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