Depression Rap: Cam’ron – I Hate My Job (Lyrics)
Depression Rap: Cam’ron – I Hate My Job (Lyrics)
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Cam’ron is back with Hip-Hop for the times:
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Cam’ron – I Hate My Job
I love the “low overhead” style of the video. Very timely.
Good beat, and Cam’ron busts some real flow.
This Recession/Depression is going to bring more good music.
As I have said before, with tough economic times comes better music.
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Typical Cam wordplay:
Cam’ron – I Hate My Job (Lyrics)
Yo, I hate my boss
Dude think he know it all
And I know I know it all
But I follow protocol
Hope he sit in a casket
Got me sittin’ in traffic
It’s 7 a.m. (sheesh)
And I woke up late
Didn’t even have a shower
Lunch break, gimmie a break
A damn half-an-hour
All this bullshit for twelve bucks an hour
Plug me to Chuck D, wanna fight the power
Instead I light the sour before I go in the office
Being here eight hours sure will get you nauseous
Lady across from me telling me her problems
I’m looking at her like yo
How the fuck I’m gone solve ’em
You know her ethnicity
Car note, rent, don’t forget electricity
Internet, cable and the phone all connected
Food, gas, tolls oh now it’s getting hectic
Brand new clothes
Nah, you’d rather see me naked
Yo check it, I got my check
Now I’m feelin’ disrespected
Why am I workin’ here
It ain’t workin’ here, It ain’t worth it here
I’m never gone persevere
Ain’t no money for new shoes or purses here
I should’ve done my first career, huh
Nursin’ yeah
Now I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ’bout the work I put in
This verse from the everyday working woman
I put on my pants, put on my shoes
I pray to God, paid all my dues
I’m tryin to win, seem like I was born to lose
All I can say is (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I say let me through
But they don’t let me through
You wanna quit, goddamn I’m ready to
Lifestyle I’m livin’ ain’t steady boo
All I could say (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hey yo I’m lookin’ for a job
Ain’t nobody hiring
Then I asked the boss
When y’all doing firing
You I’m admiring
Nice job, family man, car and
Lookin’ in these want ads are tiring
Could’ve been a fireman, learned to do wiring
Then get retirement, I blame my environment
I’m on an interview, for delivery
Locked up, felony, now the dude quizzin’ me
I’m workin’ on my future
Why you need to know my history
All he did was Google me, no big mystery
He ain’t diggin’ me
Politely he was dissin’ me
No we’re not hiring
But thanks for the visit, please
He ain’t want me, my grandmother warned me
Them goddamn felonies would haunt me, taught me
No second chance, back to the same block
Go home my baby’s mom done changed locks
This a game, huh, okay the game’s on
Then she opened the door with the chain on
Said she been reaching out for several days
I ain’t helpin’ out, we need to go our separate ways
I was just amazed, wanna go another route
Let me get my clothes
Said she took ’em to my mother’s house
She was pissed off, yeah P.O.’ed
And said go head and wild out
I’ll call your P.O.
I put on my pants, put on my shoes
I pray to God, paid all my dues
I’m tryin to win, seem like I was born to lose
All I can say is (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I say let me through
But they don’t let me through
You wanna quit, goddamn I’m ready to
Lifestyle I’m livin’ ain’t steady boo
All I could say (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I put on my pants, put on my shoes
I pray to God, paid all my dues
I’m tryin to win, seem like I was born to lose
All I can say is (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I say let me through
But they don’t let me through
You wanna quit, goddamn I’m ready to
Lifestyle I’m livin’ ain’t steady boo
All I could say (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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