Large Professor - Off Yo Azz On Yo Feet lyrics

[Verse 1 - Large Professor] Sitting in the big house filling his mouth Then he got up and went to go chill on the couch And watch TV, lit up a blunt, was not breathing Airways, for days kid, looked like a three-ring Circus act, look at the shirt on his back Need a neck smack, used to walk out the left rack Now he can't even walk to the store Need a vehicle, next he gon need a miracle Some villains he was banging with was ill Cause they laughed behind his back and then go to his crib and chill And watch him smoke more and drink more And think poor without saying sh** to the boy I seen him one day, making my way to the city Looking like he was doing self-pity Said man, throw the self-pity pit in the can Basically, in a nutshell, this is what I'm saying [Hook] x2 You gotta get off yo a** You gotta get on your [job] You gotta get off yo a** You gotta get on your feet [Verse 2] It's going, it's going, it's going, it's gone Opportunity only once come along Some every-odd years, wherever I is I seize the moment to see some Roman Numerals, in piles and piles With the creamy French dressing or Thousand Isles All salad, unravel a bank roll and pile it Then go and get another stack, rolling with the wolf pack Main street blessings, effervescence Ever since God called me back to the lessons I flourished, stepped with courage, to get [er-rich] Or richer, in either direction, you get the picture Crystal-clear like diamond wristwear Another hot heat-seeking missile for your ear On fire, on the flyer in big letters is L-A-R-G-E, bringing the medicine Been banging ever since riots out in Cali Remember in 85, was at the rally Traveled the globe and the worlds beyond Not dissing, just listen to the words in the song [Outro] Another public service announcement from your friendly neighborhood Large Professor Get off yo a**, and get on yo feet! And keep your beat to the street! [Hook] x2