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Coolio It Takes A Thief County Line Seven in the morning, standing in the line Three fools in front of me, drinking on some wine Two in the back of me sucking on a joint And one in back of them ready for a new sport There's 4-5 suckers way way in the back Stooped down low with the crowd smokin' crack They looking at me funny coz i got a record out And a nigga with a record out is supposed to have some proud A forth of the people in the line be hookers But the other forth betta ask help themself A forth of the people having good faith And all of the rest all fucked up in the head A bald headed stank bitch is about to make me laugh And a nigga who need a bath is asking for my autograph Ain't nothing changed but the time I got to get mine, so i'm standing in the county line Chorus: This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh Coz 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 the conned, and let'n them looking funny Verse 2: I walked through the front door to fill out my ap Here comes another sap asking if i rap I don't say a word coz he know that i do I'm down with the maad ass u know hoo! I take a numer and a seat I'm sweating from the heat Somebody got their shoes off I smell their feet My number is 80, it's still on 20 I look up at the clock and now is 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 really know it Now they asking me a gang of questions coz i told them i was homeless I'm living in a car drive back in the alley But i use to shack up with a hooker named sally Line after line Ruff is the time My life is in a bomb so i'm standing in the county line -=chorus=- Verse 3: I'm sittin' at a desk talking to a social worker She thinks i'm a fool but i know that i can work her -punk ass ho' sittin' behind the window all toe up ass tramp Rollin' that week sheets of mine "you have a penetentry record" -i said i know that biatch! She wants to know what kind a work do i do I said i haven't worked since 1982 I can't find a job though i looked and i looked Took one hit of the crack and mistook She sittin there wonderin' what did coz i did And the whole time i'ma watchin like i'm smokin me a joint Job search work the projects whackness And in a few weeks i'd get my check Now i got to wait for them to call me trough the window So i can get some cash to pay for the hotel and the bathshow It's 5:13 by the clock on the wall Mothafuckez move so i can make a phonecall Shit is getting late and the time is 29 That why so many niggas standing in the county line -=chorus x 2 fade out=- |
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