2 Live Crew - Hangin' Out Lyrics
[intro]Its not the way to do it![gunshots]Shut up *****!Yeahhhhh boyyyyy!You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge.This is serious business.Come by boy!Verse 1: [fresh kid ice]Hangin on the corner, lookin real sportyCoolin with the fellas while downin a 40Nothing to do, just killin timeSittin on my ride with my hand on my 9Gettin a buzz, feelin kinda niceHomie dropped a 20, so we shot some diceWe played for a while, till my luck was outSo the *****es walked by and my dick popped outRankin on the *****es hanging in the streetIts feedin time, so hoe, come eatNibble on this dick, make me just say pleaseYou know how its done, like a rat does cheeseThe hoe started buggin, jumped in my faceSince the boys were stressin, I had to punch her in the faceGrabbed the weave, stuffed it in her mouthDont ***** with the kid while Im hangin out!(interval: marquis talking. most of his words are indistinct.)Verse 2: [brother marquis]Me and my nigga, rollin hardHangin out, the whole nine yardsIm smokin a fat one, takin a 40 to the headWatch out, fool, get shot deadAnd *****es clownin, cryin and all thatBut yet, still, I keep my gatRollin real hard in a six-tre (63)Mother*****in punk, step out my wayAnd all you fools in the game, you silly-ass lamesYou cant ***** with me; Im wild and not tameLike a savage beast, Im out on the streetSo, mother*****er, whats up with that? you wanted beef?Punk, you got a problem? Ill solve em!I pulled his gat; his life cost himSo dont ***** with me while Im around in the backIm always strapped when Im hangin out!
