| Get your lazy butt up off my couch
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| Get your lazy butt up off
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| Get your lazy butt up off
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| Get your lazy butt up off my couch
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| It seems nowadays friends step to me bogus
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| And end up on my couch at night without notice
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| It’s cool to have a friend over every now and then but I gotta have my space
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| And I don’t wanna see their face
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| Like every single day of the week, talk is cheap
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| You betta find yourself another place to sleep
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| It ain’t my fault that ya moms got fed up
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| And now you wanna come to my crib and wet my bed up
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| You better find a job so you can get an apartment
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| And you can save your crocodile tears don’t even start with
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| The sob stories. |
| I got enough from the other seven brothas in the den playin'
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| Genesis
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| Damn I can’t win at this
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| Seems like I’m gonna have to flip
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| And tell those other brothas that they’re gonna have to skip
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| I’ve had it up to here with these lazy cats
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| They keep sleepin' on my couch and I’m tired of that
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| Get your lazy butt up off my couch
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| Get your lazy butt up off
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| Get your lazy butt up off
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| Get your lazy butt up off my couch
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| People come to my house and kinda wonder where the squadron’s at
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| They’re not gone, they’re just down at the laundrymat
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| Because they wear the same pairs of clothing
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| I’m taking up crazy patience just holding
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| My temper
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| I’m about to start charging rent for
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| Every single brother that kicked it with my mother eating biscuits on Saturday
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| morning like a family
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| The minute they step it’s like moms is crazy mad at me
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| Cause they’re in my mother’s room watching television
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| I feel like giving 'em the boot and say the hell with 'em
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| But if I give 'em the boot I’m not a friend though
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| Even though my room smells like dime bags of indo
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| But I can’t pretend like I haven’t been peepin' it
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| Even mom knows that my brothas been sleepin' on
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| My couch for weeks. |
| So your speeches fall flat
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| They keep sleepin' on my couch and I’m tired of that
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| Get your lazy butt up off my couch
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| Get your lazy butt up off
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| Get your lazy butt up off
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| Get your lazy butt up off my couch
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| Maybe this was just my upbringing perhaps
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| But I was taught that I shouldn’t take seven day naps
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| At other brothas' cribs like I don’t have a home
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| Brothas on my couch so much there’s like foam
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| Coming out the seams and a pair of jeans
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| Is missing from my closet, I wonder why I even bother being friendly
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| They’re running my ass like the Indy 5000
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| They went and wrinkled my mother’s blouse
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| When they snuck downstairs for a midnight snack
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| And ate the last slice of bread and a box of apple jacks
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| Then they hit the sack with the stereo blastin'
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| And even little Tyson is fed up, so I’m askin'
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| You all to jet, before I get upset
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| And throw each and every one of you bums out on your back
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| My house is a mess, so step ya little pest
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| Who was sleepin' on my couch cause I’m tired of that
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| Get your lazy butt up off my couch
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| Get your lazy butt up off
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| Get your lazy butt up off
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| Get your lazy butt up off my couch |