[Intro]
Hey Coolio, I'm tellin' you homie, I can't be broke this summer
I'ma have to go get a job
Get a job? Yeah
Fool, you better go down to the county, better get you some GR
[Verse 1]
Seven in the mornin', standin' in the line
Three fools in the front of me, drinkin' on some wine
Two in the back of me, suckin' on a joint
And one in back of them - beggin' for a Newport
There's four or five suckers way, way in the back
Stooped down low in the crowd smokin' crack
They lookin' at me funny 'cause I got a record out
And a nigga with a record out supposed to have some clout
A fourth of the people in the line need help
But the other fourth of that haven't helped they'self
A fourth of the people haven't been fed
And all of the rest are fucked up in the head
A bald-headed stank bitch is about to make me laugh
And a nigga who need a bath is askin' for my autograph
Ain't nothin' changed, but the time
I got to get mine, so I'm standin' in the county line
[Chorus: Slick Rick & Duke Bootee]
This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
'Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey
[Verse 2]
I walked through the front door, fill out my app
Here comes another sap, askin' if I rap
I don't say a word 'cause he know that I do
I'm down with the mad ass, you know who
I take a number and a seat, I'm sweatin' from the heat
Somebody got their shoes off, I smell they feet
My number is 80, it's still on 20
I look up at the clock and now it's 10:30
Free butter and cheese, oh please, oh please
Can I get my food stamps so I can leave?
I got money and a car, but they don't know it
Now they ask a gang of questions 'cause I told them I was homeless
I'm livin' in a car out back in the alley
But I use to shack up with a hooker named Sally
Line after line, rough is the time
My life is in a bind so I'm standin' in the county line
[Chorus: Slick Rick & Duke Bootee]
This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
'Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey
[Verse 3]
I'm sittin' at a desk talkin' to a social worker
She thinks I'm a fool, but I know that I can jerk her
Punk ass hoe, sittin' behind the window, ol' toe-up-ass tramp
Runnin' that ol' weak shit, talkin' 'bout
"You have a penitentiary record"
I said I know that, BIATCH!
She wants to know what kind of work do I do
I said, "I haven't worked since 1982"
I can't find a job though I looked and I've looked
Took one hit of the crack and was hooked
She sittin' there, wonderin' when I'll get to the point
And the whole time I'm wishin' I can smoke me a joint
Job search worker project [?]
And in a few weeks I'll get my check
Now I got to wait for them to call me to the window
So I can get a voucher for the hotel and the bath show
It's 5:13 by the clock on the wall
Mom brought some change so I can make a phone call
Shit's getting harder than times in '29
That's why so many niggas is standin' in the county line
[Chorus: Slick Rick & Duke Bootee]
This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
'Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey
This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey
This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
'Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
