Prince Paul

Prince Paul - Job Das What Dey Is lyrics

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Scully B: Yo w'shup  man?
 Bimos: Yo  you gotta let 'em know where that Scully B is!
 Scully B: I 'unno  man  but you know they be all just BITIN'  MAN!!

 Scully B:
 J.O.B.  tryin' to make green
 Peoples always ask me what the hell does that mean?
 J is for the jerks around the way
 Who be standin' on the corner almost every single day
 O is for the others who can't understand
 How gettin' a job can improve a man
 B's for the bitch that lets you knock it
 But only if you got that cash in your pocket
 She lets you rock her 'till the break o' dawn
 And then skip town when the cash is gone

 Bimos: Aw yeah, Scully B got head!
 Scully B: Yeah, you know what I'm sayin' man, DAS what dey is!

 Scully B:
 Step into this jam, damn, lookin' nice
 Jealous sucka punks thinkin' what a life
 Well, since this is life and nothing comes free
 It's all about makin' that cash money
 Grabbin' on my clothes, girls screamin' my name
 Well I guess that's just the price of fame
 This bum asked for change, (Yo, can I get some change, man?) lookin' kinda rugged
 It's not that I fronted, but I only carry 100's
 Bump into this girl I ain't seen for a while
 The girl flips out and starts actin' wild
 Now things like that I won't allow
 'Cause girls like that cold cramp my style

 Bimos: Yo, she played you like that? Daaaamn! Yo, I woulda kicked her in the neck!
 Scully B: Oh. Is that what you did?

 Jason X:
 Drivin' in my Z down the avenue
 Gangsta lean to the side and a 40 of brew
 Hit my breaks (screeeech!), who could it be?
 Some nice round thighs and a big boo-ty
 I said "Baby, baby, I know what you like -
 Turn that butt around and I'll ride you like a bike."
 She said "Yeah, man, I know what you mean ... "
 Then she pulled down those designer jeans
 'Cause I'm the type of brother that just don't play
 I waxed that butt from March till May
 And just in case I get an overdose
 I pass it on to my man Bimos

 Scully B:
 Stopped at the light on Atlantic Avenue
 Aw, damn! Here comes that Squeegee crew!
 Brothers on the car like rats on cheese
 Get off my car, niggas, won't you please?
 Stopped at the station to get me some gas
 And here comes a girl with a great big ass
 The closer she got, the more I knew
 I had to take her to the crib and do the dew
 Ran in the store to get me some brew
 A 3-pack of condoms and a Charleston Chew
 Back to the crib, didn't play no games
 Had the fly girl screamin' my name (SCULLY!!)
 Finally realized the girl was a whore
 Put my foot in her ass, she asked me for some more

 Bimos: Oh, is DAT what she is?
 Scully B: (giggling
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: WordSound Recordings

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Released in: 1996

Language: English

Appearing on: Psychoanalysis (What Is It?) (1996)

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