County Line

All right, Coolio, I'm tellin' you, I might have to go get a job

Get a job

Yeah

Fool, you gotta go down to the country line and get you some J-O

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, begging for a Newport

There's four, five suckers way, way in the back

Stooped down low in the crowd smokin' crack

They looking at me funny cause I got a record out

And a **** with a record out is supposed to have some clout

A fourth of the people in the line need help

But the other fourth of that haven't helped theyself

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 **** 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

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 car in this land of milk and honey

I walked through the front door, fill out my app

Here comes another sap asking if I rap

I don't say a word cause he know that I do

I'm down with the mad ass who-know-who

I take a number and a seat, I'm sweating from the heat

Somebody got their shoes off, I smell they feet

My number is eighty, it's still on twenty

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 ask a gang of questions cause 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, rough is the time

My life is in a bind so I'm standing in the county line

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 car in this land of milk and honey

I'm sittin' at a desk talking to a social worker

She thinks I'm a fool but I know that I can jerk her

Punk-ass ho sittin' behind the window all toe up ass tramp

Runnin' that old weak shit talking 'bout

"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've looked

Took one hit of the crack and was hooked

She sittin' there wondering when I'll get the point

And the whole time I'm wishing I can smoke me a joint

Job search worker project fat-necks

And in a few weeks I'd get my check

Now I got to wait for them to call me through the window

So I can get a voucher for the hotel and the bathshow

It's 5:13 by the clock on the wall

Bum for some change so I can make a phonecall

Shit's getting nutty and times is twentynine

That why so many **** just standing in the county line

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 car in this land of milk and honey

This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh

You got to have a car in this land of milk and honey

This-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