Hungry Hustler Songtext / Lyric

A F R O M A N

Take a pound of bud and flip it like a pancake

Buccock



I quit my job this mornin'

I don't want to work no more

Fuck MacDonald's and Taco Bell

That modern day slavery is knockin' on my front door



(I don't fit in the corporate world, man)

Get you a big fat sack o' yayo

Can't see my kids, can't see my wife

Can't see a way to control my doggone life

Hungry hustlas



(Afroman)

Got hired at the dope spot, I'm an employee

Cookin' crack like a black Chef Boyardee

Got Meth, speed, whatever you need

Zigzags come free with a bag of weed






If you want some sherm, ye got to talk to herm

The skinny black dude with the real long perm

Laptop computers, rap CDs

Motorola phones, Sony color TVs



Got the porno tapes in the back of the car

Get it free when you buy a hot VCR

Got gats and D's, car batteries

Getting money with my folks on a hundred spokes



Cops ain't waiters, we don't tip 'em

Treat cars like women, take 'em home and strip 'em

Match the pink slips, get the smog inspection

Put a ad in the paper in the classified section



'Cause I don't want to work no more

(Fuck that shit)

Modern day slavery knocking on my front door

(Fuck that shit)

Can't see my kids, can't see my wife

Can't see a way to control my own life



'Cause I don't want to work no more

Modern day slavery knockin' on my front door

Can't see my kids, can't see my wife

Can't see a way to control my damn life motherfucker



I quit my job this morning

I don't want to work no more

Fuck MacDonald's and Taco Bell

Modern day slavery is knocking on my front door



Get you a big fat sack of yayo

Can't see my kids, can't see my wife

Can't see a way to control my doggone life



Tell the neighborhood watch, tell the neighborhood listen

Tell the neighborhood ya big screen television missin'

New in my hood, I got to come to ya

Steal ya car battery and sell it back to ya



Then I come back just for kicks

I leave ya car sitin' on four big bricks

All I need now is some vascus homes

'Cause my garage looks just like auto zone



What you say, man? Ya need another beeper?

Buy from me 'cause it's a whole lot cheaper

Got a cellular phone and ya really oughta get it

Fo' a limited time, brother, the chip come wit it



So come to my house, when the times is hard

It's just like Vegas in my backyard

I keep my Afro pick, my khakis creased

And my next door neighbors callin' up the police



'Cause I don't want to work no more

Modern day slavery knockin' on my front door

Can't see my kids, can't see my wife

Can't see a way to control my own life



I said 'cause I don't want to work no more

Modern day slavery knockin' on my front door

Can't see my kids, can't see my wife

Can't see a way to control my damn life



Rough, reckless, snatch yo necklace

Sell it on the corner and buy myself breakfast

I made 80 dollars in an hour or more

So what the fuck do I want to get job for?



So the yuppies, the guppies can floss their power

My black ass five dollas an hour

And the fact is, after taxes, got to live

Where the Mexicans and the blacks is motherfucker



Crooked police, gangs in Chuck Taylors

Bums sleeping in fuckin' trucks and trailers

Three hundred dollars every two weeks

From the stupid, tired, penny pinching, pencil neck geeks



Abraham Lincoln told me I was free

So I'ma walk to corner and do what I want to

While you at work, I'll be watchin' cable

Wit ya girl dancin' naked on my new pool table



I don't want to work no more

Modern day slavery knockin' on my front door

Can't see my kids, can't see my wife

Can't see a way to control my own life



Said I don't want to work no more

Modern day slavery knockin' on my front door

Can't see my kids, can't see

Ah man, I got to sell like a twenty dollar rock

Y'all keep singing, Ill be right back



I quit my job this morning

I don't want to work no more

Fuck MacDonald's and Taco Bell modern day slave rails

Is knocking on my front door



Get you a big fat sack of yayo

Can't see my kids, can't see my wife

Can't see a way to control my doggone life