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letra de dope jobs homeless - obie trice

sh-tted in it… ran from it n-gg-… f-ck, i done did it all

i sold dope, watched fiends crave for rock
watch ’em watchin me put the stash in my sock (yo yo)
walkie talk to n-gg-s from the corner when the feds bout to enter
pumped up blocks, some of the winter
kerosene heaters by my feet
takin tops off just so a n-gg- can eat lunch meat
4 days no z’s from the first to third
end of the month too excited to get sleep
i bagged up tools, aggravated while picky mother f-ckers
who don’t know which rock to choose (pick man)
took out of town trips 2 seconds and the son of a b-tch
narcs run in talkin sh-t
i know about dope
i lost my man luke to the c-ke
pumpin over there off of desoto
any n-gg- who don’t know about this
i hit you with the iron mike quote
that’s ludicris sh-ttin in the tub, p-ssin in the tub
hepat-tis b inflicted in a thug (yo, i’m sick man)
i know about that sh-t right there

chorus:
ey yo, dope, jobs, homeless did it all
ya’ll n-gg-s can’t tell me sh-t
dope, jobs, homeless did it all
who the f-ck gone tell me sh-t
dope, jobs, homeless

i done had jobs, black
boss man yellin at the top of his lungs about a f-ckin big mac (get that burger)
you d-mn near fired a restaurant manager who can’t manage sh-t
stressed out and tired
i’m talkin bout blacks
you work all week with boo
and one day your man boo just collapsed
his breakdown is caused by his b-tch
who dropped the drawers for a n-gg- who could really floss
5.25 and make your mouth leakin on top of that sh-t
you get a check every other week
you work a week in the hole
it’s 30 m-th-f-ckers on payroll
you work when they want you to
equal opportunity? n-gg-, right.
suburban community check stubs always h-lla tight
my sh-t lookin like this?
i got a b-tch, a baby and i need a place to p-ss (d-mn.what i’m supposed to do with this sh-t)
p-ssed off at check time cuz i was skipped
that’s when obie trice start c-ckin back the sh-t… f-ck this

chorus

i done been homeless
no place to sleep (yo)
mom’s don’t wanna hear it
no place to eat (come on ma)
p-ss out on my man’s couch just for a week (yeah)
til he get fed up and kick a n-gg- to the street (get the f-ck out of here dawg)
black out from cold
freezin my toes (d-mn)
snow f-ckin over my boots
my tems froze (sh-t)
face turnin blue
cars riding by with the little children on the inside pointin at you (mommy look at that man)
been f-cked over folks
and they don’t want to see ya
baby momma got a new n-gg- with a visa
sleepin in cars.abandoned sh-t
while the rats eat the wires
you be plannin sh-t (please lord please)
close to pneumonia
wishin for heat like
d-mn if only i came up in california
plottin on a lick like
stickin your mans
cause d-mn you know he got at least a grand in his pants
face lookin old
despite the fact you only 20 years old
stuck in the cold
snot drippin profusely (sniff sniff)
takin an alley route
so my ex-cutie won’t notice me

chorus (2x)

mother f-cker i done did it all

yeah, sh-t is real out here
nap entertainment
2000
f-ck, n-gg-

- obie trice

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