County Line

Seven in the morning, standing in the line

Three fools in front of me, drinking on some wine

Two in the back of me sucking on a joint

And one in back of them ready for a new sport

There's 4-5 suckers way, way in the back

Stooped down low with the crowd smokin' crack

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

And a nigga with a record out is supposed to have some proud

A fourth of the people in the line be hookers

But the other forth betta ask help themself

A fourth of the people having good faith

And all of the rest all fucked up in the head

A bald headed stank bitch is about to make me laugh

And a nigga who need a bath is asking for my autograph

Ain't nothing changed but the time

I got to get mine, so I'm standing 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 the conned, and let'n them looking funny

I walked through the front door to fill out my AP

Here comes another sap asking if I rap

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

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

I take a number and a seat

I'm sweating from the heat

Somebody got their shoes off

I smell their feet

My number is 80, it's still on 20

I look up at the clock and now is 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 really know it

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

I'm living in a car drive back in the alley

But I used to shack up with a hooker named Sally

Line after line

Ruff is the time

My life is in a bomb, so I'm standing 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 the conned, and let'n them looking funny

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

She thinks I'm a fool, but I know that I can work her

Punk ass hoe sittin' behind the window all toe up ass tramp

Rollin' that week sheets of mine

You have a penitently record

I said I know that bitch!

She wants to know what kind a work do I do

I said I haven't worked since 1982

I can't find a job though I looked and I looked

Took one hit of the crack and mistook

She sittin' there wonderin' what did 'cause I did

And the whole time I'ma watchin' like I'm smokin' me a joint

Job search work the projects whackness

And in a few weeks I'd get my check

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

So I can get some cash to pay for the hotel and the bath show

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

Mothafuckez move so I can make a phone call

Shit is getting late and the time is 29

That why so many niggas standing 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 the conned, and let'n them looking funny

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 the conned, and let'n them looking funny