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letra de walking home: tuesday - violent j

[intro: violent j]
oh sh-t
i’m getting off soon
hard labor
d-mn
here we go again

[verse 1: violent j, tierre diaz]
another day, another dollar, i’m feeling h-lla tired
sh-t’s piled high, and i’m the only dishwasher hired
my homie fat matt got his ass fired
for beating his banana stick peeping that rosanna chick
through a hole in the wall up in storage
blowing jerry the cook, it’s scary he would look
and when matt went splat, he had to dump a scoop
i never would’ve thought he’d pick the soup, clam chowder
he got sh-t canned, i never laughed louder
at six it was the end of my shift, i’m out of there
i seen beth in a backseat suckin’ on a fat mеat
i said, “isn’t that sweet?” and then i heard, “exactly”
happy, her pimp runnin’ hoеs like a track meet
and that’s when beth jumped out and f-ckin’ slapped me
mad ’cause i maced her, happy f-ckin’ chased her
hey, you trying to get me k!lled, b-tch? i laughed, but my face hurt

[chorus: violent j]
i just got off work, and i’m walking home
the hood puttin’ in work, once again it’s on
apply my street smarts, why, i don’t want the bone
unnecessary drama better leave it alone
they attack, hit back, i react, think fast
and when you think you got a friend, they the first to blast
when they jack, hit back, are they strapped? think fast
it’s every day all week, so we built to last
[verse 2: violent j, sh-ggy 2 dope]
soon as i hit tool, rounded the corner, and i seen it (yes)
dirt’s rusty blue bucket van, how convenient
heard the heavy metal, the sh-t was overheated
and there’s dirt’s ass under the hood, i think i’ll beat it
he never seen me coming, (b-tch) i cut across the grass
put my boot to his wranglers, stunned his dusty ass
he jumped ass, his head hit the hood
sh-t, j, i ain’t seen you back there, bromie, what’s good?
bromie nothing, b-tch, (ho) you f-ckin’ bailed on me
soon as your van failed on me, you f-ckin’ stale phonie
would a stale phonie have a sack like this on me?
he pulled out a bag of schwag, smelled like p-ss and bologna
then i heard a whistle, the call of the murder rats (over here!)
(look right there) followed by some yellin’ and bustin’ off gats
they was comin’ to attack, before i could react
dirt was gone again, he even sn-tched the bag of schwag back
(motherf-cker) no laggin’, f-ck that, they ain’t baggin’ this scrub
i seen a fat chick climbin’ in a volkswagen bug
it was pink, it said “juicy” on the vanity plate
i had to sock her ass and take it to make my escape (my bad!)

[verse 3: violent j, blahzay roze, jumpsteady]
i’m ridin’ around the copeland project, but this sh-t’s a stick
i f-cked it up real quick, it jerked and kicked (f-ck)
and though i’m ridin’, ([?]) i ain’t tryin’ to drive through that sh-t
even in this, those boys will jack my sh-t legit
i seen blowzanna’s crib, the king kong of bl-wj-bs
but word is she got some herpes up in her throat slob
still i pulled up in her driveway, the whole trance fell
it pancaked right there, i f-cked it all up to h-ll
she came out and said, “j, you came, you’re so sweet, boo”
yeah, and i brought you this, from me to you, keys in it
she said, “hey, wait a minute, don’t you want to visit?”
no, i didn’t, i did though, i did it (d-mn)
i hit it and got with it, i pray i didn’t get it
it’s true, the head was bomb ass ’til she bit it
i finally put my fitted on and jetted on home
but there’s rico and his people on my front lawn (d-mn it)
you got that bag you owe me, homie? where you been, bromie?
you talk to tony? no. he ain’t tell you what he told me?
the homie dirt got your work, blue van, he’s your guy
don’t play me like a fool, j! bromie, i would never lie
[chorus: violent j]
i just got off work, and i’m walking home
the hood puttin’ in work, once again it’s on
apply my street smarts, why, i don’t want the bone
unnecessary drama better leave it alone
they attack, hit back, i react, think fast
and when you think you got a friend, they the first to blast
when they jack, hit back, are they strapped? think fast
it’s every day all week, so we built to last
i just got off work, and i’m walking home
the hood puttin’ in work, once again it’s on
apply my street smarts, why, i don’t want the bone
unnecessary drama better leave it alone
they attack, hit back, i react, think fast
and when you think you got a friend, they the first to blast
when they jack, hit back, are they strapped? think fast
it’s every day all week, so we built to last

[outro: violent j]
yeah, home safely
hot fries and faygo
d-mn
and tomorrow’s only wednesday?
woo!
i’ll survive, though, as long as i
hit back and think fast
when i’m walking home
yeah, let me give a fat shout-out
uh, to mike p on the tracks
k-ma on the mix ’cause he’s sharp as an axe
violent j wicked sh-t splittin’ backs
psychopathic

- violent j

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