- Votes:
- Composer:
- Raymond Murray / Rico Wade / Patrick Brown / Robert Barnett / Thomas Burton / Cameron Gipp / Willie Knighton / Jamahr Williams
 
- Tags:
- dungeon family
- georgia
 
- See also:
Goodie Mob - Street Corner lyrics
Don't know why I'm folding?
 Illegal substance controlling, still outdoors rolling
 Don't know why I'm folding?
 Illegal substance controlling, still outdoors rolling
 Enhance the game, but give me the Benz
 While I send my word
 It's lightly packed [Incomprehensible] giving a fuck
 Bitch I got's to eat too while I catch up like Heinz
 On the hook for my family tree
 East to west to south is booted in this red clay
 And everyday I get up and work my ass to the bone
 So I can pay for me a home, in the ghetto or the woods, to build
 I'm packing my steel too
 Slow rolling, everybody in this clique holding
 Anything we riding in is stolen
 And you can tell when a nigga on round' here
 His neck and his wrists be all frozen
 You wanna go bust because some fool caught you dozing
 Out on the ave posing
 But you ain't no more good, like a used up Trojan
 You horsing around, now your spot finna' be closing down
 We brang them guns, you tote them roses
 Indecent exposure, beat you till' you're swollen
 Now here, put some ice on that
 Work with, reject heavy crack now pick up, pick up, pick up
 Don't know why I'm folding?
 Illegal substance controlling, still outdoors rolling
 Don't know why I'm folding?
 Illegal substance controlling, still out
 Hold up, wait up, gipp swolled in here
 My eyes getting little and its hard to steer
 Reverse safe, can't wait, communicate next tale
 Kept my money in the floor so I can chalk bail
 And anything you got for me, just holdGoodie Mob - Street Corner - http://motolyrics.com/goodie-mob/street-corner-lyrics.html
 'Cause I'll be back one day to get them folds
 Take a second to regroup, get back in the loop
 See the veins never change, only part is in the name
 I ain't that old, wanna play me cold
 Wanna treat me like a wrangler wanna snatch my gold
 See I was raised by a man, so a man you see
 Came up in the trailers of Fulton County
 Hard top for the winter, soft top for the summer
 If we caught roaming the streets, we some runners
 From the street corners
 Well when you looking at me make sure that
 I'm trapping and slowed down
 Still suffer from sunrise till' the sun done gone down
 Before I go any further, fool let me break it on down
 Get blasting with the best and get brutally blown down
 Yes sire! Collapse and get caught in the crossfire
 Talking shit at one time, but nowadays your cause higher
 From the hatred, hunger, hopelessness, yes I kill
 So I guess I'm no better than the rest
 But I try to be somehow these streets feel so fly to me
 I'm a get it right Lord, "Cee-Lo, don't you lie to me!"
 I hope this work here work me a way up out this
 Hey, don't wanna die the same way my buddy
 Did the other day damn
 Don't know why I'm folding?
 Illegal substance controlling, still outdoors rolling
 Don't know why I'm folding?
 Illegal substance controlling, still outdoors rolling
 Don't know why I'm folding?
 Illegal substance controlling, still outdoors rolling
 Don't know why I'm folding?
 Illegal substance controlling, still outdoors rolling
 Don't know why I'm folding?
 Illegal substance controlling, still outdoors rolling















