Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Just Hangin' Out, artist - Main Source. Date of issue: 11.11.1991
Song language: English
Just Hangin' Out |
| I’m just hangin out… |
| I’m just hangin out… |
| I’m mainly known for the rough raps |
| but kids steal my lyrics like hubcaps |
| And eat em like stacks of flapjacks like rugrats |
| HEY, and I get busy over unknown traps |
| While the next man flaps his lids like Parkay |
| I’m skilled in the field, so slide to the side |
| I make a rapper cry, cause I can get some shuteye |
| While he’s havin hard times writin rhymes |
| So he gnaws on my metaphors and dines on my lines |
| Which is the reason why I like to hang out and |
| hustle with my friends, to get away from pens |
| And copiers, so I’m Corona bound |
| To check Drew, a.k.a. Dr. Butcher and what’s goin down |
| And Joe with the Jetta, enables us to get around town |
| He’s a clown |
| Other than that I’m with Joe, and Burgles |
| Watchin old Black Caesar flicks for kicks |
| Jump in the Wagoner we’re outta here without an idea where |
| But usually we wind up there |
| I go over K-Cut's block cause raw cuts is what he blends |
| Check it, and I like to hang out, and hustle with my friends… |
| Yo, I’m just hangin out… |
| with my friends |
| I’m just hangin out… |
| And I be up in Mt. Vernon, piecein, with CL Smooth and Pete Rock |
| makin beats that’s sharper than cleats |
| With my Griffy Grif from the Cafe Black pros |
| Checkin out videos |
| And I speak with my man Rob Leak |
| on the problems of the weak dumb and meek my man’s deep |
| Like the kid from the Bridge named the rapper Nas |
| Me and Che collect money in bars |
| And I run through discotheques like sound |
| Royal Rich is profound, yellin free James Brown |
| We rush through, up to the discotheque and |
| hustle up a storm in a swarm like we bought a farm |
| Nobody can get with the whereabout |
| Cause we’re out to shuffle they feet |
| without a shadow of a doubt |
| From Flushing to the streets of New York in fact |
| Freshly dipped off the wack, but not to pan grack |
| In the apartment got plans for the night |
| Everything’s right, takin it light |
| Preparin for the best Tiffany’s to be in |
| And everyday seems like a day from the weekend |
| The pool that never ends |
| (Yo the science is the Powerhouse tonight baby |
| Word I’m with that |
| Always the Powerhouse |
| Nah but ain’t nuthin at your house! |
| I like my house!) |
| And I like to hang out and hustle with my friends |