Why Don't You Get A Job - Baka Boyz Remix

My friend's got a girlfriend and he hates that bitch
He tells me every day (boy, get a job)
He says, man, I really gotta lose my chick
In the worst kind of a way (boy, get a, get a job)

She sits on her ass he works his hands to the bone
To give her money every payday
But she wants more dinero just to stay at home
Well, my friend, you gotta say

My friend's got a girlfriend and he hates that bitch
(Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy get, get get a job)
My friend's got a boyfriend and she hates that dick
(Boy get, get get get a job)

I guess all this money, well, it isn't enough
To keep the bill colectors at bay
I guess all this money, well, it isn't enough
'Cause that girl's got expensive taste

My friend's got a boyfriend and she hates that dick
(Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy get, get get a job)
My friend's got a girlfriend and he hates that bitch
(Boy get, get get get a job) well

Well, I guess it ain't easy doing nothing at all, oh yeah
But, hey man, free ride's just don't come on along, every day

Got kick it with girls on my finger ring
Got kick it with girls on my finger ring
Got kick it with girls on my finger ring
Got kick it with girls on my finger ring

Got kick it with girls on my finger ring
Got kick it with girls on my finger ring
Got kick it with girls on my finger ring
Got kick it with girls on my finger ring

My friend's got a boyfriend and she hates that dick
She tells me every day, bitch
He watchs dinero just to stay at home
Well, my friend, you gotta say

Dick, bitch
Dick, bitch, bitch
Dick, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch
Dick, bitch
Dick, bitch, bitch
Dick, bitch, dick, bitch, dick, bitch



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Writer(s): Bryan Holland
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