paroles de chanson Caleb Just Monkeying Around - Standing On The Corner

You was talking bullshit so I had to split
′Cause I'm African, after you
But after that I′m after nanas
It's 290 and too split
Bronx run in my blood
Wait, fucked up
Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up
Take a leap
King Kong, jumpin' off the World Trade
Trade blows with the concrete
And my own grave
′Cause monkey see, monkey do
Monkey eat, monkey fruit
And I reaps what I sow
So I hang from the stoop on the corner
On the corner, holla at me
(Dawg)
I need what I know and I know what I need
On my soul, on my toes, on my feet
Where I bleed
Walk the streets and I bleed
On my soles, on my toes, on my feet