Felt - Employees Of The Year lyrics

[Slug] The employees of the year, now we back to work We took time off, a couple feelings got hurt Due to the fact that we never stand still The ones they can't catch, the ones they can't k** I dedicate this to the cats that don't feel Felt Meditate get the head straight trying to keep well Celebrate life then crash with no seatbelt Slit both wrists so act like you need help [Murs] What you say girl? I can't hear you, speak up Stuck between your lips and them two B cups Fifty bucks in the dice game Rollin' with seven and the legend and we twice came And you know what they hittin' for 56 cities, one van, and we gettin' dough Call your girls make plans you can hit the show Tell your man in advance he can hit the door [Slug] Honey wanna move like she knows moves And ate a bowl of cold soup with a coke spoon I'm not as young as I look girl, I'm old-school Somewhere between Pro Tools and a gold tooth I show you to act like you supposed to So cool, coast-to-coast, who's that crunk fool Standing on the block leaning on the phone booth Trying to squeeze a rock to make this orange juice [Murs] Little Man seas,? From the 215s to the 213s Here goes a little something from some real emcees Not fellas (not gangstas) on a k**ing spree Shoot, my rap sheet is filled with similes And if you bite then d**h be the penalty But don't worry about my style because it's been O.G. You make your girlfriend wanna rub her skin on me [Chorus: Murs & Slug] C'mon, put my picture on the wall for all to see When you want it done right then call on me Guaranteed to come tight and flawlessly The employees of the year, ain't nobody as raw as we Put my picture on the wall for all to see When you want it done right then call me Guaranteed to come tight and flawlessly The employees of the year, ain't nobody as raw as we [Slug] Yo, ticky ticky tick tick tick tick ticky tick Thug white girls suburban black hippie chick Punk rock straight edge hip-hop pot head Invite 'em all over for a moshpit in my bed (C'mon) Right blow to the left speaker The people won't get dumb in front of the sub teacher Now hold it run don't let it touch the ground And you know it's done when the cops cut the sound [Murs] What else could they say to these underground dons? Known for eating guppies that clutter all ponds Free-flowin' on them beats that you stutterin' on (My man Ant made the jams that we bu*terin' on) Breakfast toast (Midwestern coast) Menage in Austin (Texas toast) Whatever dude (I'ma do it this Fall) Beatin' down your block knockin' pictures off the wall [Chorus]