blink of a eye In the game I'm ahead of, spread love, call my fleet When I break bread, we all'll eat That's how we play from motown to va T.r., mad
OF you niggas believe i got somethin for ya, in the holsta In the bushes cocked, up on the porch i got a gauge and glock/ corner to corner this thing
yeah x11 Ooh the way you looking when you standing in the corner it takes over me And i can tell by the way looking baby girl you wanna get to know me
heater is in a corner Diamonds always exposed I roll with that Arizona Heater be hibernating come wake it up if you wanna Doctor resuscitating to wake you up from
you crankin up dem speakers I don't really wanna show up any later Because soon were gonna party like it's new years Yo I'm lovin all the music that
Turn away from your broken past Get it 'cause I'm gettin' mine I know the way where they live inside Girl, we're runnin' out of time Let the music delight
Jack, he is a banker Jane, she is a clerk Both of them save their money When they come home from work Sittin' near by the fire Radio does play, look classical music
banker And Jane, baby she is a clerk And both of them save their money honey When they come home from work Sittin' there by the fire The radio does play the classical music
own) So far away, but still so near (The lights go on, the music dies But you don't see me, standing here (I just came to say goodbye) I'm in the corner
do the old me's gone I feel brand new and if you don't like it fuck you The music's on and I'm dancing I'm normally in the corner just standing I'm
Lingerie (talking): Yea, I'm just sitting alone in this four cornered room playing with my guitar. I wanna try something new tonight, are you down?
fit the plan? where the fuck you from homeboy? you ain't from my land I see you in the club, in the corner mean-mugged with all your little thugs, go
got, you got Come on baby and show me what you got Come on baby (Don't be shy, no, don't be shy) Let the music hypnotize you You got me feelin' good From
players You wouldn't understand if you bought Volume two from the bootleggers What you want, disco, we got it for you Up, up in the club we make 'em disco On the street corners
'll always be a honky tonk with a jukebox in the corner And someone crying in their beer and one old hanger-oner And a lady looking lonely from a losing
Bustas on the corner of the block gettin' bent Me and my folks we on one, on one We don't be trippin' off that, nothin' Players about to be somethin', somethin' A music
dangerous road Tryin' to find me like a diamond In a pecan grove I got Ozone Man I like rock n roll Like ta bump it Just as my car come around the last corner
the bitches on the street Niggas from Detroit was deep All my patnas from the 'O' flew up And they was slangin that danky stuff Gettin high with some brothers from