Street Corner Lyrics - World Party - Goodie Mob

Don't know why I'm folding? 

Illegal substance controlling, still outdoors rolling 

Don't know why I'm folding? 

Illegal substance controlling, still outdoors rolling 

Enhance the game, but give me the Benz 

While I send my word 

It's lightly packed [Incomprehensible] giving a fuck 

Bitch I got's to eat too while I catch up like Heinz 

On the hook for my family tree 

East to west to south is booted in this red clay 

And everyday I get up and work my ass to the bone 

So I can pay for me a home, in the ghetto or the woods, to build 

I'm packing my steel too 

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Slow rolling, everybody in this clique holding 

Anything we riding in is stolen 

And you can tell when a nigga on round' here 

His neck and his wrists be all frozen 

You wanna go bust because some fool caught you dozing 

Out on the ave posing 

But you ain't no more good, like a used up Trojan 

You horsing around, now your spot finna' be closing down 

We brang them guns, you tote them roses 

Indecent exposure, beat you till' you're swollen 

Now here, put some ice on that 

Work with, reject heavy crack now pick up, pick up, pick up 

Don't know why I'm folding? 

Illegal substance controlling, still outdoors rolling 

Don't know why I'm folding? 

Illegal substance controlling, still out 

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Hold up, wait up, gipp swolled in here 

My eyes getting little and its hard to steer 

Reverse safe, can't wait, communicate next tale 

Kept my money in the floor so I can chalk bail 

And anything you got for me, just hold 

'Cause I'll be back one day to get them folds 

Take a second to regroup, get back in the loop 

See the veins never change, only part is in the name 

I ain't that old, wanna play me cold 

Wanna treat me like a wrangler wanna snatch my gold 

See I was raised by a man, so a man you see 

Came up in the trailers of Fulton County 

Hard top for the winter, soft top for the summer 

If we caught roaming the streets, we some runners 

From the street corners 

Well when you looking at me make sure that 

I'm trapping and slowed down 

Still suffer from sunrise till' the sun done gone down 

Before I go any further, fool let me break it on down 

Get blasting with the best and get brutally blown down 

Yes sire! Collapse and get caught in the crossfire 

Talking shit at one time, but nowadays your cause higher 

From the hatred, hunger, hopelessness, yes I kill 

So I guess I'm no better than the rest 

But I try to be somehow these streets feel so fly to me 

I'm a get it right Lord, "Cee-Lo, don't you lie to me!" 

I hope this work here work me a way up out this 

Hey, don't wanna die the same way my buddy 

Did the other day damn 

Don't know why I'm folding? 

Illegal substance controlling, still outdoors rolling 

Don't know why I'm folding? 

Illegal substance controlling, still outdoors rolling 

Don't know why I'm folding? 

Illegal substance controlling, still outdoors rolling 

Don't know why I'm folding? 

Illegal substance controlling, still outdoors rolling 

Don't know why I'm folding? 

Illegal substance controlling, still outdoors rolling