[Chorus] We 'bout to roll to the corner me and my crew We 'bout to roll to the corner and get us some brew We 'bout to roll to the corner and get some swishers too So we can role a fat blunt and get perfed Another fine day in this land I live Oakland we're they don't give a shit and that's it You know I'm sellin' they can split the profit 50 50 With this other brother who went in half with me Now, first before we burst the move We gotta sooth our nerves with the liquor Then we don't bicker We'll be relaxed ask your mama This shit is like a war zone Streets is hot like the Bahamas But we will stay away from the drama I'm wearin' my snipe, my arctic jacket with the wool like a llama Then we had to pause like a comma Cause someone got stuck and buck and family was outside with trama We heard the shots from inside and went there when the gats go off I hit the deckin' high And a popo said they got their own time they lie But you gotta give them credit they try I see a mother cry and I'm wondering why And my man said fuck it aint nothin' we can do But to continue our mission down the block for the brew And we out (yeah, yeah) [Chorus 2x] On our way we 'bout half way there Children runnin' everywhere like they just don't care The Muslim Bakery is like right between And if I pass by with beer they will look at me mean So I ducks in and gets my Final Call now Cause still my brain gotta be well endowed and proud The ambulances signals and glances So let's hurry up and take no chances Niggas step to us trying to rap like we got all the answers In front of the store trying to work that slide ahead The pant handlers they got no amateurs Daily reminders of how I gotta find a way to come up And sums up life along with the kids and a wife But anyway We pass the local grocery store And you can be sure the meats and the products aint good no more Some of it is from days before I want it fresh and the clerk ain't my race so he stress They doin' me in my community Fuck it, we there Aint enough for a 6 pack so we had to share A nice little strole through the April spring air We hide on shit so the nation don't see it there [Chorus 2x]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
