Letras:
Talking Heads Found A Job

"Damn that television, what a bad picture Don't get upset, it's not a major disaster There's nothing on tonight," he said "I don't know what's the matter

def jam Cause I married the streets and Atlanta has been my best man My momma quit her job and now she works with six figures Cause I'm a self-made nappy-headed

look Used to be a straight a student, now he's a crook Robbin people just to smoke or shoot up Used to have a crew cut, now he's a pooh-put Dropped out

head 'cause my hoe's still missin, like it's green on the other side. That hoe cost me my job, I'm afraid I shoulda learned mo' about the business. A

head 'cause my hoe's still missin, like it's green on the other side. That hoe cost me my job, I'm afraid I shoulda learned mo' about the business. A

she may come to life now in their yard with a shotgun and knife Cut the screen Went in and found the kid Blew a bowl of spaghetti in the side of his head

're talking about here is...is kind of a...it's a heartland feeling...like, uh, Mellencamp, you know, kind of a Mellen feeling. Ok, what you gotta get together is a

Juicy J] Freaky lil thang gon pass me by watchin you out the corner of my eye Wit a big booty and them healthy thighs let a nigga get a lil piece of that

could hardly stand) Woke up with a heavy head and a strange girl beside him (returned home a worried guilty man) But inside his coat his wife found a