Corner Story

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, "Fuck, it ain't nothin' we can do"

But to continue our mission down the block for the brew

And we out (yeah, yeah)

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

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

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