the world is so cold (I been) Hangin' on the corner Hey hey hey ! I got nothing to do And I got nothing to lose Hangin, hangin' on the corner Wasting
译文: 血血. 挂在角落.
you hang him high He shot my Billy dead and now it's time to die Delia went a walking down on Singapore Street With a three piece band on the corner
a me murda them all, I'm never gon' fall So I'ma murda them baby Get 'em up wid me thugs See 'em on the corner and they slanging them drugs Giving up
the Clair, keep it ruthless, Mo Thugs Little Layzie ya big boss, wanna floss on this Gotta make that cheese, yeah, nigga we gettin' 'em (It's on, on, on
what the outcome was Fuck with one fuck with all, we were bound by blood Not the blood of the gang but the blood of James It's out of love for this nigga
yet. Uh uh uh. Verse 1 *(Swoop G)* I hits the corner on three Daytonaz wit a bad ass bitch brought up in Gardena California Uh she started tuggin an rubbin on
, yo' bitch is on toss Drink up, if you really wanna run, y'all wild like Timmy on the drums They know, not to get me on the rum Four-fifth, that is
seat and put sunglasses on her And cruise around wit her for seven hours through California And have her wavin' at people then drop her off on the corner
into being all that the ghetto stopped you from seeing Bums on the sidewalk, garbage in the streets, abandoned buildings, bricks of concrete The ladies on the corner
more to keep me on a leash Here's a cc for the peeps that wanna see me in the streets Invest in Rockports and be easy on your feet Give a few hammers
My nuts hang, like D-boys on the corner And I could send a bitch nigga, a Bengal like Ty Warner I'm standing on a soap box, preaching the gospel On how
of nowhere Blood and crips be thuggin it Niggas be lovin that shit Bustin they guns to that shit Look at shorty over there On the street corner, packin
murder on the streets Killa capital, I?m blastin' you For the love of this dough, that?s what I have to do I'm posted up, corner king, they named me
nigga ballin' Some of you suckers is rottin', plottin' on what I got An' then you wonder why I shot him Stop givin' game for free, you wanna hang with
keep on tellin' me when to go So I'ma keep reppin' the Midwest Choppers freakin' flows And I'm about to be up on top of this and truly be bustin' Beggin' for
with my warm-ups Entertainer rap composer and performer Map located on the southern corner I'm making the way like they at a parade Niggaz get fitted for graves for going for