Standin On A Corner Lyrics - Hood Morning - Game

[Game - Verse 1] 

Big blunts in the air, I dont even care 

Spilling Ace of Spades on my all white airs 

Stuntin in my J's 

I got every pair, they put out since '85 

Cus a nga bout his gear 

Hoes all up in my ear, cus im stylin' 

Try to go bottle for bottle with us, 

Can't do it, money we runnin through us 

So competition throw the towel in 

We over here, with fireworks up in the air 

Bitches with good hair, cus you know we about to spark 

Bobby Ray just walked in, Wiz about to park 

The party bout to start, jewelry glowing in the dark 

We got all the bitches wet, Skylar Diggins from the ? 

and you know your boy is sharp, cus she in my bed 

I tell her take her clothes off, and open her legs 

Keep them Louboutins on when she giving head 

Cus you already know my favorite colour RED! 

Im gettin bread while im 

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[Game Chorus] 

Standing on the corner 

Watching my logo 

I got my dime in the crib, iron in my Polo 

Soon as your boy hit the streets, you know that I'm clean 

So fresh and so clean, Outcast know what I mean 

I throw that Andre 3000, one in the changer 

And I dont ride through the hood, with out one in the chamber 

You know i used to be broke but now nga im getting it 

[B.o.B - Verse 2] 

As I roll up up, I sit back and laugh in amazement 

As how this all started in bottom of a basement 

Back when i got started, nga saying "your shit is basic" 

Now when you mention me, you must say Grammy nominated 

All these haters drunk of hate, they basically wasted 

Call a cab for these ngas, cus they aint gon make it 

Can somebody please tell me just where Bobby Ray is 

Well he's prolly faded, prolly in a spaceship 

Prolly outside of his mind, cus you know he crazy 

But I kind of dig his style, its pretty contagious 

Man them prolly doing him all kind of favors 

I mean, it's gotta be absolutely outrageous 

Well, I couldn't tell you what it is 

More people tell me that they down, the bigger that I get 

But I just keep doing my thang, cruise control in my own lane 

And let these suckas complain 

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[B.o.B - Chorus 2] 

Im standing on the corner, watching the world go 

I got my dime in the crib, holding up their dolo 

Soon as your boy hit the stage you know the screaming 

Its that pandemonium, if you know what i mean 

I throw that Eastside up, Compton to Decatur 

And on the Westside, I hit the homie Game up 

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 3] 

I used to be letting on, now the ngas listening 

Big money talk, big joint to spark 

These Jordans on my feet, that's hoe big money walk 

Shawty give me head, like she don't need body parts 

Running my city like the King of New York 

Poppin' champagne, hit him with the cork 

Eating so good, nga need a fork 

And i ball hard, nga need a court 

The way lil mama give me brain, i swear she must have been a dork 

Durrrrrr, you know me i keep one rolled up 

Smoking with my bitch from overseas, where my Porsche from 

And these hating ngas get no love 

I be rolling weed, getting rich, f-cking they bitch 

Letting you spend all of your m, sending her on trips 

I meet her there, you know, 'cus you smell the weed in her hair 

You worried bout me keeping it player, instead you failed 

Treated her fair, don't need to look, she in the air 

[Wiz - Chorus 3] 

Standing on the corner, talking that shit 

You ain't really saying nothing, just hating of him 

Every time i'm in my car i'm smoking that green 

Even though this real life, its like a movie scene 

I ain't in the club if I Don't Blaze Up 

It don't matter where I go, I'm throwing my gang up 

Nobody used to know me but but 

Now a n-gga famous, now a nga famous