| Song | W-4 - Explicit Album Version |
| Artist | Dead Prez |
| Album | RBG: revolutionary but gangsta |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : M1, Stic | |
| (intro sample vocals from "American Pimp") | |
| So much shit goes on it makes me doubt about a God -- you know, makes me ask | |
| Well if there is a God then why am I in the situation that I'm in? | |
| Or why is my family going through certain situations | |
| When I don't think that they deserve it nah mean? | |
| Or why do good people suffer so much and bad people prosper so much? | |
| (lighter sparking) | |
| Yo | |
| Goin out...we light this J up right here...for all the hard working folk | |
| Cross this country, cross the world | |
| For everybody on the grind everyday 9 to 5, 8 to 12 -- you know how we do it | |
| Hand to hand, whateva... | |
| Yo, yo.. | |
| (Chorus - singing) | |
| I been working all my life but ain't got nothin' to show | |
| I ain't tellin' you nothing you don't already know | |
| I been working all my life but ain't got nothin' to show | |
| Like this world just don't want us to groooow | |
| I been working all my life but ain't got nothin' to show | |
| I ain't tellin' you nothing you don't already know | |
| I been working all my life but ain't got nothin' to show | |
| Wanna run up in tha white house and kick in tha do' ohhhhh | |
| (Verse 1) | |
| What a nigga gonna eat when the refrigerator empty? | |
| Work all week let the bossman pimp me? | |
| Can't pay no rent till the 15th | |
| Landlord call the police to evict me | |
| Lookin for a job in the want ads | |
| Have you ever been to jail? Know they gone ask | |
| Ever took a piss test that you didn't pass? | |
| In between jobs in the past? How you get cash? | |
| I done worked over hot ass stoves | |
| I done picked up trash off roads | |
| Winter time in the streets and the cold | |
| Many times had to sleep in my clothes on the flo' | |
| What you know bout bein' po' seein' most of yo kinfolk be on dope? | |
| Ain't nobody in the hood got no hope in this fucked up system and that's why we don't vote | |
| Still payin niggaz 4.25 - How the fuck we supposed to survive? | |
| I'm close to the edge, government takin most of my bread | |
| In taxes might as well have this close to my head | |
| Make a nigga wanna wild out | |
| Runup in the white house with the gauge out, CLICK CLACK! | |
| GIMME MY SHIT BACK BEEYOTCH! | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Puttin' on my uniform, just a number on a W-4 form.. | |
| (Verse 2) | |
| See where I'm from it's a few ways out | |
| Either rappin or sports either dope or the casket | |
| You can work to the bone but don't put all yo eggs in one basket | |
| We don't never get a piece of the pie | |
| Work 50 years, retire then die | |
| Stay po', rich folks is the criminal | |
| But you don't wanna hear me tho' so | |
| Thank God it's friday, ain't it what we live fo'? | |
| Nigga gotta get up out the plantation | |
| Same job that my pop had before me | |
| Imma pass it down to my seed fucked up situation | |
| Make a nigga wanna wild out | |
| Runup in the white house with the gauge out, CLICK CLACK! | |
| GIMME MY SHIT BACK BEEYOTCH! | |
| (Chorus) | |
| My J-O-Beeee | |
| Is just like a plantation | |
| They owe meeee | |
| But got me fillin' out this application | |
| My J-O-Beeee | |
| Is just like a plantation | |
| They owe meeee | |
| And got me fillin' out this application | |
| (song fades) |
| zuo qu : M1, Stic | |
| intro sample vocals from " American Pimp" | |
| So much shit goes on it makes me doubt about a God you know, makes me ask | |
| Well if there is a God then why am I in the situation that I' m in? | |
| Or why is my family going through certain situations | |
| When I don' t think that they deserve it nah mean? | |
| Or why do good people suffer so much and bad people prosper so much? | |
| lighter sparking | |
| Yo | |
| Goin out... we light this J up right here... for all the hard working folk | |
| Cross this country, cross the world | |
| For everybody on the grind everyday 9 to 5, 8 to 12 you know how we do it | |
| Hand to hand, whateva... | |
| Yo, yo.. | |
| Chorus singing | |
| I been working all my life but ain' t got nothin' to show | |
| I ain' t tellin' you nothing you don' t already know | |
| I been working all my life but ain' t got nothin' to show | |
| Like this world just don' t want us to groooow | |
| I been working all my life but ain' t got nothin' to show | |
| I ain' t tellin' you nothing you don' t already know | |
| I been working all my life but ain' t got nothin' to show | |
| Wanna run up in tha white house and kick in tha do' ohhhhh | |
| Verse 1 | |
| What a nigga gonna eat when the refrigerator empty? | |
| Work all week let the bossman pimp me? | |
| Can' t pay no rent till the 15th | |
| Landlord call the police to evict me | |
| Lookin for a job in the want ads | |
| Have you ever been to jail? Know they gone ask | |
| Ever took a piss test that you didn' t pass? | |
