Corner Boy P

Corner Boy P - 1997 lyrics

rate me

Uh, uh, shit nigga, my mind on the dough

Run round in that boat, I got the shit from the flow

You don't know what these niggas minds when they plot on the dough

So I run, right next to... the clips in the dough.

Getting paranoid in the day, people might kick in the dough

But when you paper chase, you chase that paper far as it go

Cause I rather be tired from hustling, get tired of having nothing

So I go all the way, let show my pockets, stay straight!

Nigga, I go all further, same streets where they murder

Same streets I call home, I lean...

But I run for this con, and every nigga that's on it

I've seen the best come and go, niggas even die with it all!

I can call it just.. every time the money is calling

She call me dwag, but she only calling me cause I'm falling.

They all thought I'm underestimated, underrated

Is all good, fuck them niggas, long as they don't underpayment!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, la, la, la, la, la

Uh, my stir wheel wood, my weed hella good

My Rolex, she let it go, I'm flexing on 'em hoes!

Them bitches strike a pose, they're hoping that I love

I'm...hold up, you're trying to get thugged!

G life and I wrote it down in Eli's book

I'm higher than the plane when writing down hooks

Couple bars in here, couple hundreds on the...

Seen my camp get low, love can't stop the crooks!

Rap.. for the paper, every caper every..

Keep gassing the scrapers and my haters, not my neighbors

Got some mobs men, assuring me that they're on the roof!

They help me sleep better, those.... counting chatter

Woke up, washed up, rode up to the loop!

Polygraph in the boo, may every land the truth

In the Eiffel tour, in the tour for two

Leave a lot of niggas blind and unable to chew.

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