Work Song Lyrics
| Song | Work Song |
| Artist | Ray Brown |
| Album | Ray Brown With The All-Star Big Band |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ray Brown | |
| 作曲 : Ray Brown | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| They trying to build a prison for you and me to live in | |
| Increase drug laws while they lying to our children | |
| Jeezy tell the kids they should trap or die | |
| I'm gonna tell them what to do when they get trapped alive | |
| Minor drug offences get you numbers like slots | |
| Want you to snitch so they can hit the jackpot | |
| Rappers make it sound good [?] | |
| But they don't tell you bout the rock with the [?] | |
| The real Rick Ross sold work for the feds | |
| Used to get fronted work, my man wanted his bread | |
| Back in 2000 and niggas still poor | |
| Matter fact crack ain't even poppin' no more | |
| Now your best bet is ****ing with the trees | |
| Don't slang for what you want, slang for what you need | |
| A-Town niggas talking bout they flipping keys | |
| Detroit run Atlanta nigga ask Big Meech | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Niggas in my city always talking bout the bag | |
| Never sold crack, just the crack of their ass | |
| Flip more stones than a ****ing archaeologist | |
| Smart like scholarships to two colleges | |
| Skipped class had to quench my thirst | |
| Now i'm jumping fiends who ain't pay me on the first | |
| Rocks in my socks, jeans [?] | |
| Remember having dreams I ain't never coming home | |
| Lost in the streets can't find my way | |
| Hit [?] | |
| Getting paid while my ho's kiss J's | |
| Niggas in the streets know Brown don't play | |
| Competition snitchin', hood caught me pitchin' | |
| Now i'm in the Coney, cooking in the kitchen | |
| Year later back home no time | |
| Only thing I know is going back to the pot |
| zuo ci : Ray Brown | |
| zuo qu : Ray Brown | |
| Verse 1 | |
| They trying to build a prison for you and me to live in | |
| Increase drug laws while they lying to our children | |
| Jeezy tell the kids they should trap or die | |
| I' m gonna tell them what to do when they get trapped alive | |
| Minor drug offences get you numbers like slots | |
| Want you to snitch so they can hit the jackpot | |
| Rappers make it sound good? | |
| But they don' t tell you bout the rock with the? | |
| The real Rick Ross sold work for the feds | |
| Used to get fronted work, my man wanted his bread | |
| Back in 2000 and niggas still poor | |
| Matter fact crack ain' t even poppin' no more | |
| Now your best bet is ing with the trees | |
| Don' t slang for what you want, slang for what you need | |
| A-Town niggas talking bout they flipping keys | |
| Detroit run Atlanta nigga ask Big Meech | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Niggas in my city always talking bout the bag | |
| Never sold crack, just the crack of their ass | |
| Flip more stones than a ing archaeologist | |
| Smart like scholarships to two colleges | |
| Skipped class had to quench my thirst | |
| Now i' m jumping fiends who ain' t pay me on the first | |
| Rocks in my socks, jeans? | |
| Remember having dreams I ain' t never coming home | |
| Lost in the streets can' t find my way | |
| Hit? | |
| Getting paid while my ho' s kiss J' s | |
| Niggas in the streets know Brown don' t play | |
| Competition snitchin', hood caught me pitchin' | |
| Now i' m in the Coney, cooking in the kitchen | |
| Year later back home no time | |
| Only thing I know is going back to the pot |
| zuò cí : Ray Brown | |
| zuò qǔ : Ray Brown | |
| Verse 1 | |
| They trying to build a prison for you and me to live in | |
| Increase drug laws while they lying to our children | |
| Jeezy tell the kids they should trap or die | |
| I' m gonna tell them what to do when they get trapped alive | |
| Minor drug offences get you numbers like slots | |
| Want you to snitch so they can hit the jackpot | |
| Rappers make it sound good? | |
| But they don' t tell you bout the rock with the? | |
| The real Rick Ross sold work for the feds | |
| Used to get fronted work, my man wanted his bread | |
| Back in 2000 and niggas still poor | |
| Matter fact crack ain' t even poppin' no more | |
| Now your best bet is ing with the trees | |
| Don' t slang for what you want, slang for what you need | |
| A-Town niggas talking bout they flipping keys | |
| Detroit run Atlanta nigga ask Big Meech | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Niggas in my city always talking bout the bag | |
| Never sold crack, just the crack of their ass | |
| Flip more stones than a ing archaeologist | |
| Smart like scholarships to two colleges | |
| Skipped class had to quench my thirst | |
| Now i' m jumping fiends who ain' t pay me on the first | |
| Rocks in my socks, jeans? | |
| Remember having dreams I ain' t never coming home | |
| Lost in the streets can' t find my way | |
| Hit? | |
| Getting paid while my ho' s kiss J' s | |
| Niggas in the streets know Brown don' t play | |
| Competition snitchin', hood caught me pitchin' | |
| Now i' m in the Coney, cooking in the kitchen | |
| Year later back home no time | |
| Only thing I know is going back to the pot |
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