Lyrics:
nigga i was shooting till i heard the sirens
Was still sliding i ain't give a fuck if the boys around the corner
Told bro i'm here forever but if they
And when this bitch hit you, nigga, you gon' scream
Niggas talk, but still ain't get they get back
on fuck wit rappers, you gon' get your shit snatched
Soon
Dad, how was your trip?"
They didn't speak
I said, "I want to plead my case"
But my father just shoved me in the car by my face
That was a hard ride
said, "Ah, Mom, Dad, how was your trip?"
They didn't speak
I said, "I want to plead my case"
But my father just shoved me in the car by my face
That
Spittin]
Lady, lady, listen, listen please
We can coast the ocean feel the breeze
You was used to trips and corner stores
Now it’s foreign trips an in
about opinions someone gives
You can't have the whole world in your corner listening
So don't trip, don't trip don't
Sometimes my way gets sacrificed
But
know I be throwed
Selling on your corner
Dimes, nickels they swole!
Put my bid in
Yep, I relax
Crack my trunk back
Watch me act bad, ratchet
Give it
The men them by the corner taking trips and munchies
Trips and munchies
Yo trips and munchies
Do it how you wanna cause you got the monkey
Tail
Men I think
need) (What y'all need)
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
It's some Boyz N Da Hood sell anything for profit (profit)
Five in the morning on the corner
Beneath a darkened sky
Or am I standing still
With the scenery flying by
Or am I standing still
Out of the corner of my eye
Was that you passing
On the corner did that really I can chill back ( Chill Back )
Having all these flashbacks still running through the packs
I can get it to you for the low you
with that shit
We ain't with that shit, we ain't with that shit
June 18, whereabouts, where you at
In the corner, kiss my teeth when you halak
The prince
Let's go
Don't
Trip
I know you blinded by the
Drip
I tell em suckas don't
Trip
I know they blinded by the
Drip
I tell em all don't trip
Yea
I
rips but don't even trip
Welcome to Southern California
Liquor stores and churches on every other corner
Your little brother plays Pop Warner
Narcs
but don't even trip
Welcome to Southern California
Liquor stores and churches on every other corner
Your little brother plays Pop Warner
Narcs
to you?
Baby face, tougher skin
You don't know where I have been
I'm not trying to hide it
But I'm still skating by it
Baby face, good listener
Vujanic have a nice
You're so Hispanic with your spice
As a kid you loved kites
Now you're steady catching flights
If you're with me take a trip
Coz my
shit in order
Took a trip to Tulum
To send da bricks back cross da border
Came a way from them street corners
My cleats was still dirty after Pop
Mama feel connected with me like we on the WiFi
Know she down for whatever even if it's drive by's
When that Henny get in her system it be grind time
and tripping balls
Curled up in our separate tents waiting for the bad trip to finally fall
Away it was wild we’d ask each other if we were still hearing
still my screens goin' glow
These haters be in my mix, and these boppers be on my dick
Every time I come round the corner
Make way for the team,
hits like a gong
The clock's ticking don't run when you still itching to walk
The plot thickens when you stuck inside the thick of it all
You trip
a trip - a trip trip through nature, oh yeah.
So I'm sitting on the grass watching clouds go by
Wondering if I'll ever really know why
Are we all here just
I'm still stoned
Got my weed plants taller than your telephone's corner
I can remember when I could only get sess in those days
Now I'm rocking that
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