Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Corner, artist - Galactic.
Date of issue: 20.08.2007
Song language: English
The Corner |
Posted on the block |
Leanin' on the light post chillin' |
Six o’clock, on the button |
The night’s gonna enter soon |
Every peddler, hit the grind out early |
Old lady walks her dog, in a bright red derby |
Singin' hymns |
And look at those rims |
An old man Sander’s steady-guzzlin' the gin |
Outta tin cups, beggin' for some ends |
I could lend them, I send him |
Out on his way and drop him out to drink it up again |
Just then |
I saw Gwen and her friends |
Ten ways, with a derriere |
I would love to go up in |
I said «you need some Gab in your life» |
She just grins |
Strode away with a walk that could make your head spin |
The neighbor’s dog hopped out the fence again |
Little scrawny mutt that resemble Rin Tin Tin |
Little Gary rolls by, poppin' wheelies on his Schwinn |
On the corner in the city as the evenin' sets in |
On the corner, in the city |
Spendin' all day under sun rays (sun rays) |
Watchin' youths play through their young days (young days) |
I’m the straight-tree puffin' bombay |
On the corner, in the city, as the evening sets in |
On the pavement, when all day (all day) |
sittin' on |
As the day drifts chillin' partway |
On the corner, in the city, as the evening sets in |
In this city, on the corner |
Neighborly flavors where |
Major players play and |
Parlay so savor the flavor, ladies |
And babies are sendin' the craziness |
Shadin' the rays all the same |
As amazing outtakes |
Which is fade-away |
And holy blades are chasin' every sinner |
And everyday is a day full of grace |
And a place where you takin' a break from the ache |
And the state of the recent |
I stand there unpatiently |
Hatin' the sickness |
Thinkin' there basically ain’t no place |
Like can kick it for a day |
Three amigos, in ponchos |
Eating fritos and nachos |
Speakin' lingo |
They walk slowly by a-ME, go: |
«Que paso, que paso?» |
Said «I'd like to help you out |
But no habla Español» |
Up the block |
I heard beefin' |
Heard guns blow |
And unknown assailant |
Tried to rip off |
The local corner store |
Little did he know the owners |
Were some crazy Armenians |
They chased him up the street |
Caught him, stripped off his clothes |
Tied him to a telephone pole |
And beat him till his hole |
Dribbles black, blue and purple |
Then they cut off his toes |
Stuck him in the back of they truck |
And off they drove |
About three minutes later |
Up drove po-po |
They said «what's all the commotion?» |
«Hey, I don’t know» |
They started grillin' me like |
«What you doin' out here for?» |
They tell me empty out my pockets |
I was like «hell no» |
I could tell that they was |
'Cause they smelled like pork |
Noise of pig shrieking |
They did their little search on me |
And find nothing but dope |
«They sent you out selling dope?» |
«Hell no, I rock shows |
I’m your daughter’s favorite rapper |
Ask her 'bout my flow» |
On the corner in the city as the moonlight glows |
On the corner, in the city |
Spendin' all day under sun rays (sun rays) |
Watchin' youths play through their young days (young days) |
I’m the straight-tree puffin' bombay |
On the corner, in the city, as the evening sets in |
On the pavement, when all day (all day) |
sittin' on |
As the day drifts chillin' partway |
On the corner, in the city, as the evening sets in |
On the corner, in the city |
On the corner, in the city |
On the corner, in the city |
On the corner, in the city, as the evening sets in |
On the corner, in the city |
On the corner, in the city |
On the corner, in the city |
On the corner, in the city, as the moonlight glows |