Gas Gauge

At days arrival one man at the table eatin corn flakes

Checkin out the paper his brother walks in from a hard nights caper

Half hungover and looking for his pager

Whats in the news today did we find a saviour

Nah Im just looking for some part time labor

By the way did you remember put the gas in my ride

Or must I remind ya how I lost my last job

Chill with all that chatter ya know ya need to stall

Trust me baby bro thats what big brothas for uh uh

I got interviews today so dont even front about my broken gas gauge

By the way things are looking its a very good day

If I could ever find my wallet Ill be on my way

Bigger brotha steps to his girlfriends place

Just then the phone rings and it was moms to say

Remind ya big brotha its your cousins birthday

And ima need a half dozen eggs for the cake

No problem moms Ill tell him later in the day

But now I cant find my wallet gotta go Im late

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The worlds in your hands dont waste...

Dont waste your time

Back to the saga the car wouldnt start up jjjjhhhh..jjjjhhhh

There he goes now hes rolling like a baller

Out of the city and into the woods

For a job with a hammer where the pay is good

Reaches in the back seat for his favorite tape

Uuuh a condom from his brothas last date

Damn my lazy no good brotha and just as he says it

The car starts to sputter and sputter

Until it outright stops the gas tank empty

Not even a drop Im gonna choke that nigga when I reach my spot

Three miles from no place and now I gotta walk

To the top of the hill and down again

Round the bend page my broth from the old fruit stand

The phone ring rings yo its me your big brotha

I told ya not to sweat me when Im laying with my lover what!

You punk ass broke muthafukka I told ya cut the crap

When it came to my endeavors chill baby bro and dont even start it

Theres a gallon in the trunk andif ya need more fart it

Some of my shit along with ya lost wallet

Is in the glove box kid, the mystery solv-en

Take whats yours and leave mine where ya saw it

My babys calling gotta go stay solid

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So he hung up the phone in a rush to leave

I forgot to tell my brotha bout the cake recipe

Star 69 so he pushed it in but

By now the bigger brotha was pursuing some skins

The phone ring rings - dont answer it its my little brotha

Calling fuckin with me again

So he beeped him back a one two more times

But he was already naked with his valentine

Damn - I gotta - get back to the ride

What the hells going on with this day of mine

Once again up the hill down the other side

What the fucks a cop doin snooping by my ride

Yo officer - check it - out everything is fine

I just ran outta gas and now Im running outta time

Slow down boy this aint no race

I can tell you kinda people aint from this place

Tell ya what turn around put ya hands on the hood

And ya best act good just like a good boy should

Listen up holdup - Im speaking the truth

See Im just trying to get to this here job interview

Shut them lips boy dont let em get no bigger

Or Im gonna have to say I was attacked by a nigger

Now if you wanna make it through the morning with me

I suggest you wise up and show me valid i.d.

Chill man - awright - problem - we solve it

My brotha put my wallet in the glove box compartment

Awight you can get it but ya dont move quick

Just remember Im behind ya with a full up clip

He opens up the box and to their surprise

Out pops a wallet and the bigger brothers nine

The cop shouts "freeze" raise ya hand kid

He reaches for his wallet and the cop goes blam

Damn - pulp fiction in the car

Another dead homey tryin a find a job mmm mmm mmm

Back at the crib bigger brotha laying up

And girlfriend says maybe you should give ya little brother a call

And dont forget its ya cousins birthday after all

I will in a minute please let me be

I think he left me a message on the message machine

Big brotha - Im gonna be home late

And Im afraid that my day has been great

Can I remind you if its not too late

To get a half dozen eggs for the birthday cake