OJ Da Juiceman - I Got Work lyrics

[Hook] In the kitchen once again I done gave the dope a (?) Quarter brick, half a brick, tell me what you wanna spend Half a pound, whole pound, even plugged in with the mid Thousand pills and thousand seals f** you n***as, come again I got work (work, work, work, work) I got work (work, work, work, work) I got work (work, work, work, work) I got work (work, work, work, work) I got work [Verse 1] 80 baby crazy In this kitchen with Patrick Swayze And the yay is dirty dancing and it's white like (?) n***a I just bought a mansion way before the rap advances Michael Jackson with the work cuz I make the J's start dancing All this guacamole, got my pants on MC Hammer Smoking on that gas like a n***a got cancer They say bands a make her dance, so i turned her to a dancer (?) with the bags, got me riding on Prances (?) under gas (?) Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, a couple schedules Prada head to toe, so I'm dancing with the devil (?) with the swag, something like a space shuttle Rock band drums, so I'm blasting heavy metal 32 Ent, we got keys just like Rihanna All my young n***a with me, using sticks and bandannas All my young n***a around me, using sticks and bandannas [Hook] [Verse 2] (?) shoe walking Put a hole in your head like a dolphin, n***a J wanna hit (?), n***a No (?) I got salts, young n***a Gucci Mane, Lo with an (?) Jewelry look like a cold icicle Came a long way from (?) With Pollo and then with Hillfiger Finger f** the money with my trigger finger You know I keep white like that n***a Justin Bieber Made the birds sing like a R&B singer Posted in the trap with a brand new (?) Brand new paint looking like wet p**y Bouldercrest n***a with the bomb and them bushes Call me (?), gotta keep them cookies (?) bright to all gold Rollie Sixteen gold, twenty two carat trophy 2014, got a (?) on Forgis All this trap money (?) Pounds of the white, you can call a n***a Tony Trap with the testament, judgement Rollie Turn up, turn up, them I done roll it If it ain't gas, you know I don't smoke it If it ain't a thirty, you know i ain't toting it Thirty one shots so you know my clip loaded (?) slam n***as like a fur named Coby Shouts out to my fur dawg named Chloe (?) dollar named baby girl Courtney Pockets on green, so I'm walking with a Breitling You know i keep a Glock like my n***a Charlie (?) (?) shoulder sloppy Peacot sweat, (?) [Hook]