Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Corner Store Stories, artist - Marlon Craft. Album song A Dollar In Quarters: 50c, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.03.2018
Record label: Marlon Craft
Song language: English
Corner Store Stories |
I remember drinking 50 cent nutties sittin' on the stoop, listenin' to 'Gimme |
The Loot' |
The truths were hard and the lies were in abundance |
Back when all that mattered was vaginas you done bust in or the fights that you |
done won, shit |
You needed some stories, old heads told you bout 'back in the day' |
Speaking passionately, we lusted for our own tails |
But now I’m older, hear our stories get retold by all my friends and shit, |
an honest recollection be like so rare |
Cyclical embellishment be only to our detriment, 'cause we going on decades of |
money, pussy, weed fetishes |
Rhetoric be redundant, heaven be when the blunt lit, discussion rarely meanders |
to waters we ain’t accustomed, it’s hard |
Remember after dark, we used to bring the gloves out, and back further we was |
playing manhunt |
We didn’t know the cops was playing too on anybody with a tan |
But got a little older and began to understand what the city about |
Shit, the beauty and the wickedness, profundity and simpleness |
We right up in the thick of it, grab a 40 and listen to tales of glory and |
sinnin' |
If our best days behind us, we ain’t gon' never forget 'em |
New York, New York, I’m a Hell’s Kitchen baby |
Born with a pitchfork, you could never play me |
Born with the shit talk, I don’t need that praise, B |
Shouts to the city that raised me |
You can take my blocks, you ain’t takin' my pride |
Catch me at the corner store, I be waitin' outside |
I’m from 'round here, yeah, motherfucker I’m from 'round here, yeah |
I remember when Pat punched dude off his skateboard for breathing |
When Mike fought on 48th street to squash the beef |
When every year, it was lit at the 9th ave. |
festival |
Throwin' stink bombs under tables, shit, just to mess with you |
Hittin' chicks in staircases, roofs, and playgrounds too |
I’m paintin' you a picture, ain’t always say I was proud to, hey |
It’s what it is, those days when we was kids lasted longer for some |
I seen that quandary become unbearable for a few now |
Watch my big bro lose his mind to the stress, he walkin' round without a crew |
now |
Ain’t always stick to the script but the loyalty the glue now |
When push comes to shove I hold everyone in my crew down |
But see, the thing is in New York, even that corner store know that any minute, |
shit |
He could get evicted and replaced by some fucking organic spinach |
So it’s every man for himself and that’s just how we live in New York |
New York, New York, I’m a Hell’s Kitchen baby |
Born with a pitchfork, you could never play me |
Born with the shit talk, I don’t need that praise, B |
Shouts to the city that raised me |
You can take my blocks, you ain’t takin' my pride |
Catch me at the corner store, I be waitin' outside |
I’m from 'round here, yeah, motherfucker I’m from 'round here, yeah |
You can take my blocks, you ain’t takin' my pride |
Catch me at the corner store, I be waitin' outside |
I’m from 'round here, yeah, motherfucker I’m from 'round here, yeah |