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madlib - cue 3 lyrics

[sample]
my great, great grandaddy, you know
he the one who owned –
remember the indian that sold manhattan to the white man
yo, that’s my great, great grandfather, you know
um, m-m-my album m-my name is in history and all that
so, you know, i-i just figured he owned manhattan
and i go into manhattan everyday, baby
and i see all these buildings
som-something has to get paid from somewhere
you know what i’m sayin’?
i just, i just wa-want to be respected in this world
i don’t want to down our family trait
like, like we, like we ain’t got nothing
you know what i’m sayin’?
i want, i want to have something
i want to have something for m-m-my kids
and m-my families, and my mom and dad
i want to have good things for them
life is good, but i need money, you know?
cuz i got to take care of my children and my families and stuff like that
that’s what basically –

[instrumental]

[sample]
“boss?”
“oh, hi, how are you?”
“how are you today?”
“fine”
“um, are you sitting down?”
“yes”
“uh, i’m afraid i have some bad news for you”
“what do you mean bad news?”
“um, i understand that bob’s been with us with almost twenty-years now and -”
“bob’s okay, isn’t he?”
“uh, oh bob’s fine, a little upset, but fine. uh, he’s been a good worker for us, he’s made all his quotas, his bonuses have always been in line. um, but we’re gonna have to let him go. i don’t know quite how to tell you.”
“why are you firing him? what’s the big reason, what did he do?”
“it’s a little delicate. unfortunately, we found him on top of his desk making love to his secretary”
“oh, that son of a b-tch!”
“well, i can understand you’re being upset at this point, but -”
“upset is not the word! that stupid rotten son of a b-tch! i can’t believe this!”
“well, um, he’s gonna need your support through this”
“support my f—ing -ss!”
“alright, right now he’s on his way home now”
“on his way home to me -”
“yes”
“he’s got another thing coming when he gets home. i’m gonna tape the locks on the door, i’m throwing his s— outside on the front lawn. he can just have it all. i’m not even gonna be here when he gets back. that son of a b-tch! and now, now, i don’t feel so bad about f—ing his brother!”

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