Since I lose my man When I say my prayers My man's gone now Ain't no use a listenin' For his tired footsteps Climbin' up the stairs Old man sorrow's Come to keep me company Whisperin' beside me

Blam blam, blam to dem all Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg (pump pump) Let the motion of your body be the key, 'cause we be the motherfucking G Funk family Now, I'll play the G in this deadly game Snoop Dogg is the name Dogg Pound's the game

(Why?, why?, why?) Mama been laid off Papa been laid off Billy can't get a job Don't let them stay home and listen to the blues (Why?, why?) My brother's been laid off For more than two years now Oh, can't get a job

Not a night goes by, I don't dream of wandering Through the home that might have been I listened to my pride when my heart cried out for you Now every day I wake again In a house that might have been a home, a home I mistook the warnings for wisdom From

I hate you, don't leave me I admit I'm in and out of my head Don't listen to a single word I've said Just hear me out before you run away But I can't back down No, I can't deny That I'm staying now 'Cause I can't decide Confused and scared I am terrified

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

Let's burn down the cornfield You hide behind the oak tree Let's burn down, baby, the cornfield And we'll listen, we'll listen to it burn I want you to hide behind that You know that old oak tree Stay, stay out of danger Keep outta sight, babe till I

'Cause I'd spend half this morning Thinking about the t-shirt you sleep in I should know 'Cause I'd spend all the whole day Listening to your message I’m keeping And never deleting In the morning when you wake up I like to believe you are thinking of me

And now a message from Hannibal Buress Blaa, uh, sorry, sorry Aye, mane, I'm fucking with this shit. It's good to listen to a professional rapper for once, but Lil Dicky is a horrible rap name. That's some weird shit; you got grown men having to call you

Mama been laid off Papa been laid off Billy can't get a job Don't let them stay home and listen to the blues My brother's been laid off For more than two years now Ooh can't get a job Ooh they gotta listen to the blues Help them to strive