Can't you see what I need? Work on me baby Work on me baby I do it better when I'm under pressure Work on me baby Work on me baby Some boys are devils
rock too strong The short-winded say I rhyme to long So niggas told me, "Please let me go to the peasant" No, let me stop, chow, baby [Common] Baby, baby, baby! Kids call me
work We've got the right to love Yes we got the right Don't put the blame on me I won't tell you no lies Don't put the blame on me Got no time for compromise
short-winded say I rhyme to long So niggas told me, "Please let me go to the peasant" No, let me stop, chow, baby [Common] Baby, baby, baby! Kids call me
? Yeah, going ? they like you then they hate you, going ? Going ? sweeter and the simpler Who got the juice nigger ? ? nigger, work, work, work, work, work
be prayin I fall Tellin the feds, that I'm still cappin the raw Know all about the stash box on the floor of my Porshe Boy George-in it, livin the
lights, fuck Max on the latest routes Used to close my eyes try to fade it out Dumb niggas in the hood think I made it out Man that showed me just where they mental at And tell me
be workin' it Work it, work it, work it, work it, work it, work it, work It, work it. work it, ice, yea! c'mon and work it baby Work it, work it, work
on the tall blonde wooden benches in a grand station aglow with grace and then standing out on the platform and feeling the air on my face give back
of famous people from tha Bricks, baby Better do your homework and check it out, ya know? I love tha bricks yo, ya ask me on a nice day You can shine
' me Some look like they too old for me TVs hangin' appropriately [Milwaukee Black verse 3] Its major way baby, see I told you was gon' luv me When
be prayin' I fall Tellin' the feds, that I'm still cappin' the raw Know all about the stash box on the floor of my Porshe Boy George-in it, livin' the
famous people from tha bricks baby better do your homework and check it out, ya know. I love tha bricks yo, ya ask me on a nice day you can shine your
partner out west, yeah he front me them bricks(ha ha) How the hell you expect me to be drug free When George Bush aint never done shit for me Follow me
and I kept on But now you upset because your boys got stepped on If you were as smart as you claim to be And had beef muthafucker you should've came to me
fifty Go and ask fifty, hating ass nigga, sweeter than sibling Who got the juice nigga? Juice nigga, Juice nigga, Work, work, work, work, work.
