Business

Lyrics

When I fashion design, you should see my looks Hot dog water you can drink while it cooks How you trying to castle when you ain't got rooks? I can design posters, covers, and books I handle business Business Gotta work on waking up, couple cups of Folgers Get you up and ready, looking strong in the shoulders I match the blue and the green, tiny curls with rollers And if life's a video game, then your mind's controllers Get awesome, watch how your life can blossom A lot of activities, don't play dead like possums Pretend you're '87 at the plate like Dawson Gotta watch your back, just take caution Belt wеight, but take some time to combobulatе Don't talk about your ideas, I'd rather you demonstrate Listen to the people when you're going on dinner dates Cut out the lights, don't always stay up so late Business Just handle business I don't bowl with a spin, I kick the ad serve in Coulda made it to the pros, even swim in Girbauds I could fix elevators and the drains I can hoop and play ball, and I live [?] Played ball with Jesse Barfield, he made it to the Jays Mark Carreon for the Mets, I have no regrets Cause I shine like neon, home run to the mezzanine Knocked over the nachos, the pops and the ice creams These lessons are free of charge, like going to Menards You were given a gift card, to clean the seats inside your cars A shop vac for the basements and popcorn Some punk couldn't handle the water from the rainstorm And you let somebody eat all the kernels Beneath the front seat, said no in a heartbeat Shoulda come fed, after all, we're headed to a spread They're gonna have chicken, macaroni and some deviled eggs They're gonna have chops, you can test em if they're cooked right Don't make a big stink at someone's crib, you should be polite One time, I went to Bennigans, that's a different case Chops were over-cooked and I was paying for the stinking plate Spoke to the maître d' said I could have the meat for free Thought I impressed Julie, but she acted sorta sadly Said it's just Bennigans, coulda gone to a different place If I let you take me out again, I don't have time to waste Business [?] low on the post Pump fake and I pivot, spun round get the poke She handled business Coast to coast drop three When I shot I say glass Somebody else guard me Julie was right, always tripping over the small things That seat doesn't feel right, I think it needs some new springs I wonder, heat hot, I couldn't taste the spice in the wings A whole lot of other complaints can ruin the whole evening Whole conversation with the chef about seasoning So irritable, like a baby who's teething Smoke out the ears like Hawk Dawson's face bleeding That's more serious than how the restaurant feeding Or somebody says Shaq, casually reading Telling you, listen this passage is written pretty I read it on the bus, Western Ave in the city I earmarked the page, I got excited when I saved I didn't think you'd blow up and go into a rage Not business Just handle business Just handle business Business