[Phonte:] 

You know... I'm dedicate this back to the days 

where I was workin' in the Department store, youknowhatImsayin? 

Before this rap shit popped off and all that 

I was this lil' nigga workin' in the deparment store 

And you know workin' there 

You see all kinds of things all kinds of races 

You see they behavior, don't get offended at this track 

I'm an equal opportunity racist, I hate all ya'll 

From my man, Mick Boogie 



I'm retail's nightmare, young black and just don't 

give a fuck; I just want my discount, give it up 

Twenty percent off of all slacks and all clothes 

I just took this job just to spice up my wardrobe 

So I come in every morning and I'm walkin' a tight rope 

Smile at the management, wave at the white folks (Hi, Bob!) 

Gotta meet a quota, but I don't know how 

And all these broke motherfuckers just tellin' me the browsin' 

Till around eleven, that's when you see the soccer moms 

Spendin' they husband's money, that's how they roll up 

Got three little girls, steady fuckin' up my store 

And an eight year old, still ridin' in a stroller 

Around one, the Mexicans come in the store 

Coppin' all the shit that rocked five summers ago 

(Yeah, homes!) They gotta be the realest niggaz alive 

Buy 400 dollars woth of Nautica and pay for it in fives 

Around six or seven, that's when you see the blacks 

The girls wit' big booties that rock they work badges 

They walk through your store just to get to the food court 

They ain't buyin shit, homie, ain't no need to ask em' 

Around closin', that's when you see the Indians 

You thinkin' too yourself, they're "oh, so nice" 

Well the fact is, dog, you a nigga to them too 

They in there like (Excuse me, my friend, what is the price?) 

Nigga, the price says ten, so that means ten brother 

Don't try to talk me down, homie, this ain't Calcutta 

(What? I'd like to see the manager) Nigga I am the manager 

Don't make me act a fool for these motherfuckin' cameras 

They call me in the office like "I'm sorry Mr. Coleman" 

But your behavior is not befiting of this store 

So I say "I got my fall clothes already, today's my last day 

FUCK Y'ALLS 



That's just how it went down, man, I swear to god, yo 

And nigga, don't think the nigga didn't get the nice polos and shit 

Before he walked out, though, don't think he ain' get them 

Don't think he ain't get 20% off the fly timbs and shit 

Don't think he ain't get them, 20% wit' a 50% mark down, nigga 

For real, don't think he ain't get that, cuz he damn, sure got it 

I swear the god man, I hope this rap shit go on and on 

I hope it gone, cuz I swear I don't ever wanna go back to that shit no more 

I'm not lyin', I'm so sincere, I never wanna go back 

Cuz it's like all the jobs that I quit 

I know my managers is waitn' for me to come back 

Sayin, I know they waitin' to rub it in my face 

So if I came back, them motherfuckers would probably 

Be rappin' at me and shit, you know what I'm sayin 

All in my face and shit 

"Oh, can't stop, won't stop, nigga you back 

I thought you were rappin', what happened to that? 

Your album flopped, nigga, now your ass is back" 

You know what I'm sayin, you those white folks be, knamsayin? 

The comapny picnic, they want you to be they entertainment and shit 

"Oh, Phonte he raps, he doest the rap thing! 

Come on up here, do this rap for corporate!" 

FUCK, Y'ALL and FUCK corporate 

I ain't tapdancin' for you crackers! 

Fuck this shit! I hope this album sells 

Cuz I don't wanna go back to that 

Please but this album, GetBack, 2007 

Little Brother, Mick Boogie, Phontiga, oh!