Uh, Oh! I got laid off again
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The unemployment line is lookin’ like my best friend
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And when I get a job, I gotta be a temp
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Again with no chance of ever going permanent
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I got a boss for every project that I do
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Lost count after the number hit 22
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I gotta put in overtime every single weekend
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Just another week that the V can’t sleep in
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Hit the alarm and go-go back to sleep
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Late to work just about every other week
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The Dow keeps droppin. I’m losin’ all my savings
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The economy sucks and the V keeps slaving
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But I still can’t make the deadline
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Hope I don’t have to wait up in a breadline
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See a fine woman and I wink at her in passin’
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Oh, No! I’m canned for sexual harrassment
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Uh, Oh! Uh, Oh! Uh, Oh! Oh, No!
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Uh, Oh! Uh, Oh! Uh, Oh! Oh, No!
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Uh, Oh! For the fans to show me love
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I gotta be a gangster, goon or a thug.
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Goin’ at the game with intelligent tact,
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And I’m stereotyped into Alternative Rap?
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But I’m so hood so I flaunt my cash
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Sheet, prolly ‘end up getting’ my rope snatched
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If I wanna show that the V’s a fly prospect
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I gotta treat women like a bitch or an object.
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Just got a deal so I got a lotta funds.
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And waste it all on Bentley’s rollin’ on dubs.
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If I wanna go far, I gotta act hard?
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Roll deep with a fake posse & bodyguard?
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Talkin’ can I get a witness?
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Cuz the paparazzi’s all up in my business
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But I need the buzz so I can get some street cred
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So I cop a grill & a mother fuck-it attitude
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The hood’s the farthest thing from my latitude
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And I’ll mimic any rapper out ? doesn’t matter who
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Stickin’ to the script, cuz makin’ hits is the formula.
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Oh, No! Respectability, I’m ignorin’ ‘ya.
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Uh, Oh! Uh, Oh! Uh, Oh! Oh, No!
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Uh, Oh! Uh, Oh! Uh, Oh! Oh, No!
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I wanna hear some praise leave the women in a daze
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Have plenty fans for days, but I all I get instead is
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“Yo, you’re music’s cool but your way over the hill
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To be kickin’ lyrics so just hang it up and chill”
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Damn! That sucks so I’m searchin’ for a skeezer
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Just met this girl, but I’ll do anything to please her
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Rappin’ out my ass and I really need a breather
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I’ve been down and out since the 1st Leave it to Beaver
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Nah, I’m cool so I go out on a blind date
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My date’s lookin’ worse than thizz face-screwface
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But it’s been a while so I do like Ludacris
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Have just one more drink and now I’m up all on this chick
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I’d knock it out the park but I left my bat at home
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Thinkin’ I’d be smoother if I order some Patron
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Get so drunk I’m gettin’ drug out by a medic
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Other dudes are clean. I’m more like hypoallergenic.
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There it is. Just another day in the life and times of the V.
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Livin’ like a king in this land of milk and honey.
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Nah, I’m livin’ life without bling in this land of silk and money.
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Shee!
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Oh, No!
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| Scrilla Vic |
