County Line Songtext
von Coolio

Seven in the morning, standing in the line
Three fools in front of me, drinking on some wine
Two in the back of me sucking on a joint
And one in back of them ready for a new sport

There′s four five suckers way way in the back
Stooped down low with the crowd smokin' crack

They looking at me funny coz I got a record out
And a nigga with a record out is supposed to have some proud
A forth of the people in the line be hookers
But the other forth betta ask help themself

A forth of the people having good faith
And all of the rest all fucked up in the head

A bald headed stank bitch is about to make me laugh
And a nigga who need a bath is asking for my autograph
Ain′t nothing changed but the time
I got to get mine, so I'm standing 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 car in this land of milk and honey

I walked through the front door fill out my app
Here comes another sap asking if I rap
I don′t say a word coz he know that I do
I'm down with the MAAD ass U know Hoo!
I take a numer and a seat

I′m sweating 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 IS 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 really know it

Now they asking me a gang of questions cause I told them I was homeless
I′m living in a car drive back in the alley
But I use to shack up with a hooker named Sally
Line after line

Ruff is the time
My life is in a bomb so I′m standing 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 car in this land of milk and honey

I'm sittin' at a desk talking to a social worker
She thinks I′m a fool but I know that I can work her
Punk ass ho′ sittin' behind the window all toe up ass tramp
Runnin that ol′ weak shit talkin' about

"You have a penetentry record"
I said I know that BIATCH!

She wants to know what kind a work do I do
I said I haven′t worked since 1982
I can't find a job though I looked and I looked
Took one hit of the crack and mistook

She sittin there wonderin′ what did coz I did
And the whole time I'ma watchin like I'm smokin me a joint
Job search work the projects whackness
And in a few weeks I′d get my check

Now I got to wait for them to call me trough the window
So I can get some cash to pay for the hotel and the bathshow
It′s 5:13 by the clock on the wall
Mothafuckez move so I can make a phonecall

Shit is getting late and the time is 29
That why so many niggas standing 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 car in this land of milk and honey
This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
You got to have a car (This-this-this)

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