Текст песни The Corner - Common
Memories
on
corners
with
the
fo's
and
the
mo's
Walk
to
the
store
for
the
rose,
talking
straightforward
to
hoes
Got
uncles
that
smoke,
and
some
put
blow
up
they
nose
To
cope
with
the
lows,
the
wind
is
cold
and
it
blows
In
they
socks
and
their
soles,
niggas
holding
they
rolls
Corners
leave
souls
opened
and
closed,
hoping
for
mo'
With
nowhere
to
go,
niggas
rolling
in
droves
They
shoot
the
wrong
way,
'cause
they
ain't
knowin'
their
goals
The
streets
ain't
safe
'cause
they
ain't
knowing
the
code
By
the
foes
I
was
told,
either
focus
or
fold
Got
cousins
with
flows,
hope
they
open
some
doors
So
we
can
cop
clothes
and
roll
in
a
Rolls
Now
I
roll
in
a
Olds,
with
windows
that
don't
roll
Down
the
roads
where
cars
get
broken
and
stole
These
are
the
stories
told
by
Stony
and
Cottage
Grove
The
world
is
cold,
the
block
is
hot
as
a
stove
On
the
corners
I
wish
I
could
give
you
this
feeling
I
wish
I
could
give
this
feeling,
uh-uh
Uh-uh-ugh,
on
the
corners,
niggas
robbing,
killing
Dying,
just
to
make
a
living,
huh?
We
overstated,
we
underrated,
we
educated
The
corner
was
our
time
when
time
stood
still
and
Gators
and
snakeskins
in
Yellow
and
pink
and
collared
blue
Profiles
glorifying
them
Street
lights
and
deep
nights,
cats
trying
to
eat
right
Riding
no-seat-bikes,
with
work
to
feed
hypes
So
they
can
keep
sweet
Nike's,
they
head
and
they
feet
right
Desires
of
street
life,
cars
and
weed
types
It's
hard
to
breathe
nights,
days
are
thief-like
The
beasts
roam
the
streets,
the
police
is
Greek-like
Game
at
its
peak,
we
speak
and
believe
hype
Bang
in
the
streets
hats
cocked
left
or
deep
right
It's
steep
life,
coming
up
where
niggas
is
sheep-like
Rappers
and
hoopers,
we
strive
to
be
like
G's
with
three
stripes,
seeds
that
need
light
Cheese
and
recite,
needs
and
BE
strife
The
corner,
where
struggle
and
greed
fight
We
write
songs
about
wrong
'cause
it's
hard
to
see
right
Look
to
the
sky,
hoping
it
will
bleed
light
Reality's
a
bitch,
and
I
heard
that
she
bites
The
corner
I
wish
I
could
give
you
this
feeling
I
wish
I
could
give
this
feeling,
uh-uh
Uh-uh-ugh,
on
the
corners,
niggas
robbing,
killing
Dying,
just
to
make
a
living,
huh?
The
corner
was
our
magic,
our
music,
our
politics
Fires
raised
as
tribal
dances
and
war
cries
Broke
out
on
different
corners
Power
to
the
people
Black
power
Black
is
beautiful
Black
church
services,
murderers,
Arabs
serving
burgers
As
cats
with
gold
permanents,
move
they
bags
as
herbalists
The
dirt
isn't
just
fertile,
it's
people
working
and
earning
this
The
curb
getters
go
where
the
cash
flow
and
the
current
is
It's
so
hot
that
niggas
burn
to
live
The
furnace
is,
where
the
money
moving,
the
determined
live
We
talk
shit,
play
lotto,
and
buy
German
beers
It's
so
black
packed
with
action
that's
affirmative
The
corners
I
wish
I
could
give
you
this
feeling
I
wish
I
could
give
this
feeling,
uh-uh
Uh-uh-ugh,
on
the
corners,
niggas
robbing,
killing
Dying,
just
to
make
a
living,
huh?
The
corner
was
our
Rock
of
Gibraltar,
our
Stonehenge
Our
Taj
Mahal,
our
monument
Our
testimonial
to
freedom,
to
peace,
and
to
love
Down
on
the
corner
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