[Chorus: Devin the Dude]
It's gonna be greater later
It's gonna be fine
It just take a little time
[J-Zone Speaking]
Damn cousin. Why you eatin' a turkey neck sand which for?
What's on your mind n***a? sh**
[Verse One: Devin the Dude]
Spittin' out the spinal cord of a turkey neck
Waitin' for the phone to ring but ain't no work yet
Get up off the couch, take a sh** and I think
Of how I'm gonna go the whole day without a drink
While I'm writin'
I get excited about the weed that I have
Up two days straight, maybe I need me a bath
It seems that I'm trapped
In a life that I love
I might get a buzz
You know acceptance from the critics and skeptics
I hop off in the car, but the car won't start
My transmission needs fixin'
My sh** won't go forward
So I reverse it all the way to the shop
And get out
I ask him to fix it (naw, no dice man)
Check my brakes, it's hard to stop
(Hell no n***a, gimmie my money)
I jog back to my house
I ask him to hold onto my keys
I'll pay you man, c'mon please
It's 32 degrees
And all I have is this turtle neck sweater
And this cold weather
I know it's gonna get better
[Chorus: x2]
[J-Zone speaking]
Damn man. I definitely can relate to you. I'm goin' through some sh** myself
Give me a little bit of that turkey neck sand which. It looks pretty good
f** it
[Verse Two: J-Zone]
I dig deep into my pockets all my bucks is spent
I'm diggin' deeper and still comin' up with lent
I got three parking tickets
That's three fifteen
I owe the city, so I go hustle some beat CDs
Gave out ten last week
Sounds sweet to me
But they all wantin' beats for free
I need cash and a 9 to 5 ain't an option to get some
I've been fired more times then George Jetson
So I'm waitin' by the phone
[J-Ro]
Can I speak to J-Zone
[J-Zone]
Talkin' bout he paid me a G to come and play this show
I'm out the door
In the route to Manhattan
And my car is overheatin' on Can*l
The hood is smokin'
Stuck in traffic
And ain't no antifreeze so I use tap water
That should hold me till I see this promoter
And get my scratch from him
Hit the stage, grab the mic and get booed
I don't give a f**
I just took advice from the Dude
I just smiled, took a bow and took a pee in the crowd
Went to go get my show fee so I can be out
But the promoter done split
Ain't that some sh**
And I'm hungry for a tuna fish sand which with chips
And I'm diggin' through my pockets for some Subway clips
You need eight to get a freebie but I only got six
I got clowned by some b**h
"I heard you sick of bein' rich"
Say, "Hey b**h, let me borrow
Ha, I'll pay you back tomorrow"
It's ahhhh...
[Chorus]
[Outro: J-Zone]
Yo man f** it. My car is in the shop
My hoes are lookin' chopped. I don't care though