Baby, work me 'Til I want no more Baby, work me 'Til I want no more Want you to work me, baby Lord how, make me feel it Want you to do me Baby, I will
At the doors of Babylon, You are my Zion, Pacing Tiger, The keeper's cage, Invisible light shoots from your eyes, A sign I can see from my high rise,
Shawty, quit yoa?? job He make you work too hard Baby, quit yoa?? job Qu-qu-quit yoa?? 9-5 Baby, you need to quit yoa?? job Yoa?? man make you work too
How did we get from the top of the World to the bottom of the heap? I don?t recall you mentioning the boss is such a creep We'll have the ingredients
Look at the sad goodbyes Everyday's a killing time Sun coming up outside No men are born this time Saturday's child stays home Nothing to say so long
Ooh-ooh Old Mr. Joe, he build a house away On top of some hill Old Mr. Joe knew he had to go, so he He got right down and wrote bank will He say now,
We, Jah people, can make it work; Come together and make it work, yeah! We can make it work; We can make it work. Five days to go: working for the next
Out here the nights are long, the days are lonely I think of you and I'm working on a dream I'm working on a dream Now the cards I've drawn's a rough
Maybe you collect or maybe you pay (whether) Still got to work that eight hour day Whether you like that job or not You'd better keep it on ice while
Got my mojo working but it just won't work on you Got my mojo working but it just won't work on you I wanna love you so bad, I don't know what to do
Ughh, gimme some Ughh, yeah, yeah, yeah, heh Ughh, get sticky with it Ughh, get your name back Not that, ughh Nigga wanna lay up on my couch, watchin
DJ, please pick up your phone I?m on the request line This is a Missy Elliott one-time exclusive (Come on) Is it worth it, let me work it I put my bang
Well, I know sometimes you find it hard To understand just what we do out here Well, that bus rolls up at home And I just disappear And I sure don't
[Intro] Yeah, NFL, Boyz II Men Characters baby Meet me on the dance floor, come on [Nafis] Yo It's like this, in a nice miss we faked it some tight
Zip He, she wanna be A body and soul just don't agree There's an answer, gotta go For a Tijuana tuck 'n' roll He, she just got a zipper job A zipper
You can see that you're being surrounded From every direction And love was just something you found To add to your collection It used to seem we were
Dancing on the speakers Are you peaking with tweakers Bigots and the breeders on the scene The night don't last forever So get your shit together Open
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