooty 'snap your fingers'
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| I just tried to play pretend as if I never heard the ringer
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| Better not be disrespect, I am not that fuckin' dude
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| Yeah, I need my job and all, but I will not be stuck and screwed
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| If they cross the line then you gon' see just what I mean
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| I’ll be hopping all up on their table just to fuckin' scream
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| You think you’re civilized
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| You think your money means shit to me
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| Well I got news for ya sucker
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| I just don’t see how you get down, down
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| You think you’re civilized
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| You think your money means shit to me
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| Well I got news for ya sucker
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| I’m a buckle-sagging, hustle-having brother with my knuckles dragging
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| Knuckle dragging
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| Knuckle dragging
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| Knuckle dragging
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| See I just left the job, clocked out (NOPE), I just fuckin' quit
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| They can mail my last check out, and they can suck a dick
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| Job was paying peanuts, and I am a gorilla
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| Knuckles dragging on the floor, I’m bearded like a killer
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| I’m pounding on the concrete like nobody can harm man
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| King of the concrete jungle, fuck a Tarzan
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| Swinging from the ropes, and dropping down on everyone below
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| Ladies looking at me like a monster with a rubber soul
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| Now I’m feeling free, apron in the trash can
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| I’ll get my respect by any method that a man can
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| No more talking down to me, so keep it canned-canned
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| Everybody give me space, this here is my jam-jam
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| So next time you see somebody and their hustles lagging
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| Or they’re getting abused by some uppity yuppy maggot
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| Grab 'em by the throat and clutch 'em like a fuckin' savage
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| Cause some problems can only be solved when you’re knuckle dragging
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| You think you’re civilized
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| You think your money means shit to me
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| Well I got news for ya sucker
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| I just don’t see how you get down, down
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| You think you’re civilized
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| You think your money means shit to me
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| Well I got news for ya sucker
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| I’m a buckle-sagging, hustle-having brother with my knuckles dragging |