Street Corner (Explicit) - Goodie Mob

Written by：Robert T. Barnett/Patrick Brown/Thomas Burton/Joi Gilliam/Cameron Gipp/Willie Knighton/R. Murray/R. Wade/Jamahr Williams

Don't know why I'm folding

Illegal substance controlling still outdoors rolling

Don't know why I'm folding

Illegal substance controlling still outdoors rolling

Enhance the game but give me the Benz

While I send my word

It's lightly packed giving a f**k

B**ch I goes to eat too

While I catch up like Heinz

On the hook for my family tree

East to west to south is booted in this red clay

And everyday I get up and work my a** to the bone

So I can pay for me a home in

The ghetto or the woods to build

I'm packing my steel too

Slow rolling everybody in this clique holding

Anything we riding in is stolen

And you can tell when a niggle on round' here

His neck and his wrists be all frozen

You wanna go bust because some fool caught you dozing

Out on the ave posing

But you ain't no more good like a used up Trojan

You horsing around now your spot finna' be closing down

We Brant them guns you tote them roses

Indecent exposure beat you till' you're swollen

Now here put some ice on that

Work with reject heavy crack now pick up pick up pick up

Don't know why I'm folding

Illegal substance controlling still outdoors rolling

Don't know why I'm folding

Illegal substance controlling still outdoors rolling

Hold up wait up gimp swelled in here

My eyes getting little and its hard to steer

Reverse safe can't wait communicate next tale

Kept my money in the floor so I can chalk bail

And anything you got for me just hold

Cause I'll be back one day to get them folds

Take a second to regroup get back in the loop

See the veins never change only part is in the name

I ain't that old wanna play me cold

Wanna treat me like a wrangler wanna snatch my gold

See I was raised by a man so a man you see

Came up in the Trailways of Fulton county

Hard top for the winter soft top for the summer

If we caught roaming the streets we some runners

From the street corners

Well when you looking at me

Make sure that I'm trapping and slowed down

Still suffer from sunrise till' the sun done gone down

Before I go any further fool let me break it on down

Get blasting with the best and get brutally blown down

Yes sire collapse and get caught in the crossfire

Talking sh*t at one time but nowadays your cause higher

From the hatred hunger hopelessness yes I kill

So I guess I'm no better than the rest

But I try to be

Somehow these streets feel so fly to me

I'm a get it right lord see lo don't you lie to me

I hope this work here work me a way up out this

Hey don't wanna die the same way my buddy did the other day

D**n

Don't know why I'm folding

Illegal substance controlling still outdoors rolling

Don't know why I'm folding

Illegal substance controlling still outdoors rolling

Don't know why I'm folding

Illegal substance controlling still outdoors rolling

Don't know why I'm folding

Illegal substance controlling still outdoors rolling