Phonte - Last Day lyrics

[Phonte] You know... I'm dedicate this back to the days Where I was workin' in the Department store, youknowhatImsayin? Before this rap sh** popped off and all that I was this lil' n***a workin' in the deparment store And you know workin' there You see all kinds of things all kinds of races You see they behavior, don't get offended at this track I'm an equal opportunity racist, I hate all ya'll From my man, Mick Boogie I'm retail's nightmare, young black and just don't Give a f**; I just want my discount, give it up Twenty percent off slacks and all clothes I just took this job just to spice up my wardrobe So I come in every morning and I'm walkin' a tight rope Smile at the management, wave at the white folks (Hi, Bob!) Gotta meet a quota, but I don't know how When all these broke motherf**ers just tellin' me the browsin' Till around eleven, that's when you see the soccer moms Spendin' they husband's money, that's how they roll up Got three little girls, steady f**in' up my store And an eight year old n***a, still ridin' in a stroller Around one, the Mexicans come in the store Coppin' all the sh** that rocked five summers ago (Yeah, homes!) They gotta be the realest n***as alive Buy 400 dollars worth of Nautica and pay for it in fives Around six or seven, that's when you see the blacks The big booty girls still rockin' they work badges They walk through your store just to get to the food court They ain't buyin sh**, homie, ain't no need to ask em' Around closin', that's when you see the Indians You thinkin' too yourself, they're "oh, so nice" Well the fact is, dog, you a n***a to them too So they in ya grill like (Excuse me, my friend, what is the price?) n***a, the price says ten, so that means ten brother And don't try to talk me down, homie, this ain't Calcutta (What? I'd like to see the manager) n***a I am the manager Don't make me act a fool for these motherf**in' cameras They call me in the office like "I'm sorry Mr. Coleman" But your behavior is not befitting of our store I said "I done got my fall clothes already, so I'm gone. Today's my last day fu*k Y'ALLS That's just how it went down, man, I swear to god, yo And n***a, don't think the n***a didn't get the nice polos and sh** Before he walked out, though, don't think he ain' get them Don't think he ain't get 20% off the fly timbs and sh** Don't think he ain't get them, 20% wit' a 50% mark down, n***a For real, don't think he ain't get that, cuz he damn, sure got it I swear the god man, I hope this rap sh** go on and on I hope it gone, cuz I swear I don't ever wanna go back to that sh** no more I'm not lyin', I'm so sincere, I never wanna go back Cuz it's like all the jobs that I quit I know my managers is waitn' for me to come back Sayin, I know they waitin' to rub it in my face So if I came back, them motherf**ers would probably Be rappin' at me and sh**, you know what I'm sayin All in my face and sh** "Oh, can't stop, won't stop, n***a you back I thought you were rappin', what happened to that? Your album flopped, n***a, now your a** is back" You know what I'm sayin, you those white folks, knamsayin? The company picnic, they want you to be they entertainment and sh** "Oh, Phonte he raps, he doest the rap thing! Come on up here, do this rap for corporate!" fu*k, Y'ALL and fu*k corporate I ain't tapdancin' for you crackers! f** this sh**! I hope this album sells Cuz I don't wanna go back to that Please but this album, GetBack, 2007 Little Brother, Mick Boogie, Phontiga, oh!