Hangin' Out Lyrics - 2 Live Crew

It's not the way to do it 

Shut up bitch 

Yeah, boy 

You are now about to witness 

The strength of street knowledge 

This is serious business 

Come by boy 

Hangin' on the corner, lookin' real sporty 

Coolin' with the fellas while downin' a 40 

Nothing to do, just killin' time 

Sittin' on my ride with my hand on my 9 

Gettin' a buzz, feelin' kinda nice 

Homie dropped a 20, so we shot some dice 

We played for a while, till my luck was out 

So the bitches walked by and my dick popped out 

Rankin' on the bitches hanging in the street 

It's feedin' time, so hoe, come eat 

Nibble on this dick, make me just say please 

You know how it's done, like a rat does cheese 

The hoe started buggin', jumped in my face 

Since the boys were stressin', I had to punch her in the face 

Grabbed the weave, stuffed it in her mouth 

Don't fuck with the Kid while I'm hangin' out 

Me and my nigga, rollin' hard 

Hangin' out, the whole nine yards 

I'm smokin' a fat one, takin' a 40 to the head 

Watch out, fool, get shot dead 

And bitches clownin', cryin' and all that 

But yet, still, I keep my gat 

Rollin' real hard in a six-tre 

Motherfuckin' punk, step out my way 

And all you fools in the game, you silly ass lames 

You can't fuck with me, I'm wild and not tame 

Like a savage beast, I'm out on the street 

So, motherfucker, what's up with that? You wanted beef? 

Punk, you got a problem? I'll solve 'em 

I pulled his gat, his life cost him 

So don't fuck with me while I'm around in the back 

I'm always strapped when I'm hangin' out