| In between jobs in the past? How you get cash? | |
| I done worked over hot ass stoves | |
| I done picked up trash off roads | |
| Winter time in the streets and the cold | |
| Many times had to sleep in my clothes on the flo' | |
| What you know bout bein' po' seein' most of yo kinfolk be on dope? | |
| Ain' t nobody in the hood got no hope in this fucked up system and that' s why we don' t vote | |
| Still payin niggaz 4. 25 How the fuck we supposed to survive? | |
| I' m close to the edge, government takin most of my bread | |
| In taxes might as well have this close to my head | |
| Make a nigga wanna wild out | |
| Runup in the white house with the gauge out, CLICK CLACK! | |
| GIMME MY SHIT BACK BEEYOTCH! | |
| Chorus | |
| Puttin' on my uniform, just a number on a W4 form.. | |
| Verse 2 | |
| See where I' m from it' s a few ways out | |
| Either rappin or sports either dope or the casket | |
| You can work to the bone but don' t put all yo eggs in one basket | |
| We don' t never get a piece of the pie | |
| Work 50 years, retire then die | |
| Stay po', rich folks is the criminal | |
| But you don' t wanna hear me tho' so | |
| Thank God it' s friday, ain' t it what we live fo'? | |
| Nigga gotta get up out the plantation | |
| Same job that my pop had before me | |
| Imma pass it down to my seed fucked up situation | |
| Make a nigga wanna wild out | |
| Runup in the white house with the gauge out, CLICK CLACK! | |
| GIMME MY SHIT BACK BEEYOTCH! | |
| Chorus | |
| My JOBeeee | |
| Is just like a plantation | |
| They owe meeee | |
| But got me fillin' out this application | |
| My JOBeeee | |
| Is just like a plantation | |
| They owe meeee | |
| And got me fillin' out this application | |
| song fades |
| zuò qǔ : M1, Stic | |
| intro sample vocals from " American Pimp" | |
| So much shit goes on it makes me doubt about a God you know, makes me ask | |
| Well if there is a God then why am I in the situation that I' m in? | |
| Or why is my family going through certain situations | |
| When I don' t think that they deserve it nah mean? | |
| Or why do good people suffer so much and bad people prosper so much? | |
| lighter sparking | |
| Yo | |
| Goin out... we light this J up right here... for all the hard working folk | |
| Cross this country, cross the world | |
| For everybody on the grind everyday 9 to 5, 8 to 12 you know how we do it | |
| Hand to hand, whateva... | |
| Yo, yo.. | |
| Chorus singing | |
| I been working all my life but ain' t got nothin' to show | |
| I ain' t tellin' you nothing you don' t already know | |
| I been working all my life but ain' t got nothin' to show | |
| Like this world just don' t want us to groooow | |
| I been working all my life but ain' t got nothin' to show | |
| I ain' t tellin' you nothing you don' t already know | |
| I been working all my life but ain' t got nothin' to show | |
| Wanna run up in tha white house and kick in tha do' ohhhhh | |
| Verse 1 | |
| What a nigga gonna eat when the refrigerator empty? | |
| Work all week let the bossman pimp me? | |
| Can' t pay no rent till the 15th | |
| Landlord call the police to evict me | |
| Lookin for a job in the want ads | |
| Have you ever been to jail? Know they gone ask | |
| Ever took a piss test that you didn' t pass? | |
| In between jobs in the past? How you get cash? | |
| I done worked over hot ass stoves | |
| I done picked up trash off roads | |
| Winter time in the streets and the cold | |
| Many times had to sleep in my clothes on the flo' | |
| What you know bout bein' po' seein' most of yo kinfolk be on dope? | |
| Ain' t nobody in the hood got no hope in this fucked up system and that' s why we don' t vote | |
| Still payin niggaz 4. 25 How the fuck we supposed to survive? | |
| I' m close to the edge, government takin most of my bread | |
| In taxes might as well have this close to my head | |
| Make a nigga wanna wild out | |
| Runup in the white house with the gauge out, CLICK CLACK! | |
| GIMME MY SHIT BACK BEEYOTCH! | |
| Chorus | |
| Puttin' on my uniform, just a number on a W4 form.. | |
| Verse 2 | |
| See where I' m from it' s a few ways out | |
| Either rappin or sports either dope or the casket | |
| You can work to the bone but don' t put all yo eggs in one basket | |
| We don' t never get a piece of the pie | |
| Work 50 years, retire then die | |
| Stay po', rich folks is the criminal | |
| But you don' t wanna hear me tho' so | |
| Thank God it' s friday, ain' t it what we live fo'? | |
| Nigga gotta get up out the plantation | |
| Same job that my pop had before me | |
| Imma pass it down to my seed fucked up situation | |
| Make a nigga wanna wild out | |
| Runup in the white house with the gauge out, CLICK CLACK! | |
| GIMME MY SHIT BACK BEEYOTCH! | |
| Chorus | |
| My JOBeeee | |
| Is just like a plantation | |
| They owe meeee | |
| But got me fillin' out this application | |
| My JOBeeee | |
| Is just like a plantation | |
| They owe meeee | |
| And got me fillin' out this application | |
| song fades |