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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Robby Pardlo
Robby Pardlo
Vocals
Ryan Toby
Ryan Toby
Vocals
Claudette Ortiz
Claudette Ortiz
Vocals
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robby Pardlo
Robby Pardlo
Songwriter
Ryan Toby
Ryan Toby
Songwriter
Brian Bailey
Brian Bailey
Songwriter
Andre Romell Young
Andre Romell Young
Songwriter
Calvin Broadus
Calvin Broadus
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wyclef Jean
Wyclef Jean
Producer
Robby Pardlo
Robby Pardlo
Producer
Ryan Toby
Ryan Toby
Producer
Serge Tsai
Serge Tsai
Mixing Engineer
Jerry Duplessis
Jerry Duplessis
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Boys and girls, wanna hear a true story?
Saturday night, was at this real wild party
They had the liquor overflowing the cup
About five or six strippers tryna work for a buck
And I took one girl outside with me
Her name was Lonni, she went to junior high with me
I said, "Why you up in there, dancin' for cash?
I guess a whole lot's changed since I seen you last"
She said
[Chorus]
What would you do if your son was at home
Crying all alone on the bedroom floor
'Cause he's hungry
And the only way to feed him is to
Sleep with a man for a little bit of money
And his daddy's gone
Somewhere smokin' rock now, in and out of lockdown
I ain't got a job now
So for you, this is just a good time
But for me, this is what I call life
[Verse 2]
Girl, you ain't the only one with a baby
That's no excuse to be living all crazy
Then she looked me right square in the eye
And said, "Every day, I wake up hopin' to die"
She said, "****, I know about pain 'cause
Me and my sister ran away
So my daddy couldn't rape us
Before I was a teenager
I been through more shit you can't even relate to"
[Chorus]
What would you do if your son was at home
Crying all alone on the bedroom floor
'Cause he's hungry
And the only way to feed him is to
Sleep with a man for a little bit of money
And his daddy's gone
Somewhere smokin' rock now, in and out of lockdown
I ain't got a job now
So for you, this is just a good time
But for me, this is what I call life
Yo, wait, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, stop the record, yo
Stop the record
Yo, shorty, you ain't gotta be going out
Like this, man
[Bridge]
Hold up!
What would you do?
Get up on my feet and let go of every excuse
What would you do?
'Cause I wouldn't want my baby
To go through what I went through
Come on, what would you do?
Get up on my feet and stop making tired excuses
What would you do?
Girl, I know if my mother can do it
Baby, you can do it
[Chorus]
What would you do if your son was at home
Crying all alone on the bedroom floor
'Cause he's hungry
And the only way to feed him is to
Sleep with a man for a little bit of money
And his daddy's gone
Somewhere smokin' rock now, in and out of lockdown
I ain't got a job now
So for you, this is just a good time, but for me, this is what I call life
[Chorus]
What would you do if your son was at home
Crying all alone on the bedroom floor
'Cause he's hungry
And the only way to feed him is to
Sleep with a man for a little bit of money
And his daddy's gone
Somewhere smokin' rock now, in and out of lockdown
I ain't got a job now
So for you, this is just a good time
But for me, this is what I call life
Come on
[Chorus]
What would you do if your son was at home
Crying all alone on the bedroom floor
'Cause he's hungry
And the only way to feed him is to
Sleep with a man for a little bit of money
And his daddy's gone
Somewhere smokin' rock now, in and out of lockdown
I ain't got a job now
So for you, this is just a good time
But for me, this is what I call life, mmm
Written by: Andre Romell Young, Brian Bailey, Calvin Broadus, David Axelrod, Melvin Charles Bradford, Robby Pardlo, Robert S Pardlo, Ryan Toby
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