| Lyrics: | My friend's got a girlfriend and he hates that bitch,
He tells me every day.
(Boy, get a
job!) [scratching]
He says: "Man, I really gotta lose my chick
In the worst kind of a
way."
(Boy, get a job!) [scratching]
She sits on her ass he works his hands to the
bone
To give her money every payday.
But she wants more dinero just to stay at
home.
Well, my friend, you gotta say:
My friend's got a girlfriend and he hates that
bitch,
(Boy, get a job!) [scratching]
My friend's got a boyfriend and she hates that
dick,
(Boy, get a job!) [scratching]
I guess all this money... well, it isn't
enough,
To keep the bill colectors at bay.
I guess all this money... well, it isn't
enough,
'Cause that girl's got expensive taste.
My friend's got a boyfriend and she
hates that dick,
(Boy, get a job!) [scratching]
My friend's got a girlfriend and he
hates that bitch,
(Boy, get a job!) [scratching]
Well, I guess it ain't easy doing
nothing at all, oh yeah.
But, hey man, free ride's just to come on along, every
day.
[Scratching]
My friend's got a boyfriend and she hates that dick,
She
tells me every day, bitch!
He watchs dinero just to stay at home.
Well, my friend, you gotta
say:
Dick - bitch
Dick - bitch, bitch
Dick - bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch
Dick
- bitch
Dick - bitch, bitch
Dick - bitch
Dick - bitch [Scratching] |
