Cryin' on the corner, Waiting in the rain I swear I'll never, Ever wait again You gave me your word.. But words for you are lies Darlin' in my wildest
I should have learned this lesson long ago That friends and lovers always come and go And now you claim that everything's "O.K.", but I've got just one
I walk on ice, I play with fire For loving you, baby, I'd dance on wire Oh, I can't sleep at night Loving you, I'd pay that price Loving you is like walking
You won't forget my eyes Ooh, deep inside you realize You're gonna see me Wherever you go You're gonna hear me On your radio There you are In your car
Cryin' on the corner waitin' in the rain I swear I'll never ever wait again. You gave me your word but words for you are lies. Darlin' in my wildest
about Hair pressed against the skin My fingers on your blouse I'll keep you in my mouth And hope to never take you out This means more than love in a flashing
I never let you down I'mma shine on sight Keep your mind on your grind and off of mines, alright? Hard, I'mma ball on them squares, I flow Quarter-million
of y'all are still soundin' like last year The game needs change and I'm the motherfucking cashier Nickels for my thoughts, dimes in my bed Quarters
niggas that open spots On the avenue, take my loot, and I'm baggin you Pimpin hoes that drive Volvo's and Rodeos Flash the Roll, make her wet, in her
Streets talkin' this the realest shit y'all eva done Heard if it was snowin' in the summer would the world end I'm talkin' rain and quarter ounce will
Saturday evening, Saturday evening, a quarter to five Oh, we see him arrive at the door Pushed you aside as he staggered inside Spitting alcohol over
to Spring Branch I'm posted like a stamp with my mind on cash I'm wheel grippin' and still trippin', brandy wine on glass I got a screen in the dash, a quarter
birds feedin' them bread And before y'all bet just noticed that (Uh huh) I treat dice games like football I pop niggaz and don't give 'em a quarter back
left) Dis bitch off the hook! Nigga never sleep Dis bitch full of crooks, they hunt for the weak Niggaz comin' home tryin' to hit 'em a lick Wanna bounce from a quarter
then see what he do [2x] Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight [3x] [2nd Verse] Quarter to twelve and we just getting in Bubba gonna make ya
Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight Quarter to twelve and we just getting in Bubba gonna make ya spark wit
so I can become rich That's how I make my living, I give em encouragement, "you're doing great!" Keep chillin while I'm flashing the glock in their face
New York, New York, is everything they say And no place that I'd rather be Where else can you do a half a million things All at a quarter to three When
