Hangin` Out Lyrics

Hangin` Out lyrics

["It's not the way to do it!"]
[gunshots]
["Shut up bitch!"]
["Yeahhhhh
boyyyyy!"]
["You are now about to witness the strength of street
knowledge."]
["This is serious business."]
["Come by boy!"]

Verse
1: Fresh Kid Ice
Hangin' on the corner, lookin' real sporty
Coolin' with
the fellas while downin' a 40
Nothing to do, just killin' time
Sittin' on
my ride with my hand on my 9
Gettin' a buzz, feelin' kinda nice
Homie
dropped a 20, so we shot some dice
We played for a while, 'till my luck was
out
So the bitches walked by and my dick popped out
Rankin' on the
bitches hanging in the street
It's feedin' time, so hoe, come eat
Nibble
on this dick, make me just say please
You know how it's done, like a rat
does cheese
The hoe started buggin', jumped in my face
Since the boys
were stressin', I had to punch her in the face
Grabbed the weave, stuffed it
in her mouth
Don't fuck with the Kid while I'm hangin' out!

(Interval:
Marquis talking. Most of his words are indistinct.)

Verse 2: Brother
Marquis
Me and my nigga, rollin' hard
Hangin' out, the whole nine
yards
I'm smokin' a fat one, takin' a 40 to the head
Watch out, fool, get
shot dead
And bitches clownin', cryin' and all that
But yet, still, I keep
my gat
Rollin' real hard in a six-tre ('63)
Motherfuckin' punk, step out
my way
And all you fools in the game, you silly-ass lames
You can't fuck
with me; I'm wild and not tame
Like a savage beast, I'm out on the
street
So, motherfucker, what's up with that? You wanted beef?
Punk, you
got a problem? I'll solve 'em!
I pulled his gat; his life cost him
So
don't fuck with me while I'm around in the back
I'm always strapped when I'm
hangin' out!