Standin On A Coner (Feat. Game, B.o.b)

Game - Verse 1 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 na�?ga bout his gear Hoes all up in my ear, cus 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, 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 Im gettin bread while im Game Chorus 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 dont ride through the hood, with out one in the chamber You know i used to be broke but, now na�?ga im getting it BoB - Verse 2 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, na�?ga 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 na�?gas, 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, its 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 BoB - Chorus 2 Im 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 Its that pandemonium, if you know what i mean I throw that Eastside up, Compton to Decatur And on the Westside, I hit the homie Game up Wiz Khalifa - Verse 3 I used to be letting on, now the na�?gas 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, na�?ga need a fork And i ball hard, na�?ga need a court The way lil mama give me brain, i swear she must have been a dork Durrr, you know me i keep one rolled up Smoking with my bitch from overseas, where my Porsche from And these hating na�?gas 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 Wiz - Chorus 3 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, 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 na�?ga famous