(feat. Raphael Saadiq)



[Intro - Big V]

I like that, Saadiq you a fool man

Come out to the West Coast more often

Aww it sounds good, ooooh

What was you talkin about? Yeah



[Chorus 2x - Raphael Saadiq]

I got to leeeave here this mornin, ah

I got to go to work, I got to go to work

Cause I got a job to do, I got a job to do



[Skinny Deville]

I'm up early in the mornin 'fore the rooster gets to yawnin

Last night The House of Blues was jumpin, Nappy Roots was on it

Good God almighty, drank too much, I'm bout to throw up

Grandma got me hollerin damn (?)

It's 6:30 live and callin, tellin Prophet roll up

It's a trip to Sunset Strip and not we off to Oakland

Cal-i-forn-i-a got me caught up in the moment

I be back in like a couple of days is what I told my woman



[Scales]

Yo aight

Take me a second to breathe and let stress go

Walk out, grab my paper and wave next do'

Take me a shower, get dressed and do a quick pass

Say me a prayer 'fore I leave so I can get back

It's easy like Sunday mornings with a six pack

Monday I'm back on the road and I respect that

Gotta go break a little bread for some improvements

Gotta go share with the world this new movement

I'm gone



[Chorus]



[B. Stille]

(Whoooo!) That's what it felt like

Gut tight, last night, barely slept right

Just couldn't wait to get up this mornin

Hugged the kids, kissed my woman

I love performin, she hate the tourin

But daddy gotta go make that money, baby

Pray for me while I'm away and when I get paid

We can get carried away, is that ok? Baby



[Ron Clutch]

I told you how I made a dollar, out a dime and a nickel

Blue collar, gotta grind on instrumentals

See my, pencil and pad has me punchin the clock

I put in, time and a half, skip lunch, I can't stop

I gotta start somethin

Started with nothin but hard at some hustlin

Girl, I'm gettin sick and tired of fussin

I'm sorry, theres hardly enough time for lovin

But baby you know the time is comin (yeah)



[Chorus]



[Big V]

One drink at the bar, led to the dance flo'

She was lookin at me, dancin so G, names no need

Felt the way that I was feelin

Waffle house immediately, now we at the house chillin

Back rub, I was tense, y'all know where it went

Patio in the rain, car hood, the kitchen sink

Layin in the bed now, pillow talk all night

Gotta hit the studio, I'll be back tomorrow night



[R. Prophet]

How many ladies in the mornin wake up lonely?

Love rough sex, baby screamin, "Put it on me"

But when your man ain't around you call his homie

How many times I gotta be him nigga? Owe me

I follow my lines and take your panties off slowly

Makin it hot like Cash Money flashin Roleys

You tell me to stop but I'm rockin, steady growin

If your man knock I'm on the job and not goin



[Chorus 4x]