Get a Job

[Ced Gee] Yo, I gotta correct myself; I said eighty-five But lookin at the master tape in front of me, that joint was eighty-four But uhh, check dis, we gon' run through a bunch of old joints And then we gon' sum it up, with a brand new joint at the end To bring... this whole thing to an end y'knahmsayin So check it [someone doing a high voice] Yo, yo, yo Kool Keith, yo! Yo can I borrow a quarter, c'mon? [K Keith] Yo Ced, what a stupid motherfucker, he's a asshole [Ced Gee] Get a job motherfucker, not some bitches like me to pimp [Ced Gee] Yo Keith tell 'em about it [Kool Keith] Everyday on the block, you sit and wait, you need a job Eatin corn chips, and lookin nosy as hell Seekin all of the business, open mouths can tell Who worked 9 today, who got a 5 today Who sold a bundle of dope, who else survived today Now think internal dummy, you walk around like a fool With your feet on the ground, a quarter beer and you're cool But you don't watch me, nobody watch your back I keep a scope on my prey, an eye behind my back So I can see when you perpetrate, and talk when I leave About this man, that man, the Joker or Batman See these girls with no money, all bummy, hangin with Catman Cause they're silly, we're not impressed with gold It takes a brain and a washcloth, the school even told ya Mind ya business, and pay your bills and walk You're mad at neighbors upstairs, because they won't even talk They have a job, a day and dollars ahead of 'em While you paw me and beg me, joke around for fifty cents Make it simple and plain, you probably know who you are YOU NEED A JOB! [Kool Keith] Three o'clock in the mornin you're screamin up and down the hallway Can a workin man sleep, you're stupid taggin up his doorway Wit'cha radio loud, you're unaware of your scent So take a piece of advice, and buy your brain the common sense Look around on the dirty ground, you're scrapin up your knees Always hangin with trash, pigeon female pickin seeds Steady one by one, they'd rather eat off the floor They leave their bones in the street, and chew that meat off the floor Ain't that a shame - one girl is tryin to diss Because while her friend's at work, ain't got a pot to piss But she insist more, to take a powerful stand With her new three dumb friends and jack buck in her hand With no intention, on ever finding a job To get a coal out your eye before it turns to glob It takes time, and such a positive mind Like you search for a high, a job is easy to find It's total laziness, go give your mother respect You wanna live like a roach, and wait around on a check But you ain't right bum, you're still foolish and dumb You're just a fish out of rock, creek and a lowlife scum So tell me somethin - you get a kick out of sleepin? Because you're facin the clock, another day on the block YOU NEED A JOB! [voice] Aiyyo Keith I don't need a job I'm down with Uptown Management [Ced G] Stop speaking garbage to me man - one more time Keith [Kool Keith] Five o'clock in the evening, Friday payday is sharp You got your face in my wallet, your feet is draggin the tar But you don't see it fool, they go to work and you don't They like to pay off their credit, they'll wake up early, you won't Try to better yourself, and keep a can of pork and beans Like a malnutition, step away when you're dissin Because your ears are invalid, neither organs will listen But you insist more, you step up laugh and diss more The A is for apple, knowin what you can kiss more The back of the donkey, swing around like a monkey Out there searchin for needles, in disguise of a junkie You're just embarassin, a total menace disgrace I seen you scrapin for residue on that pipe and you bass You need to stop it, deduct that habit and drop it You see my rhymes are like pills, you need to take it and pop it And let it float through you blink, let it go through your brain It takes a pity to see, you're wastin my time You think I'm writing for nothing or am I wasting my rhyme You're grown beggin for pennies - YOU NEED A JOB! Get a fuckin job motherfucker! [voice] Yo money I ain't gotta get a job I'm LARGE boy I'm out here I'm runnin shit on the corner y'knahmsayin? I got my bitches out here, gettin paid Yo my bitches gettin money [Kool Keith] Yo that bitch ain't workin over there look at Sally man [voice] Yo man bitch got a sweet ass, niggas is clockin her y'know CRAZY DOLLARS [Kool Keith] Man that bitch need a fuckin JOB! [voice] Bust this I got this kilo coming [Kool Keith] Man, there go the cops GET A JOB