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come from all around
To watch the magic boy.

Down on the corner
Out in the street.
Willy and the poor boys are playin'
Bring a nickel
Tap your
Early in the evenin' just about supper time,
Over by the courthouse they're starting to unwind.
Four kids on the corner trying to bring you up.
Willy
come from all around
To watch the magic boy.

Down on the corner
Out in the street.
Willy and the poor boys are playin'
Bring a nickel
Tap your
Early in the evenin' just about supper time,
Over by the courthouse they're starting to unwind.
Four kids on the corner trying to bring you up.
Willy
Early in the evenin' just about supper time,
Over by the courthouse they're starting to unwind.
Four kids on the corner trying to bring you up.
around to watch the magic boy.

Down on the corner, out in the street,
Willy and the Poorboys are playin';
Bring a nickel; tap your feet.

Down
Early in the evenin'
just about supper time
over by the court house
they're starting to unwind

Four kids on the corner
trying to bring you up
Early in the evenin' just about supper time
Over by the courthouse they're startin' to unwind
Four kids on the corner tryin' to bring you up
Willy
Early in the evenin' just about supper time
Over by the courthouse, they're startin' to unwind
Four kids on the corner tryin' to bring you up
Willy
Early in the evenin' just about supper time 
Over by the courthouse, starting to unwind 
Four kids on the corner trying to bring you up 
Willy
Early in the evenin just about supper time,
Over by the courthouse theyre starting to unwind.
Four kids on the corner trying to bring you up.
I'm inside the air is fresh as [a lie? ]
You are greeted by a civil servant
She is dressed in beads
She jots down your needs
And casually recedes

Look
Billy's back workin his job by day
Sleep'n nights it ain't so bad
Never liked stealin anyway
Kinda gives a guy the willies
Boney and Ma got a new cafe
radio signals sayin' that a 187 land on your corner,
Coroners comfort your mama, mama he's dead,
The next morning high toasted up with my homies
We
DeVille wit fo's
This for all my thundercats that feel my flow
To slang weight, my young guns will steal ya o's
Catch a bellin down Lukerson & Hunt
[Bun B]
Now if you come down to this dirty south
Betta' watch your ears cause country boys talk with a dirty mouth
And they on them corners and they
trucks and through the fog
Here come the Red Dogs, I'm busting out around the corner in my hog
Dipping from the area, I'm scared
So one of these bitches
figured up like a philly
Ready, get that motherfucker hop up away
Everybody got the munchies and they ain`t tryin ta miss
We ride around the corner
on the visual
Ginger ale and hot sauce, two things I live by
I'm such a chill guy, but fuck around and, yes, you will die
Green DeVille, right, green drugs,
come the Red Dogs, I'm busting out around the corner in my hog
Dipping from the area, I'm scared
So one of these bitches might wind up dead
Cause I
to get in ya drawers
I run the city of cars, they call me Mr. Diddy, the boss
You know me, the only G to willy a porshe

We get dough in all land
to get in ya drawers
I run the city of cars, they call me Mr. Diddy, the boss
You know me, the only G to willy a porshe

We get dough in all land