Little Brother - Last Day lyrics

You know i'm dedicate this back to the days
Where I was workin' in the Department store
YouknowhatImsayin?
Before this rap shit popped off and all that
I was this lil' nigga 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 fuck 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 motherfuckers 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 fuckin' up my store
And an eight year old nigga
Still ridin' in a stroller
Around one, the Mexicans come in the store
Coppin' all the shit that
Rocked five summers ago
(yeah, homes) They gotta be
The realest niggas 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 shit, 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 nigga to them too
So they in ya grill like
(Excuse me, my friend, what is the price?)
Nigga, 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)
Nigga I am the manager
Don't make me act a fool
For these motherfuckin' 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 fuck Y'ALLS

That's just how it went down
Man, I swear to god, yo
And nigga, don't think the nigga didn't get
The nice polos and shit
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 shit
Don't think he ain't get them, 20%
Wit' a 50% mark down, nigga
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 shit go on and on
I hope it gone
Cuz I swear I don't ever wanna go
Back to that shit 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 motherfuckers would probably
Be rappin' at me and shit
You know what I'm sayin
All in my face and shit
"Oh, can't stop, won't stop, nigga you back
I thought you were rappin'
What happened to that?
Your album flopped, nigga
Now your ass is back"
You know what I'm sayin
You those white folks, knamsayin?
The company picnic, they want you to be
They entertainment and shit
"Oh, Phonte he raps, he doest the rap thing!
Come on up here, do this rap for corporate!"
Fuck, Y'ALL and fuck corporate
I ain't tapdancin' for you crackers!
Fuck this shit! 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!