[Boots]
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Now when I go to bed it's almost time to wake up
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Tryin' not to go to jail, tryin' not to cake up
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And even when I serve soda it would be cold as fuck
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Chillin' in my sock, servin' ice for ten bucks
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And you'd be in the house, all warm and shit
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And ya ass got the sweater with the fire lit
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And whatever ya want you ain't gotta lift a finger
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If ya wanna a glass of water hit the maid on the ringer
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Got a job for you under this hot ass sun
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Tellin' me to hurry up and get some more shit done
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I be so tired when I spit all my word slur together
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Got so many calluses my hands are like leather
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Watchin' MTV in yo big ass chair
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Tryin' out slang words while you combin' ya hair
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Ya productivity is wack bring that box here fo-sheezy
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Go get some coffee punch out before ya leave
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Got cho' feet up on the desk noddin' off to sleep
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While I lift, push, pull, dig, sweat, and sweep
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I could work hard all my life and in the end still suffer
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Cause the world is controlled by you lazy motherfuckers
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[Chorus]
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Lazy motherfucker, lazy mother-fucker
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You's a lazy motherfucker, lazy mother-fucker
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[Boots]
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Now you don¡¯t wash ya ass, you got a personal bather
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If you roll out of bed it's like you doin' a favor
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You was born into paper and that behavior
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For a midnight snack, you have the bedroom catered
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You ain't never learned to drive or tie ya shoe
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I got my ear to the street and my eye on you
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You got a secretary to write down your thoughts
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On how to make us work hard and fatten up your vaults
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TV say if ya poor, you must be slow and shiftless
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But you pay em' to say that so we don't want it different
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Got a cook and a girl to bring the tray for you
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You're hearin' this cause somebody pushed play for you
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My head is poundin' now and my hands are shakin'
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To keep my eyelids open takes concentration
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I don¡¯t get no rest it's just a stay alive hustle
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Making you stay rich without you moving a muscle
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You think of people as your tool
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So when your dick salute
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You have a butler get the phone and call a prostitute
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And say your sex drive¡¯s stronger than the engine of a trucker
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But she¡¯ll have to be on top cause you a lazy motherfucker
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[Chorus]
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[Boots]
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A hundred person house there just to sanitize
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You know you don't give a fuck but they all despise you
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Millions over millions makin' shit for you to sell
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But police on alert just in case we rebel
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But it's gon' happen captain, hope ya know that's why I'm rappin'
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Want the toasters start tappin' hands and gases start clappin'
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Cause this whole system's waitin' for you to kick it in Paris
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Or roll through Hong Kong in a rich all carriage
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So when you spend a dollat that's ten seconds of my time
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And when ya spend a billion that's my life and that's a crime
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Cause to me life is hard like a track that I'm reppin' on
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Callin' for the freedom of the backs that you steppin' on
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Later for the pull up ya boot strap fastened
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Hard work got me to the chiropractor
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But we can work hard to take back the bread and butter
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Cause all these multi-millionaires is lazy motherfuckers
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[Chorus repeated to end]
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Lazymuthafucka
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The Coup |