Artist: Little Brother Album: Little Brother & Mick Boogie: And Justus For All Song: Last Day Typed by: firstname.lastname@example.org [Phonte] 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 of all 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 And 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, 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 niggaz alive Buy 400 dollars woth of Nautica and pay for it in fives Around six or seven, that's when you see the blacks The girls wit' big booties that rock 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 They in there like (Excuse me, my friend, what is the price?) Nigga, the price says ten, so that means ten brother 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 befiting of this store So I say "I got my fall clothes already, 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 be, knamsayin? The comapny 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!