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The Coup

Genres: Hip-Hop

Lazymuthafucka Lyrics - The Coup

Now, when I go to bed it's almost time to wake up 

Tryin' not to go to jail, tryin' not to cake up 

And even when I serve soda it would be cold as fuck 

Chillin' in my sock, servin' ice for ten bucks 

 

And you'd be in the house, all warm and shit 

And ya ass got the sweater with the fire lit 

And whatever ya want, you ain't gotta lift a finger 

If ya wanna a glass of water, hit the maid on the ringer 

 

Got a job for you under this hot ass sun 

Tellin' me to hurry up and get some more shit done 

I be so tired when I spit all my word slur together 

Got so many calluses, my hands are like leather 

 

Watchin' MTV in yo big ass chair 

Tryin' out slang words while you combin' ya hair 

Ya productivity is wack, bring that box here fo-sheezy 

Go get some coffee, punch out before ya leave 

 

Got yo' feet up on the desk, noddin' off to sleep 

While I lift, push, pull, dig, sweat and sweep 

I could work hard all my life and in the end still suffer 

'Cause the world is controlled by you lazymuthafuckas 

 

Lazymuthafucka, lazymuthafucka 

You's a lazymuthafucka, lazymuthafucka 

 

Now, you dont wash ya ass, you got a personal bather 

If you roll out of bed it's like you doin' a favor 

You was born into paper and that behavior 

For a midnight snack, you have the bedroom catered 

 

You ain't never learned to drive or tie ya shoe 

I got my ear to the street and my eye on you 

You got a secretary to write down your thoughts 

On how to make us work hard and fatten up your vaults 

 

TV say if ya poor, you must be slow and shiftless 

But you pay 'em to say that, so we don't want it different 

Got a cook and a girl to bring the tray for you 

You're hearin' this 'cause somebody pushed play for you 

 

My head is poundin' now and my hands are shakin' 

To keep my eyelids open takes concentration 

I dont get no rest, it's just a stay alive hustle 

Making you stay rich without you moving a muscle 

 

You think of people as your tool, so when your dick salute 

You have a butler get the phone and call a prostitute 

And say your sex drives stronger than the engine of a trucker 

But shell have to be on top 'cause you a lazymuthafucka 

 

Lazymuthafucka, lazymuthafucka 

You's a lazymuthafucka, lazymuthafucka 

 

A hundred person house, there just to sanitize 

You know you don't give a fuck but they all despise you 

Millions over millions makin' shit for you to sell 

But police on alert, just in case we rebel 

 

But it's gon' happen captain, hope ya know that's why I'm rappin' 

Want the toasters start tappin' hands and gases start clappin' 

'Cause this whole system's waitin' for you to kick it in Paris 

Or roll through Hong Kong in a rich all carriage 

 

So when you spend a dollar that's ten seconds of my time 

And when ya spend a billion that's my life and that's a crime 

'Cause to me life is hard like a track that I'm reppin' on 

Callin' for the freedom of the backs that you steppin' on 

 

Later for the pull up ya boot strap fastened 

Hard work got me to the chiropractor 

But we can work hard to take back the bread and butter 

'Cause all these multi-millionaires is lazymuthafuckas 

 

Lazymuthafucka, lazymuthafucka 

You's a lazymuthafucka, lazymuthafucka 

 

Lazymuthafucka, lazymuthafucka 

You's a lazymuthafucka, lazymuthafucka 

 

Lazymuthafucka, lazymuthafucka 

You's a lazymuthafucka, lazymuthafucka 

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