Standing On A Corner

[Verse 1: The Game]

Big blunts in the air, I dont 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, cause im 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, cause you know we about to spark

Bobby Ray just walked in, Wiz about to park

The party bout to start, jewellery glowing in the dark

We got all these bitches wet, Skylar Diggins from the arc

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

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

And keep them Louboutins on when she giving head

Cus you already know my favorite colour RED!

Im gettin bread while im

[Chorus: The Game]

Standing on the corner

Washing my lolo

I got my dime in the crib, ironin' my Polo

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

So fresh and so clean, Outkast know what I mean

I throw that Andre 3000, one in the changer

And I dont 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 the bottom of a basement

Back when I got started, nigga say “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, cause 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, its pretty contagious

Man them groupies 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: B.o.B]

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

I got my dime in the crib, rollin' up that dojo

Soon as your boy hit the stage you know the screaming

Its that pandemonium, if you know what I mean

I throw that Eastside up, welcome to Decatur

And on the Westside, I hit the homie Game up

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]

I used to be unknown

Now the niggas listening

Big money talk, big joint to spark

These Jordans on my feet, that’s how big money walk

Shorty give me head, like she don’t need body parts

Running my city like the King of New York

Popping 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

Duh! 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, you send her on trips

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

You worried bout me cause we keeping it player, instead you failed

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

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]

Standing on the corner, talking that shit

You ain’t really saying nothing, just hating on pimpin'

Every time i’m in my car i’m smoking that green

Even though this real life, its like a movie scene

I ain’t in the club, if I don't blaze up

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