Sting & Police - Nice Work If You Can Get It lyrics

Hey, what's up my nigga

Check this out you been listenin' for awhile

Why don't you tell these niggas

What they really thinkin' about

When be wrappin' this mail

[Verse 1]

Turn my mail, I talk to rappers when I touch down

I'ma go by me a check with my bitches welfare check

And if I hurt her feelings who gives a fuck

I'm out for myself, bout to make me a smooth cover

I keep it on the under in a closet on the hush hush

On my way to victories downtown surplus

To get a blend aqua windbreaker

To match blue latchin' vendeta

Scadalism, that's what I'm majorin' in

Yeah, murderism I'm doin' niggas in

So give up the ghost my nigga

Remember me, I used to be your main nigga

But fuck ya, I'm jealous and I hate ya fuckin' guts

I got it in me cause ya clockin' do-do bucks

Break yourself, makin' quarters, ladies rings, chains

I'll take that cartridge out and set it on the range

Prepare for the jack if ya sellin' coke

As long as I got me a strap nigga, I'm never broke

As long as I got me a strap, I'm never broke

[Verse 2]

Got the nigga car at the mall on bricks

Beat strip, beat tip fucked him like a bitch

I'm that nigga to hate playas

A playa hater starvin' like Somalia

You got some yo-yo

Cause I'm right back chokin' again

Chokin' mo' now before I did when I went in

Tomorrow I got to go take a piss test for real

I'm tryin' to clean out my system with stay clean and golden seals

But I'm gon' be late, I'm on vacation

Because it's too early for me to go back on a violation

Fuck my P.O. I need some M-O

N-E-Y so I can get high and kick in this nigga's door

It's four in the morning I'm on a mission peep

The best time to catch a nigga in his sleep

Wake ya ass motherfucker I know ya rich

Tell me where the fuck is yours, I'ma bust ya bitch

Do dick in ya greasel I tie him up

And made him watch me poke her, I'm never broke

Do dick in ya greasel I tie him up

Then I made him watch me poke her, I'm never broke

I'm never broke

[Verse 3]

Baby crevice was tight like a pair of vice grips

I looked at pop and said "You must got a lil' dick"

Havin' shame he was cryin' like a toddler

Nigga couldn't stand here baby scream and holler

I said "You got one mo' time nigga where is the minl"

He said "It's in the den right corner, top vent"

Folks remember that I'm scandalous and anti-fuckless

I carry diseases such as herpes and nut pluckers

Nutted in the bitch, kissed her on her lips

Made her get up and suck a little dick

The bitch had her some play though

Ya know she deep throat my big ol'

I dropped my strap like a sucker would

She said "How does it feel" I said "Good"

She said "You know this ain't the way to mix business with pleasure"

I said "I know this ain't the weather to make miserable pleasure"

You know this ain't the weather to mix business and pleasure

Shit, she tried to bite off my pecker

Helped rex loose, I hangin' juice

And after juice you beggin' for this shit

Like you gon' knock it out better

Picked up my tech up off the ground

Pistol whipped, tied up sittin' down

I need a black screwdriver but a butter knife will do

To the vent I went to collect all my due

Struck out the side of boss game steward

Hopped in my hoo-ride made a left on Newark

Through the dark alleys black this black that

As long as I got me a strap look I'm never broke, yeah

I'm never broke

[Talking]

Oh I see

So what you're saying is a girl

Is something like an investment

Keep your revenues up to par

And all you need is a strap

Precisely that's how motherfuckers make them fat lick-backs

See I'm way respected in the rap industry

Cause I skip, spit that real-life type shit

Feel it, so let's hustle up the true motherfuckers

Apart from the tarp

And the motherfuckin' good from the not huh