don't want to do anything Oh yeah, I'm going out to get a job I'm gonna rise up to the top I'm gonna make a million dollars A couple years have gone
t want to do anything. Oh yeah! I'm going out to get a job. I'm gonna rise up to the top. I'm gonna make a million dollars. A couple years have gone
Traduction: Home Grown. Get A Job.
want to do anything. Oh yeah! I'm going out to get a job. I'm gonna rise up to the top. I'm gonna make a million dollars. A couple years have gone by
get lost Better not set trip, fuck around get tossed I be a fool with that break them off Lay it down little daddy straight take them off Yeah I'm living a
or hear me, fear me When I'm in a zone of depression, gotta get a crib Gotta get a Lac, but I can't get a job But I really gotta get a weapon, then I
cream, to buy Ellene a dream house She no longer fiend out y'all, Outlawww [Napoleon] Another lonely ni**a with a 12-gage pump with a 12-hour rush to run and get
Police Dispatcher .. He's headed out a window The man with the bag is running like a son of a bitch We have people with bags running across, running
says "Made in Brazil" Where a woman, she slaved for sure Bringin' home thirty cents a day to a family of twelve, You know, that's a lot of money to her
When I get home from my job I turn on my T.V. But I can't keep my mind on the show When I lay down at night, oh I can't get no sleep So I turn on my radio
shit yo, I'm goin the fuck home World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road [Chorus] I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan Time for me to just
grow up and you go and O.D. They're gonna come for me and I'ma have to grow a goatee and get a disguise and hide, cause it'll be my fault So don't do
the world at our feet Sticky thin, how you?ve grown they said You?ll never fit in your long white dress When?s he going to try and get a job I?m thankful
Tobacco Road I'm gonna leave and get a job With the help and the grace from above Save some money, get rich I know Bring it back to Tobacco Road Bring Dynamite and a
