The Game - Standing On A Corner Lyrics
[Game - Verse 1]Big blunts in the air, I don't even careSpilling Ace of Spades on my all white airsStuntin in my J'sI got every pair, they put out since '85Cus a n–ga bout his gearHoes all up in my ear, cus I'm stylin'Try to go bottle for bottle with us, Can't do it, money we runnin through usSo competition throw the towel inWe over here, with fireworks up in the air*****es with good hair, cus you know we about to sparkBobby Ray just walked in, Wiz about to parkThe party bout to start, jewelry glowing in the darkWe got all the *****es wet, Skylar Diggins from the?And you know your boy is sharp, cus she in my bedI tell her take her clothes off, and open her legsKeep them Louboutins on when she giving headCus you already know my favorite colour RED! I'm gettin bread while I'm[Game Chorus]Standing on the cornerWatching my logoI got my dime in the crib, iron in my PoloSoon as your boy hit the streets, you know that I'm cleanSo fresh and so clean, Outcast know what I meanI throw that Andre 3000, one in the changerAnd I don't ride through the hood, with out one in the chamberYou know I used to broke but... now n–ga I'm getting it[B.o.B - Verse 2]As I roll up up, I sit back and laugh in amazementAs how this all started in bottom of a basementBack when I got started, n–ga saying "your shit is basic"Now when you mention me, you must say Grammy nominatedAll these haters drunk of hate, they basically wastedCall a cab for these n–gas, cus they aint gon make itCan somebody please tell me just where Bobby Ray isWell he's prolly faded, prolly in a spaceshipProlly outside of his mind, cus you know he crazyBut I kind of dig his style, it's pretty contagiousMan them... prolly doing him all kind of favorsI mean, it's gotta be absolutely outrageousWell, I couldn't tell you what it isMore people tell me that they down, the bigger that I getBut I just keep doing my thang, cruise control in my own laneAnd let these suckas complain[B.o.B - Chorus 2]I'm standing on the corner, watching the world goI got my dime in the crib, holding up their doloSoon as your boy hit the stage you know the screamingIt's that pandemonium, if you know what I meanI throw that Eastside up, Compton to DecaturAnd on the Westside, I hit the homie Game up[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 3]I used to be letting on, now the n–gas listeningBig money talk, big joint to sparkThese Jordans on my feet, that's hoe big money walkShawty give me head, like she don't need body partsRunning my city like the King of New YorkPoppin' champagne, hit him with the corkEating so good, n–ga need a forkAnd I ball hard, n–ga need a courtThe way lil mama give me brain, I swear she must have been a dorkDurrrrrr, you know me I keep one rolled upSmoking with my ***** from overseas, where my Porsche fromAnd these hating n–gas get no loveI be rolling weed, getting rich, f-cking they *****Letting you spend all of your m, sending her on tripsI meet her there, you know, 'cus you smell the weed in her hairYou worried bout me keeping it player, instead you failedTreated her fair, don't need to look, she in the air[Wiz - Chorus 3]Standing on the corner, talking that shitYou ain't really saying nothing, just hating of himEvery time I'm in my car I'm smoking that greenEven though this real life, it's like a movie sceneI ain't in the club... It don't matter where I go, I'm throwing my gang upNobody used to know me but butNow a n-gga famous, now a n–ga famous
