Tekster:
Nine Days Waiting On The Corner

now, whatever the costs standing here, all alone, on the corner by her door you said to wait, you might be late but that was on tuesday, now you're three days

nose wide open on this one trick, now he's played out Think it's Lil' Mo, was plottin' plans on gettin' bigger Precious was his way to put his hands on

Remember back in the days, when niggaz had waves Gazelle shades and corn braids Pitchin' pennies, honies had the high top jellies Shootin' Skelly, motherfuckers

and money While I'm chillin' on the corner I'm a get fucked up My nigga t got a forty and brought two cups Lil' ya is chillin' yella is thuggin' and talkin' on

's the S.O.B., put the needle on the plate Put the needle on the plate, put the needle on the plate Wait back it up, hup, easy back it up Wait back it

Floating in the lower nine Waiting for a boat to throw me a line See my Stella smile Sitting on the roof eating alligator pie First day the water rise

bed I thank the Lord that my kids are fed They live on beans eight days of nine But I get 'em fat come pickin' time (Got 'em fat come pickin' time) Corn

make corn muffins! DIANA: Who cares about corn muffins? All I demand is justice! WINTERGREEN: Which is more important? Corn muffins or justice? ENSEMBLE: Which is more important? Corn

I split psycho soloist, one of the dopest Singing songs on recess when I'm giving one fuck, uhh Pastor of disaster, I brings it on My Flipmode niggas be like Children Of The Corn