I used to be so fancy free, But really lonesome as could be, Till one lucky day, you came my way I never knew what love was all about UNTIL I MET YOU.
Music by Freddie Green Lyrics by Don Wolf I used to be so fancy free, But really lonesome as could be, Till one lucky day, you came my way I never knew
Traduction: Manhattan Transfer. Jusqu'au I Met You (Corner Pocket).
hang around Erry body does their own thing and you can find me On the corner makin money when it's snowing, I sell a lil weed, get my pockets fat But
trunk didn't make a sound it made a young niga really wanna move around tha Way tha hataz and all tha hoes talk down but dope still sold and my pockets
ll But we can party till somebody call the law Hey, you can lean with' it rock with' it if you wanna Do the chicken noodle soup with' me I'm a be in the corner
to uncut Ro-cain This Ro gain ain't for receding hair line That means every dollar that come in front of me goin be mine Y'all arguing over corners, I
of the Ghetto Entertainment, Rap-A-Lot Dean's List know I'm saying, that's what I ride to When I'm rolling, through these mo'fucking city streets Corner to corner
babies Everything else, is expendable Find out that fake niggaz, ain't dependable I don't owe, you niggaz shit bitch Home light weight but my style great, now my pockets
the do' for Z-Ro Cause I've been dropping hits, since ten years ago Trying to do it legal, and not slang yayo If I can't get it legal, to the corner I
(feat. Tanya Herron) [Z-Ro:] My hand grabs the wheel, and foot mashes the pedal Block to block corner to corner, looking at the devil Making my brothers
I don't give a damn, as long as a nigga stay free Out here sippin codiene blowing on tree At ease, motherfucker, just relax In my pocket, I gotta bunch
call they name I done been stranded before my nigga Boss done felt the pain hustlin in the rain not knowin where my meal finna come from out on the corner
The place that you don't want to go cause you'll get no pity block With drug dealers when we need some paper Get on the corner and we bleed till we fifty
funny What you got I'ma have out town, 'fore they put my ass in the ground (Chorus - 2x) Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on When a nigga be hustling on them corners
Yokohama Moving like I'm the Daytona, transporting marijuana I sing to a song-a, paid for it you a loner I ball if I wanna, while turning heads on every corner