Last Day

[Phonte:]

You know... I'm dedicate this back to the days

where I was workin' in the Department store, youknowhatImsayin?

Before this rap shit popped off and all that

I was this lil' nigga workin' in the deparment store

And you know workin' there

You see all kinds of things all kinds of races

You see they behavior, don't get offended at this track

I'm an equal opportunity racist, I hate all ya'll

From my man, Mick Boogie

I'm retail's nightmare, young black and just don't

give a fuck; I just want my discount, give it up

Twenty percent off of all slacks and all clothes

I just took this job just to spice up my wardrobe

So I come in every morning and I'm walkin' a tight rope

Smile at the management, wave at the white folks (Hi, Bob!)

Gotta meet a quota, but I don't know how

And all these broke motherfuckers just tellin' me the browsin'

Till around eleven, that's when you see the soccer moms

Spendin' they husband's money, that's how they roll up

Got three little girls, steady fuckin' up my store

And an eight year old, still ridin' in a stroller

Around one, the Mexicans come in the store

Coppin' all the shit that rocked five summers ago

(Yeah, homes!) They gotta be the realest niggaz alive

Buy 400 dollars woth of Nautica and pay for it in fives

Around six or seven, that's when you see the blacks

The girls wit' big booties that rock they work badges

They walk through your store just to get to the food court

They ain't buyin shit, homie, ain't no need to ask em'

Around closin', that's when you see the Indians

You thinkin' too yourself, they're "oh, so nice"

Well the fact is, dog, you a nigga to them too

They in there like (Excuse me, my friend, what is the price?)

Nigga, the price says ten, so that means ten brother

Don't try to talk me down, homie, this ain't Calcutta

(What? I'd like to see the manager) Nigga I am the manager

Don't make me act a fool for these motherfuckin' cameras

They call me in the office like "I'm sorry Mr. Coleman"

But your behavior is not befiting of this store

So I say "I got my fall clothes already, today's my last day

FUCK Y'ALLS

That's just how it went down, man, I swear to god, yo

And nigga, don't think the nigga didn't get the nice polos and shit

Before he walked out, though, don't think he ain' get them

Don't think he ain't get 20% off the fly timbs and shit

Don't think he ain't get them, 20% wit' a 50% mark down, nigga

For real, don't think he ain't get that, cuz he damn, sure got it

I swear the god man, I hope this rap shit go on and on

I hope it gone, cuz I swear I don't ever wanna go back to that shit no more

I'm not lyin', I'm so sincere, I never wanna go back

Cuz it's like all the jobs that I quit

I know my managers is waitn' for me to come back

Sayin, I know they waitin' to rub it in my face

So if I came back, them motherfuckers would probably

Be rappin' at me and shit, you know what I'm sayin

All in my face and shit

"Oh, can't stop, won't stop, nigga you back

I thought you were rappin', what happened to that?

Your album flopped, nigga, now your ass is back"

You know what I'm sayin, you those white folks be, knamsayin?

The comapny picnic, they want you to be they entertainment and shit

"Oh, Phonte he raps, he doest the rap thing!

Come on up here, do this rap for corporate!"

FUCK, Y'ALL and FUCK corporate

I ain't tapdancin' for you crackers!

Fuck this shit! I hope this album sells

Cuz I don't wanna go back to that

Please but this album, GetBack, 2007

Little Brother, Mick Boogie, Phontiga, oh!