Lyrics:
Memories on the corners with the Fo's and the Mo's
Walk to the store for the Rose, talking straightforward to hoes
Got uncles that smoke, and some
I was walkin to the corner drug store
And what should I happen to see
There were picket lines
And the people were a shoutin'
"Down with democracy"
Memories on the corners with the Fo's and the Mo's
Walk to the store for the Rose, talking straightforward to hoes
Got uncles that smoke, and some
As I walk by the seaside
As I walk through the grass
I see little bluebirds
Making love while I pass
Bees are hummin' and they're singin'
When you were a little girl
And lived across the street
We would walk to the candy store
And I would always treat
Little big-hearted candy boy
catchin' love off a backboard
Runnin' from your love, that's what this track for
Buyin' niggas' bitches from the corner store
Thug, why you wanna do that?
a little longer
Pull off your coat throw it in the corner
Don't see why you don't stay a little longer
You can't go home if you're going by the mill
Before I leave the heat, I put two in rain grove for my range rove
Hot to death, cops is vex
I push a buck 60 if they try to block the lex
Drive by
if they try to block the lex
Drive by on the baja
Snatch the cartier watch I
Boucnce laughing off like clue "HAHA"
Doc is like poppy, supplying you
rove
Hot to death, cops is vex
I push a buck 60 if they try to block the lex
Drive by on the baja
Snatch the cartier watch I
Boucnce laughing off
watch me from a bar
A band just played the wedding march
And the corner store mends broken hearts
And a woman asks me for a dance
Oh it's free
on porches in front of houses and corner stores
I'm born to more horrific than syphilis 'cause where we live is
Hell on Earth, where was Heaven when shit's
on porches in front of houses and corner stores
I'm born to more horrific than syphilis 'cause where we live is
Hell on Earth, where was Heaven when shit's
the corner drugstore for a dollar ninety-eight
We're Morocco bound
Or, like a volume of Omar Khayyam that you buy in the
Department store at Christmas
Seen niggas get jacked from by that corner store, young niggas serve packs right by that corner store, polices they hot dont stop at corner stores
ended
I'll be dropping by today
'Cause we could easily get it together tonight
It's only right
Crowded stores, the corner Santa Claus
Tinseled
As I was driving home along the boulevard late one night
I saw a guy in the corner, bumming all alone
As I passed him by, I heard him holler out:
that was sure
Now there is a scar where the old men used to be
The corner store and market where Stella used to sing to me
Grace is all I'm asking
the rat race
And these days that's a special way of life
Down home, where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down home, a man's good word
to the corner
And the old man would sing her his song
"I'll give you a daisy a day dear..."
Now he walks down the street in the evening
And he stops by
store is right there on that corner
Rest in peace my homie died on that corner
Youngin' caught his first case right on that corner (right on that
I want you to close you're eyes, n' envision
The most beautiful place in tha world
If you in the hood, the ghetto street corner
Come on this journey,
and pickin' up tags off the flo'
Bag full of clothes I remember havin' rocks in the hall
On the corner with the Glock by the balls
Servin' up a jab
the memory stays
And those were the good old days
I can still remember good old Mr. Fender
Who ran the corner grocery store
Oh, he'd strolled down
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