The Game

The Game - Standin On A Corner

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[Verse 1: Game]

Big blunts in the air, I don't even care

Spilling Ace of Spades on my all white airs

Stuntin in my J's

I got every pair, they put out since '85

Cus a nigga bout his gear

Hoes all up in my ear, cus I'm stylin'

Try to go bottle for bottle with us,

Can't do it, money we runnin through us

So competition throw the towel in

We over here, with fireworks up in the air

Bitches with good hair, cus you know we about to spark

Bobby Ray just walked in, Wiz about to park

The party bout to start, jewelry glowing in the dark

We got all the bitches wet, Skylar Diggins from the?

And you know your boy is sharp, cus she in my bed

I tell her take her clothes off, and open her legs

Keep them Louboutins on when she giving head

Cus you already know my favorite colour RED!

I'm gettin bread while I'm

[Chorus: Game]

Standing on the corner

Watching my logo

I got my dime in the crib, iron in my Polo

Soon as your boy hit the streets, you know that I'm clean

So fresh and so clean, Outcast know what I mean

I throw that Andre 3000, one in the changer

And I don't ride through the hood, with out one in the chamber

You know I used to broke but... now nigga I'm getting it

[Verse 2: B.o.B]

As I roll up up, I sit back and laugh in amazement

As how this all started in bottom of a basement

Back when I got started, nigga saying "your shit is basic"

Now when you mention me, you must say Grammy nominated

All these haters drunk of hate, they basically wasted

Call a cab for these niggas, cus they ain't gon make it

Can somebody please tell me just where Bobby Ray is

Well he's prolly faded, prolly in a spaceship

Prolly outside of his mind, cus you know he crazy

But I kind of dig his style, it's pretty contagious

Man them... prolly doing him all kind of favors

I mean, it's gotta be absolutely outrageous

Well, I couldn't tell you what it is

More people tell me that they down, the bigger that I get

But I just keep doing my thang, cruise control in my own lane

And let these suckas complain

[Chorus 2: B.o.B]

I'm standing on the corner, watching the world go

I got my dime in the crib, holding up their dolo

Soon as your boy hit the stage you know the screaming

It's that pandemonium, if you know what I mean

I throw that Eastside up, Compton to Dakota

And on the Westside, I hit the homie Game up

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]

I used to be letting on, now the niggas listening

Big money talk, big joint to spark

These Jordans on my feet, that's hoe big money walk

Shawty give me head, like she don't need body parts

Running my city like the King of New York

Poppin' champagne, hit him with the cork

Eating so good, nigga need a fork

And I ball hard, nigga need a court

The way lil mama give me brain, I swear she must have been a dork

Durrrrrr, you know me I keep one rolled up

Smoking with my bitch from overseas, where my Porsche from

And these hating niggas get no love

I be rolling weed, getting rich, fucking they bitch

Letting you spend all of your m, sending her on trips

I meet her there, you know, 'cus you smell the weed in her hair

You worried bout me keeping it player, instead you failed

Treated her fair, don't need to look, she in the air

[Chorus 3: Wiz Khalifa]

Standing on the corner, talking that shit

You ain't really saying nothing, just hating of him

Every time I'm in my car I'm smoking that green

Even though this real life, it's like a movie scene

I ain't in the club...

It don't matter where I go, I'm throwing my gang up

Nobody used to know me but but

Now a nigga famous, now a nigga famous

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