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Seven in the morning, standing in the line |
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Three fools in front of me, drinking on some wine |
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Two in the back of me sucking on a joint |
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And one in back of them ready for a new sport |
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There's four, five suckers way way in the back |
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Stooped down low with the crowd smoking crack |
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They looking at me funny 'coz |
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I got a record out |
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And a nigga with a record out is supposed to have some proud |
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A forth of the people in the line be hookers |
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But the other forth betta ask help themself |
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A forth of the people having good faith |
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And all of the rest all fucked up in the head |
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A bald headed stank bitch is about to make me laugh |
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And a nigga who need a bath is asking for my autograph |
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Ain't nothing changed but the time |
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I got to get mine, so |
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I'm standing in the county line |
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This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh' |
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Coz it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny |
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This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh |
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You got to have the conned and let them looking funny |
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I walked through the front door to fill out my ap |
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Here comes another sap asking if |
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I rapI don't say a word 'coz he know that |
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I doI'm down with the mad ass you know hoo |
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I take a numer and a seat |
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I'm sweating from the heat |
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Somebody got their shoes off |
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I smell their feet |
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My number is 80, it's still on 20 |
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I look up at the clock and now is 10:30 |
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Free butter and cheese oh please, oh please |
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Can I get my food stamps so |
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I can leave |
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I got money and a car but they don't really know it |
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Now they asking me a gang of questions' |
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Coz I told them |
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I was homeless |
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I'm living in a car drive back in the alley |
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But I use to shack up with a hooker named |
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SallyLine after line |
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Ruff is the time |
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My life is in a bomb so |
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I'm standing in the county line |
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This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh' |
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Coz it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny |
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This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh |
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You got to have the conned and let them looking funny |
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I'm sitting at a desk talking to a social worker |
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She thinks |
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I'm a fool but |
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I know that |
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I can work her |
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Punk ass ho' sitting behind the window all toe up ass tramp |
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Rolling that week sheets of mine |
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You have a penetentry record |
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I said, "I know that bitch" |
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She wants to know what kind a work do |
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I doI said, ' |
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I haven't worked since 1982 |
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I can't find a job though |
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I looked and |
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I lookedTook one hit of the crack and mistook |
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She sitting there wondering what did 'coz |
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I didAnd the whole time |
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I'ma watching like |
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I'm smoking me a joint |
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Job search work the projects whackness |
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And in a few weeks |
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I'd get my check |
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Now I got to wait for them to call me trough the window |
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So I can get some cash to pay for the hotel and the bathshow |
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It's 5:13 by the clock on the wall |
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Mothafuckez move so |
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I can make a phonecall |
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Shit is getting late and the time is 29 |
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That why so many niggas standing in the county line |
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This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh' |
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Coz it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny |
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This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh |
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You got to have the conned and let them looking funny |
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You got to have the conned and let them looking funny |
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This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh' |
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Coz it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny |
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This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh |