Low Income Feat Beast And 718 Crew lyrics

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To my people who dont wana go to work, thank god it`s Friday!
Cover me, she bout to put up her skirt. Thank god it`s Friday!
Do your Mom no you act so bizerk. Thank god it`s Friday!
What`s the drive, what`s the drive. Girl!
She don`t wana, she don`t wna work on Monday!

I wana thank my Mom!!!

For making me a star, before a had fast cars.
And coulden`t tell the difference between whoppers and Caviars.
Before the fame, way before things changed.
All I wanted to do was freestyle and get a name.
I used to work at the fast-food resturant for minimum wage.
Dreaming I`m on stage.
At 17 I left the house coz my Father was a Minister and I was on da Marvin grout!
Wot going on, today to sell a song, you need a video with soft porn!
MC`s in the industry, you wana tip, don`t let them pimp you like Goldie!
And tell Sony they beta have my money coz I play with the Commadors.
Lay me like Linonell Richie.
Go and Come.
I stay so hungry that if 50 cent came to rob me he`d be part of my charity.

I wana thank me Mom!

Yo, to my people cuttin here in da shops, thank god it`s Friday!
To the thuggs swearin up in the chop-shop.
Yo, it`s Friday!
To my people that don`t got no jobs everyday it`s Friday!
What`s the drive, what`s the drive. Girl!
She don`t wana, she don`t wana work on Monday!

All the ladys say:
I don`t feel like cookin` you no breakfast this mornin`

All my hoodlums say:
Well you don`t have to cook me breakfast coz your girlfriend will after you leave.

I wana thank my Mom!

For the love of money.
I know kids who slit their throats.
Friday the 13th, Jason with the trench coat!
But you can`t scan Suzzie coz da mans got so many oozies you`d think he were gona die for the mean time.
she`s gettin her nails done. Crystal clear so they can shine with her diamonds.
It`s such a shame what happened last week,
Man, they found 100 odd sheets with the lead from the underground.
He said to tell New York I aint sleepin, yyou goin be clubbin beta pack you heat then.
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Inhale, exhale, smoke groundage.
Police in da every but there aint need to panic.
you were Wyclef you`d get a name.
If not we gon make CNN.

I wana thank my Mom!

To all my people who don`t wana go to work, thank god it`s Friday!
Cover me, she bout to put up her skirt, thank god it`s Friday!
Do your Mom no you act so bizerk.
Thank god it`s Friday!
What`s the drive, what`s the drive. Girl!
She don`t wana, she don`t wana work on Monday!

Yo, to my people cuttin it here in the shops, thank god it`s Friday!
to the thuggs swearin up in the chop-shops.
Yo, it`s Friday!
To my people that don`t got no job, everyday it`s Friday!
What`s the drive, what`s the drive. Girl!
She don`t wana, she don`t wana work on Monday!

All the ladys sing:
I don`t feel like cookin you no breakfast this mornin`

All my hoodlums say:
Well you don`t have to cook me breaakfast coz your girlfriend will after you leave!

Daddy play that guitar!

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