Queen Latifah - No Work lyrics

[Chorus:] You ain't got no work for me (no work) Or any Flavor Unit MC (no work) You ain't got no work for me (no work) You ain't got no work for the queen (no work) [Verse 1:] Don't try to get fly, y'all We're blackin' up eye balls I run with a rough set So don't get me upset I gas you so hard, I leave you fartin' You're soft as a bu*tercup, stupid a** So why you startin' You're memorizing every damn lyric that I write You're all up in my mouth every time I grab the mic You need to learn a lesson from a female headbanger Stop ridin' on my bra, you freakin' strap hanger Until we play Techs, but I always stay free I made a resolution for you, 1993 It's all about the Flavor Unit and my family Cause I would die for all them And they would die for me Leary about this intelligent female All catch hell An explanation of the Queen Latifah Spelled well So blow up and know me Don't even contemplate a theory about jerkin' me [Chorus] [Chant] Play me like a child, but you know I'm grown See waterworks, so take your broke a** home [Verse 2:] That was the way it started out back in the day A little singin' joint with the hard core phrase [?] I wouldn't diss another sister 'less she had it coming And even then, I would take it to her face My presence is stunning Cunning as a venus fly trap Cause, word up, I fight back And damn right, it's like that So step back I'm not the type of girl You can run through and drop I'm not the type of girl To be running to the cops I know about everything That goes on on my block And right beside my bed I keep a Luger and a Glock They're for the protection of A Flavor Unit queen Me not gon' let ya go Until me hear ya scream I look in your eyes When I speak to your punk a** I ought to put my feet to you [REPEAT Chorus] [Verse 3:] Now, this wicked curse hurts Spank your girls and boys, I'm annoyed You gots no work, so I lurk to keep you unemployed I'm a part of a tribe with a vibe I scribe with nine lives You're kicked inside outside I used to ride the path Across the tracks in your mouth Until I jumped the turnstyle And the conductor threw me out You feelin' kinda horny? Call a clinic on that grout You's a dingy, dirty b**h So I gotta Shout it out I had it up to here, plus there Cause I'll be here plus there [?] [?] everywhere n***a-n***as say the hood ain't changed I get my n**ies with the hoodies Far from goody, but they're bad instead We're ready for the worst things first Anything you thought, I thought twice Thought through, and thought first The queen picks the verse off a shirt You hurt when I smirk Cause you know first [Chorus:] You ain't got no work for the queen (no work) You ain't got no work for me (no work) You ain't got no work for the queen (no work) I said you ain't got no work for me (no work) You ain't got no work for the queen (no work) Nor any Flavor Unit MCs (no work) I said you ain't got no work for me (no work) I said you ain't got no work for me (no work)