County Line

Hey Coolio, I'm tellin' you homie, I can't be broke this summer

I'ma have to go get a job

Get a job?

Yeah

Fool, you better go down to the county, better get you some GR

Seven in the mornin', standin' in the line

Three fools in the front of me, drinkin' on some wine

Two in the back of me, suckin' on a joint

And one in back of them - beggin' for a Newport

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

Stooped down low in the crowd smokin' crack

They lookin' at me funny 'cause I got a record out

And a nigga with a record out supposed to have some clout

A fourth of the people in the line need help

But the other fourth of that haven't helped they'self

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 nigga who need a bath is askin' for my autograph

Ain't nothin' changed, but the time

I got to get mine, so I'm standin' 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 con in this land of milk and honey[Verse 2]

I walked through the front door, fill out my app

Here comes another sap, askin' if I rap

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

I'm down with the mad ass, you know who

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

Somebody got their shoes off, I smell they feet

My number is 80, it's still on 20

I look up at the clock and now it's 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 know it

Now they ask a gang of questions 'cause I told them I was homeless

I'm livin' in a car out 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 standin' 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 con in this land of milk and honey

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

She thinks I'm a fool, but I know that I can jerk herPunk ass hoe, sittin' behind the window, ol' toe-up-ass tramp

Runnin' that ol' weak shit, talkin' 'bout

"You have a penitentiary record"

I said I know that, BIATCH!

She wants to know what kind of 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, wonderin' when I'll get to the point

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

Job search worker project [?]

And in a few weeks I'll get my check

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

So I can get a voucher for the hotel and the bath show

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

Mom brought some change so I can make a phone call

Shit's getting harder than times in '29

That's why so many niggas is standin' 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 con in this land of milk and honey

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

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

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