County line de Coolio

Verse one:
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 beggin for a newport
There's 4 5 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 clout
A forth of the people in the line be hookers
But the other forth betta ask help themself
A forth of the people havent 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 asking for my autograph
Ain't nothing changed but the time
I got to get mine, so i'm standing in the county line

Chorus:
This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
Coz 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 the conned, in this land of milk and honey

Verse two:
I walked through the front door to fill out my ap
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 number and a seat
I'm sweating from the heat
Somebody got their shoes off
I smell their 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 even know it
Now they asking me a gang of questions coz i told them i was homeless
I'm living in a car out back in the alley
But i use to shack up with a hooker named sally
Line after line
What is the time
My life is in a bomb so i'm standing in the county line

Chorus

Verse three:
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
Rollin' that week sheets of mine
"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 1992
I can't find a job though i looked and i looked
Took one hit of the crack and mistook
She sittin there wonderin' when i get to the point 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
Bum for some change so i can make a phone call
Shit is getting late and the time is 29
That why so many niggas standing in the county line
Chorus 2x to fade