Welfare Love Lyrics - First Come First Served - Dr. Dooom

Hey baby, this the one Dr. Dooom 

I still love you 'cause you ain't plastic 

Makin' them peanut butter sandwiches 

Babies cryin', runnin' around with dirty diapers 

The way you used to make the Kool-Aid 

With the weave all in your hair 

Even some droppin' down in my soup 

I could excuse that 

It's welfare love, section eight 

It's welfare love, section eight 

It's welfare love, section eight 

It's welfare love, section eight 

Girl we been through a lot 

Every season I used to bug you out on the couch 

For different reasons, you thought I was crazy 

Catchin' a Greyhound bus down South 

Collectin' lightning bugs 

And bring a dead mouse in the house 

Holdin a fortune with a jar of termites 

I used to blast the Delphonics 

In a glowing room with black lights 

Colt 45 had me sportin' a wig like Billy Dee 

I was a Melle Mel fan, always bumpin' Run DMC 

We stuck together when one of my parakeets died 

You broke down and cried for the love of animals 

I used to always cut the legs off a roach 

See if he'll stay there on a piece of tissue 

And give him a piece of toast 

That morning, he would wake up and be gone 

What the insect had a ambulance? 

As a little boy eatin' ice cream in the cold project apartment 

I used to see rats dance, my aunt used to lay down the poison 

And say, "Y'all makin' too much noise" 

(Too much noise, oh, too much) 

It's welfare love, section eight 

It's welfare love, section eight 

It's welfare love, section eight 

It's welfare love, section eight 

Grabbing crackers out the 'frigerator 

I was a terrible masturbator 

I was looking at Black Tail and Penthouse 

Since I was in a incubator 

With Similak aimin' my bottle 

At a fine nurse's ass-crack 

It was a pleasure to collect ants 

Havin' 'em in my Billy the Kid pants 

Allergic to chocolate, chewin' Oreo's and I couldn't stop it 

I remember the days when King Vitamin was in the supermarket 

Kool-Aid was syrupy, my mom used to make it real slurpy 

Don't believe in Santa Claus 

They had a dope pea coat filled with mothballs 

Lint everywhere with UTZ chips livin' debonair 

Fly girls with onion rings on the staircase 

I had Pro-Keds with Lee suits 

Always used to stare in your face 

Take you on the roof, check out my pigeon coop 

Dressed up like Dracula 

Eatin' a slice of pizza on your stoop 

Neighbors knew I was a nerdy 

On the Bronx streets I was seven thirty 

Girls you was infatuated with my quarter fill 

(Hey baby, check this out) 

It's welfare love, section eight 

It's welfare love, section eight 

It's welfare love, section eight 

It's welfare love, section eight 

Yeah 

(It's welfare love) 

You look so beautiful baby 

(Welfare love) 

With your long hair 

(Welfare love) 

The way you got it done, sewed in 

(Welfare love) 

Babies walkin' around cryin' 

(Section eight, section eight) 

Food all over the floor 

The kitchen sink messed up 

(Welfare love) 

It's that old ghetto smell in the house 

People comin' over to borrow sugar 

That's the way I like it 

Cereal all over the floor