close my eyes And brush it all away Last night the telephone kept yelling at me Everybody's got their thing Someday I'm gonna work it out So let me work it out
I been it And I don?t wanna be that fake?, but you can do it And imitators, yeah, speak it Oh Lord? whoever you are, yeah come out wherever you are
guess it's what is right, on southside [Chorus - 2x] [Z-Ro] Whoever would of thought that I would be this fam-ous Put in work until it hurt but keep pretending it
defend, like a guerilla, by any Means that I'd murder if I have to Heard my homie's working as an undercover Ready to kiss my cheek, and earn your silver pieces Could it
m a superstar Niggas in th past try t hold a nigga down But I put in my work and checked it checked it Now these niggas respect it Knowin I'm th wrong
it out, (we turn it out) The thugs is in the house, (we in duh house) We can't be stopped, and we turn it out, (out out out) [Wish] You know and I know
is the fire I breathe Love is a banquet on which we feed {Take me now baby here as I am Hold me close, try and understand I work all day out in the
're in my heart now Said, woman, take it slow It'll work itself out fine All we need is just a little patience Said, sugar, make it slow And we come together
it up, throw it up, take the world, blow it up Somebody slow it up, roll it up, smoke it up My own momma can't keep me from loc'n up One ear out the other
so don't play with my llello We won't stop for you bastards Must choose (?), chop it and bag it [Loucipher - Undercover Police Officer] Taking pictures
to catch a film and dinner stuck in a cinema or saving me from a car you'll suddenly realize and fall into my arms working you undercover, softly
Tell em what it do, yell it from the bottom, yell it from the roof boy Tell em what it do, holla from the bottom, yell it from the roof boy Tell em what it
snakes strike like a cobra The world's hot my son got not evidently It's elementary, they want us all gone eventually Trooping out of state for a plate
'm not worth it But I think we've come too far Girl you know (They don't like it, she is working it out) You're my main thing We'll make it work somehow
Chorus: Lyfe Jennings (ad-libbing)] It's my time (It's my time, yeah, oh) It's my time (I'm gonna shine, I'm gonna shine) It's my time [Verse 2:] Ain
Work. Cuz Undercover In Da Hood Diggin Up Dirt. Still Gettin Money Yeah Pockets On Swole Police Tryna Give Me 10 Years Without Wit Out Parole They Say Im Gettin Money But They Say It
work that, work that) Come get your money, girl, and (work that, work that) I really like the way you (work that, work that) Can I get you on the floor? (Work that, work
