| Laid off one year today
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| They won’t take my resumé
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| So kiss my ass motherfucker, you gonna pay
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| (Kiss my ass motherfucker)
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| I’ll get a big backyard, sippin' on champagne
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| Or a gravel yard with a number for my name
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| You can blame the government or blame the economy
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| Some of the fault even belongs on me, probably
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| But I don’t give a damn at this point
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| I don’t wanna see a single motherfucker move in this joint
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| Have a seat, place both hands under your feet
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| You may not get blasted, but you can get beat
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| Please mister teller-man, don’t even try that
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| I know all of your tricks: skip the stack with the dye-pack
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| D, tie that guard up: I don’t like how he movin' his arms
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| If he goes for the alarm, he’s gettin' harmed
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| Take me to the safe deposit boxes in the vault
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| I’m takin' two hostages in case we get caught
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| Miss manager, yeah you, and bring along the redhead
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| Any wrong moves and both of y’all get left dead
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| The rest of y’all hit the deck, faces on the ground
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| Cuz if I hear a sound everybody feels the pound
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| There you go!
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| Laid off one year today
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| They won’t take my resumé
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| So kiss my ass motherfucker, you gonna pay
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| I’ll get a big backyard, sippin' on champagne
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| Or a gravel yard with a number for my name
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| Hand me the cash, hand me the dough
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| Ready yourself right now, fool, act like you know
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| Make with the scratch, man, this thing ain’t for show
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| It’s a ticking time-bomb and it’s about to take a blow
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| Hey, keep your hand in my line of sight
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| I don’t think you really wanna die up in this thing tonight
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| You, empty your pockets. |
| You, lose the shoes
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| You don’t wanna see this thing here do what it do
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| Cuz if you do, you’ll end up with more than a bruise
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| You’ll end up on the list of the deceased in the news
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| See my man here just told y’all to give us the loot
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| If I catch wind of any pigs in pursuit
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| Then one of these hostages is gonna catch a bad one
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| I’m already desperate; |
| you don’t wanna see me mad, son
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| This ain’t a movie, but it’s time for some action
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| Put it in the bag and hit the deck before I blast one
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| Laid off one year today
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| They won’t take my resumé
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| So kiss my ass motherfucker, you gonna pay
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| (Kiss my ass motherfucker)
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| I’ll get a big backyard, sippin' on champagne
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| Or a gravel yard with a number for my name
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| Or a gravel yard with a number for my name |