A-FRO-MAN, take a pound of bud and flip it like a pancake. PACAW!
I quit my job this mornin’
I don’t wanna work no more (I ain’t workin’ for no 5 dollars an hour)
Fuck MacDonald’s and Taco Bell
That modern day slavery is knockin’ on my front door (I don’t fit in the corporate world man)
Get you a big fat sack o’ yayo
Can’t see my kids, can’t see my wife (hell yeah)
Can’t see a way to control my dog-gone life
Hungry hustlas
Got hired at the dope spot
I’m an employee
Cookin’ crack like a black Chef Boyardee
Got Meth, speed, whatever you need
Zigzags come free with a bag of weed
If you want some sherm, ya got to talk to Herm
The skinny black dude with the real long perm
Laptop computers, rap CDs, Motorola phones, Sony color TVs
I got the porno tapes in the back of the car, ya get it free when you buy a hot VCR
Got gats and D’s, car batteries
Getting money with my folks on those hundred spokes
Cops ain’t waiters, we don’t tip em
Treat cars like women take ’em home and strip em
Match the pink slips, get the smog inspection
Put a add in the paper in the classified section
Cause’ I don’t want to work no more
(Fuck that shit)
Modern day slavery knocking on my front door
(Fuck that shit)
Can’t see my kids, I can’t see my wife
I Can’t see a way to control my own life
I don’t want to work no more
Modern day slavery knockin’ on my front door
I can’t see my kids, I can’t see my wife
I can’t see a way to control my damn life motherfucker
I quit my job this morning’ (get a haircut?)
I don’t wanna work no more (I can’t be Afroman with no bald head…)
Fuck MacDonald’s and Taco Bell
Modern day slavery (random drug test?) is knocking on my front door
Get you a big fat sack o’ yayo
Can’t see my kids, can’t see my wife
Can’t see a way to control my dog-gone life
Tell the neighborhood watch, tell the neighborhood listen
Tell the neighborhood ya big screen television missin’
New in my hood, so I got to come to ya
Steal ya car battery and sell it back to ya
Then I come back, just for kicks
I leave ya car sittin’ on four big bricks
All I need now is some baskets homes
Cause my garage looks just like Auto Zone
What you say man? Ya need another beeper?
Buy from me, ’cause it’s a whole lot cheaper
Got a cellular phone, and ya really oughta get it
Fo a limited time, brother, the chip come wit it
So come to my house, when yo times is hard
It’s just like Vegas in my back yard
I keep my Afro picked, my khakis creased
And my next-door neighbors callin’ up the police
Cause’ I don’t want to work no more
Modern day slavery knockin’ on my front door
I can’t see my kids, I can’t see my wife
I can’t see a way to control my own life
I said I don’t want to work no more
Modern day slavery knockin’ on my front door
I can’t see my kids, I can’t see my wife
I can’t see a way to control my damn life
I quit my job this morning
I don’t wanna work no more
Fuck MacDonald’s and Taco Bell
Modern day slavery is knocking on my front door
Get you a big fat sack of yayo
Can’t see my kids, can’t see my wife
Can’t see a way to control my dog-gone life
Rough, reckless, snatch yo necklace
Sell it on the corner then buy myself breakfast
I made 80 dollars in an hour or mo’
So what the fuck do I want to get job fo’?
So the yuppies, the guppies, can floss their power
My black ass five dollas an hour
And the fact is, after taxes, got to live where the Mexicans and the blacks is mother fucker
Crooked police, gangs in chuck tailors
Bums sleeping in fuckin’ trucks and trailers
Three hundred dollars every two weeks
From the stupid, tired, penny pinching, pencil neck geeks
Abraham Lincoln told me I was free
So I’ma walk to the corner and do what I wanna
While you at work I’ll be watchin’ cable
Wit ya girl dancin’ naked on my new pool table
I don’t want to work no more
Modern day slavery knockin’ on my front door
Can’t see my kids, can’t see my wife
Can’t see a way to control my own life
Said I don’t want to work no more
Modern day slavery knockin’ on my front door
I can’t see my kids, I can’t see my…
Ah man, I got to sell like a twenty dollar rock, y’all keep singing, I’ll be right back
I quit my job this mornin’
I don’t want to work no more
Modern day slavery is knocking on my front door
Can’t see my kids, can’t see my wife
Can’t see a way to control my dog-gone life
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