Goodie Mob F Sleepy Brown - Street Corner Lyrics
Hook?don't know why i'm folding?Illegal substance controlling, still outdoors rolling(x2)(t-mo)Enhance the game, but give me the benzWhile i send my wordIt's lightly packed ????? giving a ********** i gots to eat tooWhile i catch up like heinzOn the hook for my family treeEast to west to south is booted in this red clayAnd everyday i get up and work my ass to the boneSo i can pay for me a home, in the ghetto or the woods,to buildI'm packing my steel too(khujo)Slow rolling, everybody in this clique holdingAnything we riding in is stolenAnd you can tell when a nigga on round' hereHis neck and his wrists be all frozenYou wanna go bust because some fool caught you dozingOut on the ave posingBut you ain't no more good, like a used up trojanYou horsing around, now your spot finna' be closing downWe brang them guns, you tote them rosesIndecent exposure, beat you till' you're swollenNow here, put some ice on thatWork with, reject heavy crack now pick up pick up pick upHook(big gipp)Hold up, wait up, gipp swolled in hereMy eyes getting little and its hard to steerReverse safe, can't wait, communicate next taleKept my money in the floor so i can chalk bailAnd anything you got for me, just holdCause i'll be back one day to get them foldsTake a second to regroup, get back in the loopSee the veins never change, only part is in the nameI ain't that old, wanna play me coldWanna treat me like a ?wrangler? wanna snatch my goldSee i was raised by a man, so a man you seeCame up in the trailors of fulton countyHard top for the winter, soft top for the summerIf we caught roaming the streets, we some runners>from the street corners(cee-lo)Well when you looking at me make sure that i'm trapping and slowed downStill suffer from sunrise till' the sun done gone downBefore i go any further, fool let me break it on downGet blasting with the best and get brutally blown downYes sire! collapse and get caught in the crossfireTalking shit at one time, but nowadays your cause higherFrom the hatred, hunger, hopelessness, yes i killSo i guess i'm no better than the restBut i try to beSomehow these streets feel so fly to meI'm a get it right lord "cee-lo, don't you lie to me!"I hope this work here work me a way up out thisHey, don't wanna die the same way my buddy did the other dayDamnHook
