On The Corner Lyrics - Rolling Stoned - Smoke Dza

[Hook - Big KRIT] 

Once upon a time on the corner 

There was a Pimp, there was a playa 

Sharp as a razor with alligators 

One time on the corner 

There was a trick that paid to play 

That always came but never stayed 

One time on the corner 

There was a ho that always chose 

To get the high - she took the lows 

One time on the corner 

There was a baller, shot-caller 

Baby mamas and baby fathers 

One time on the corner 

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[Smoke DZA] 

He was the future, pure shooter, he was dead nice 

? fast life 

Pops went AWOL, moms got laid off 

Fuckin with the gangstas, now you barely wanna play ball 

Started hanging out with Dave, coming out early 

He was hitting? patch, you know, 70/30 

He tryna save up for that Ferregamo crewneck 

Was already?, about to be? 

Eating fresh, bitches fuck him with his 2-step 

Fuckin with this bitch named Keno 

Bad little bimbo, wasn't about shit 

Do anything for a light-up and a mil from Jimbo 

Grimey bitch, had the sights strained 

Had some niggas catching/flipping like a dice game 

Go figure. Used to want to be a Laker 

Now he wanna wake up 

Damn, what a way to make paper... 

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[Hook - Bun B] 

Once upon a time on the corner 

There was a Pimp, there was a playa 

Sharp as a razor with alligators 

One time on the corner 

There was a trick that paid to play 

That always came but never stayed 

One time on the corner 

There was a ho that always chose 

To get the high - she took the lows 

One time on the corner 

There was a baller, shot-caller 

Baby mamas and baby fathers 

One time on the corner 

[Big KRIT] 

Dedicated to the players in the candy-painted cars 

Them boys from the hood that's burning purple 

Sipping? with the boppers on the side 

Of their ride, looking fine 

On the corner, sweating, thugs and them hustlers 

On the grind, that's exactly where they came from 

Where they got their game from 

Straight out the streets, that's where 

They got their ghetto fame from 

Represent they hood and they represent well 

And they riding for their homies til they RIP as well 

Tell by the smoke that they smoking on that fruity 

Putting on for their city daily: it's their duty 

Shorty's got booty, trunk's got bang 

Their steering wheel is wood 

So they're gripping on the grain 

The dope is in their shoes 

And the money in their pocket 

The pistol's in their left and they ain't even 

Got to cock it.? 

And tomorrow they'll be right back