Standin' On A Corner
(专辑: Hoodmorning (No Typo): Candy Coronas - 2011)
[Verse 1: Game] Big blunts in the
air, I
don't even care Spilling Ace of Spades on my all white airs Stunting in my J's I
got every pair, they put out since '85 Cus a
nigga bout his gear Hoes all up in my ear, cus I'm styling Try to go bottle for bottle with us, Can't do it, money we running through us So competition throw the
towel in We over here, with fireworks up in the
air Bitches with good hair, cus you know we about to spark Bobby Ray just walked in, Wiz about to park The
party bout to start, jewelry glowing in the
dark We got all the
bitches wet, Skylar Diggins from the
[?] And you know your boy is sharp, cus she in my bed I
tell her take her clothes off, and open her legs Keep them Louboutins on when she giving head Cus you already know my favorite colour RED! I'm getting bread while I'm [Chorus: Game] Standing on the
corner Washing my low low I
got my dime in the
crib, I'm in my Polo Soon as your boy hit the
streets, you know that I'm clean So fresh and so clean, Outcast know what I
mean I
throw that Andre 3000, one in the
changer And I
don't ride through the
hood, with out one in the
chamber You know I
used to broke but: now nigga I'm getting it [Verse 2: B.o.B] As I
roll up up, I
sit back and laugh in amazement As how this all started in bottom of a
basement Back when I
got started, nigga saying "your shit is basic" Now when you mention me, you must say Grammy nominated All these haters drunk of hate, they basically wasted Call a
cab for these niggas, cus they ain't gonna make it Can somebody please tell me just where Bobby Ray is Well he's probably faded, probably in a
spaceship Probably outside of his mind, cus you know he crazy But I
kind of dig his style, it's pretty contagious Man them: probably doing him all kind of favors I
mean, it's gotta be absolutely outrageous Well, I
couldn't tell you what it is More people tell me that they down, the
bigger that I
get But I
just keep doing my thang, cruise control in my own lane And let these suckers complain [Chorus 2: B.o.B] I'm standing on the
corner, watching the
world go I
got my dime in the
crib, rolling up that dojo Soon as your boy hit the
stage you know the
screaming It's that pandemonium, if you know what I
mean I
throw that Eastside up, Compton to Decatur And on the
Westside, I
hit the
homie Game up I
used to be unknown But now niggas is listening, now niggas is listenin [Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa] Big money talk, big joint to spark These Jordans on my feet, that's how big money walk Shawty give me head, like she don't need body parts Running my city like the
King of New York Popping champagne, hit him with the
cork Eating so good, nigga need a
fork And I
ball hard, nigga need a
court The
way little mama give me brain, I
swear she must have been a
dork Duhhhhh, you know me I
keep one rolled up Smoking with my bitch from overseas, where my Porsche from And these hating niggas get no love I
be rolling weed, getting rich, fucking they bitch Letting you spend all of your m, sending her on trips I
meet her there, you know, 'cus you smell the
weed in her hair You worried bout me keeping it player, instead you failed Treated her fair, don't need to look, she in the
air [Chorus 3: Wiz Khalifa] Standing on the
corner, talking that shit You ain't really saying nothing, just hating on pimpin Every time I'm in my car I'm smoking that green Even though this real life, it's like a
movie scene I
ain't in the
club If I
don't blaze up It don't matter where I
go, I'm throwing my gang up Nobody used to know me but but Now a
nigga famous, now a
nigga famous