Corner Story 歌词
| 歌曲 | Corner Story |
| 歌手 | Del tha Funkee Homosapien |
| 专辑 | Future Development |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Carter, Jones | |
| We 'bout to roll to the corner me and my crew | |
| We 'bout to roll to the corner and get us some brew | |
| We 'bout to roll to the corner and get some swishers too | |
| So we can roll a fat blunt and get perved | |
| Another fine day in this land I live | |
| Oakland we're they don't give a shit and that's it | |
| You know I'm sellin dank and split the profit 50/50 | |
| With this other brother who went in half with me | |
| Now, first before we burst the move | |
| We gotta sooth our nerves with the liquor | |
| Then we don't bicker | |
| We'll be relaxed ask your mama | |
| This shit is like a war zone | |
| Streets is hot like the Bahamas | |
| But we will stay away from the drama | |
| I'm wearin' my snipe, my arctic jacket with the wool like a llama | |
| But then we had to pause like a comma | |
| Cause someone got stuck and bucked and family was outside with trauma | |
| We heard the shots from inside and whenever gats go off | |
| I hit the deck and hide | |
| And if po-po said they got there on time they lied | |
| But you gotta give them credit they try | |
| I see a mother cry and I'm wondering why | |
| And my man said **** it aint nothin' we can do | |
| But to continue our mission down the block for the brew | |
| And we out (yeah, yeah) | |
| [Chorus 2x] | |
| On our way we 'bout half way there | |
| Children runnin' everywhere like they just don't care | |
| The Muslim Bakery is like right between | |
| And if I pass by with beer they will look at me mean | |
| So I ducks in and gets my Final Call now | |
| Cause still my brain gotta be well endowed and proud | |
| The ambulances signals and glances | |
| So let's hurry up and don't take no chances | |
| Niggas step to us trying to rap like we got all the answers | |
| In front of the store trying to work that slide ahead | |
| The panhandlers, they not no amateurs | |
| Daily reminders of how I gotta find a way to come up | |
| It sums up life along with the kids and a wife | |
| But anyway, we pass the local grocery store | |
| And you can be sure the meats and the produce ain't good no more | |
| Some of it is from days before | |
| I want it fresh and the clerk ain't my race so he stress | |
| They doin me in my community - **** it, we there | |
| Aint enough for a 6 pack so we had to share | |
| A nice little stroll through the April spring air | |
| We hide our shit so the Nation don't see it there | |
| [Chorus 2x] |
| zuo ci : Carter, Jones | |
| We ' bout to roll to the corner me and my crew | |
| We ' bout to roll to the corner and get us some brew | |
| We ' bout to roll to the corner and get some swishers too | |
| So we can roll a fat blunt and get perved | |
| Another fine day in this land I live | |
| Oakland we' re they don' t give a shit and that' s it | |
| You know I' m sellin dank and split the profit 50 50 | |
| With this other brother who went in half with me | |
| Now, first before we burst the move | |
| We gotta sooth our nerves with the liquor | |
| Then we don' t bicker | |
| We' ll be relaxed ask your mama | |
| This shit is like a war zone | |
| Streets is hot like the Bahamas | |
| But we will stay away from the drama | |
| I' m wearin' my snipe, my arctic jacket with the wool like a llama | |
| But then we had to pause like a comma | |
| Cause someone got stuck and bucked and family was outside with trauma | |
| We heard the shots from inside and whenever gats go off | |
| I hit the deck and hide | |
| And if popo said they got there on time they lied | |
| But you gotta give them credit they try | |
| I see a mother cry and I' m wondering why | |
| And my man said it aint nothin' we can do | |
| But to continue our mission down the block for the brew | |
| And we out yeah, yeah | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| On our way we ' bout half way there | |
| Children runnin' everywhere like they just don' t care | |
| The Muslim Bakery is like right between | |
| And if I pass by with beer they will look at me mean | |
| So I ducks in and gets my Final Call now | |
| Cause still my brain gotta be well endowed and proud | |
| The ambulances signals and glances | |
| So let' s hurry up and don' t take no chances | |
| Niggas step to us trying to rap like we got all the answers | |
| In front of the store trying to work that slide ahead | |
| The panhandlers, they not no amateurs | |
| Daily reminders of how I gotta find a way to come up | |
| It sums up life along with the kids and a wife | |
| But anyway, we pass the local grocery store | |
| And you can be sure the meats and the produce ain' t good no more | |
| Some of it is from days before | |
| I want it fresh and the clerk ain' t my race so he stress | |
| They doin me in my community it, we there | |
| Aint enough for a 6 pack so we had to share | |
| A nice little stroll through the April spring air | |
| We hide our shit so the Nation don' t see it there | |
| Chorus 2x |
| zuò cí : Carter, Jones | |
| We ' bout to roll to the corner me and my crew | |
| We ' bout to roll to the corner and get us some brew | |
| We ' bout to roll to the corner and get some swishers too | |
| So we can roll a fat blunt and get perved | |
| Another fine day in this land I live | |
| Oakland we' re they don' t give a shit and that' s it | |
| You know I' m sellin dank and split the profit 50 50 | |
| With this other brother who went in half with me | |
| Now, first before we burst the move | |
| We gotta sooth our nerves with the liquor | |
| Then we don' t bicker | |
| We' ll be relaxed ask your mama | |
| This shit is like a war zone | |
| Streets is hot like the Bahamas | |
| But we will stay away from the drama | |
| I' m wearin' my snipe, my arctic jacket with the wool like a llama | |
| But then we had to pause like a comma | |
| Cause someone got stuck and bucked and family was outside with trauma | |
| We heard the shots from inside and whenever gats go off | |
| I hit the deck and hide | |
| And if popo said they got there on time they lied | |
| But you gotta give them credit they try | |
| I see a mother cry and I' m wondering why | |
| And my man said it aint nothin' we can do | |
| But to continue our mission down the block for the brew | |
| And we out yeah, yeah | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| On our way we ' bout half way there | |
| Children runnin' everywhere like they just don' t care | |
| The Muslim Bakery is like right between | |
| And if I pass by with beer they will look at me mean | |
| So I ducks in and gets my Final Call now | |
| Cause still my brain gotta be well endowed and proud | |
| The ambulances signals and glances | |
| So let' s hurry up and don' t take no chances | |
| Niggas step to us trying to rap like we got all the answers | |
| In front of the store trying to work that slide ahead | |
| The panhandlers, they not no amateurs | |
| Daily reminders of how I gotta find a way to come up | |
| It sums up life along with the kids and a wife | |
| But anyway, we pass the local grocery store | |
| And you can be sure the meats and the produce ain' t good no more | |
| Some of it is from days before | |
| I want it fresh and the clerk ain' t my race so he stress | |
| They doin me in my community it, we there | |
| Aint enough for a 6 pack so we had to share | |
| A nice little stroll through the April spring air | |
| We hide our shit so the Nation don' t see it there | |
| Chorus 2x |
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