Lyrics:

Hey Coolio, I'm tellin' you homie, I can't be broke this summer
I'ma have to go get a job
Get a job? Yeah
Fool, you better go down to the county, better get you some GR

Seven in the mornin', standin' in the line
Three fools in the front of me, drinkin' on some wine
Two in the back of me, suckin' on a joint
And one in back of them - beggin' for a Newport
There's four or five suckers way, way in the back
Stooped down low in the crowd smokin' crack
They lookin' at me funny 'cause I got a record out
And a nigga with a record out supposed to have some clout
A fourth of the people in the line need help
But the other fourth of that haven't helped they'self
A fourth of the people haven't been fed
And all of the rest are fucked up in the head
A bald-headed stank bitch is about to make me laugh
And a nigga who need a bath is askin' for my autograph
Ain't nothin' changed, but the time
I got to get mine, so I'm standin' in the county line

This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
'Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey

I walked through the front door, fill out my app
Here comes another sap, askin' if I rap
I don't say a word 'cause he know that I do
I'm down with the mad ass, you know who
I take a number and a seat, I'm sweatin' from the heat
Somebody got their shoes off, I smell they feet
My number is 80, it's still on 20
I look up at the clock and now it's 10:30
Free butter and cheese, oh please, oh please
Can I get my food stamps so I can leave?
I got money and a car, but they don't know it
Now they ask a gang of questions 'cause I told them I was homeless
I'm livin' in a car out back in the alley
But I use to shack up with a hooker named Sally
Line after line, rough is the time
My life is in a bind so I'm standin' in the county line

This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
'Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey

I'm sittin' at a desk talkin' to a social worker
She thinks I'm a fool, but I know that I can jerk her

Punk ass hoe, sittin' behind the window, ol' toe-up-ass tramp
Runnin' that ol' weak shit, talkin' 'bout
'You have a penitentiary record'
I said I know that, BIATCH!
She wants to know what kind of work do I do
I said, 'I haven't worked since 1982'
I can't find a job though I looked and I've looked
Took one hit of the crack and was hooked
She sittin' there, wonderin' when I'll get to the point
And the whole time I'm wishin' I can smoke me a joint
Job search worker project
And in a few weeks I'll get my check
Now I got to wait for them to call me to the window
So I can get a voucher for the hotel and the bath show
It's 5:13 by the clock on the wall
Mom brought some change so I can make a phone call
Shit's getting harder than times in '29
That's why so many niggas is standin' in the county line

This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
'Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey
This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey
This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
'Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh