County Line

Lyrics

[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