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Journey - Work lyrics
[Talking]
 Nigga wanna hustle
 Nigga wanna sell dope where we grow up nigga
 Ride with me and learn something nigga
 If not - stay away my playground nigga
 Yeah! - this shit right here is for real hustle niggas
 Real street niggas - y'all follow me
 Squared niggas - kick back and listen how is shit really go
 Uh!
 [Verse One]
 Cabbage work hoes goes spoke and pistols
 Last in getting away hearin whistles
 Scopin down map gestural back full of chips
 A hot ass scraps ski mask and two in the clips
 Scoop on 'em motophone let 'em know it's on
 I pack use 'em draws homeboy - nigga we goners
 Beep on 'em Mexican though - we won't work
 No Baking Soda slides twenty on 'em for the dirt
 Got 'em - strap on 'em my shell with ducktapes
 See nervous - while the Greyhouse escpae across Interstate
 Jumpin up in the friendly scotia down chicken weight
 For the work show up - and really do - be straight
 They pull up bread all the lookin flawless us a show dog
 Twenty bird and rally car like she a mother law
 Damn! - she'll need no duck the law
 Bitch got us switch walkin with the work like motherfuck the law
 [Hook]
 That's the shit nigga ball fo'
 How they dope that they wall fo'
 Jumpin on ' em hoes
 They floss the hoes
 We carry choppers stole us on homies with calicos
 With the funk kick - wishin y'all holy copy with those
 Banged out, thanged out - everybody hangin' out
 Whole crews anybody sayin we bust used
 Go back - blast the gas about to shootin' us
 For cabbage work hoes and hundred fo's
 [Verse Two]
 Now in the N and N.Y. talkin' to why dies with the bitch
 And some load ki's me insider
 It's now and never - turn back why should we
 Let's turn this bitch upside down (how could we)
 First to be unnoticed - I don't trust that bitch
 She fine - but she mixed with rat the lil snitch
 I don't feel right I know crass bustin bust pipe
 And the fed I had up on punk ass snitch all night
 Where we better do - is send that bitch to the ?
 Take the ki's to the rally car and get that bitch the cap
 She go be mad about it cause she getting cut out
 But just let it know her job is done (bitch butt out)Journey - Work - http://motolyrics.com/journey/work-lyrics.html
 Why we here for? - (nigga we here paper chasin')
 Okay then - well let's made this put reservatoins
 Bust - train or even train station
 If you got motophone we can start this operation
 [Hook]
 That's the shit nigga ball fo'
 How they dope that they wall fo'
 Jumpin on 'em hoes
 They floss the hoes
 We carry choppers stole us on homies with calicos
 With funk kick wishin' y'all holy copy with those
 Banged out, thanged out - everybody hangin' out
 Whole crews anybody sayin' we bust used
 Go back - blast the gas about to shootin' us
 For cabbage work hoes and hundred hoes
 [Verse Three]
 Now I'm the KING OF ROCK - for my work
 One time shoot the block I did my sack about the dirt
 Like a dream team - both feams tryin' around me like impressed
 Takin' fifth G horse and spork the dope 'port
 Like a hell is seen hot for shit - I ain't trippin'
 Got folks in the bushes with the chop chop - so I ain't slippin'
 None of these out of town C's and Beems
 Niggas playin 'em gueens street they never seen the pontrees
 Hobbed on the plane - I'm back on stinky greens
 And Inglewood floss and faded the whole scene
 1-0 back Ol' T - dope grindin'
 Fresh gear, big wheels, jewels shinnin'
 So I hit Shall Sunday - watchin' with low-low's hot
 Me and my N.O. partners - on the strippin' new drops
 Bentleys, Warreys, Benzes, Hummers
 With none full of fall for the next twenty Summers
 [Hook]
 That's the shit nigga ball fo'
 How they dope that they wall fo'
 Jumpin on 'em hoes
 They floss the hoes
 We carry choppers stole us on homies with calicos
 With the funk kick wishin' y'all holy copy with those
 Banged out, thanged out - everybody hangin' out
 Whole crews anybody sayin' we bust used
 Go back - blast the gas about to shootin' us
 For cabbage work hoes and hundred fo's
 [Mack 10 {talking}]
 And there you have it - that's how it go
 From top to bottom - half heart, half money nigga
 Oh - don't get it fucked up
 I still got money for my first trip out of town
 Haha!... you dig!








