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Grove\nThe world is cold, the block is hot as a stove\nOn the corners\n\nI wish I could give you this feeling\nI wish I could give this feeling, uh-uh\nUh-uh-ugh, on the corners, niggas robbing, killing\nDying, just to make a living, huh?\n\nWe overstated, we underrated, we educated\nThe corner was our time when time stood still and\nGators and snakeskins in\nYellow and pink and collared blue\nProfiles glorifying them\n\nStreet lights and deep nights, cats trying to eat right\nRiding no-seat-bikes, with work to feed hypes\nSo they can keep sweet Nike's, they head and they feet right\nDesires of street life, cars and weed types\nIt's hard to breathe nights, days are thief-like\nThe beasts roam the streets, the police is Greek-like\nGame at its peak, we speak and believe hype\nBang in the streets hats cocked left or deep right\n\nIt's steep life, coming up where niggas is sheep-like\nRappers and hoopers, we strive to be like\nG's with three stripes, seeds that need light\nCheese and recite, needs and BE strife\nThe corner, where struggle and greed fight\nWe write songs about wrong 'cause it's hard to see right\nLook to the sky, hoping it will bleed light\nReality's a bitch, and I heard that she bites\nThe corner\n\nI wish I could give you this feeling\nI wish I could give this feeling, uh-uh\nUh-uh-ugh, on the corners, niggas robbing, killing\nDying, just to make a living, huh?\n\nThe corner was our magic, our music, our politics\nFires raised as tribal dances and war cries\nBroke out on different corners\nPower to the people\nBlack power\nBlack is beautiful\n\nBlack church services, murderers, Arabs serving burgers\nAs cats with gold permanents, move they bags as herbalists\nThe dirt isn't just fertile, it's people working and earning this\nThe curb getters go where the cash flow and the current is\nIt's so hot that niggas burn to live\nThe furnace is, where the money moving, the determined live\nWe talk shit, play lotto, and buy German beers\nIt's so black packed with action that's affirmative\nThe corners\n\nI wish I could give you this feeling\nI wish I could give this feeling, uh-uh\nUh-uh-ugh, on the corners, niggas robbing, killing\nDying, just to make a living, huh?\n\nThe corner was our Rock of Gibraltar, our Stonehenge\nOur Taj Mahal, our monument\nOur testimonial to freedom, to peace, and to love\nDown on the corner","syncedLyrics":"[00:14.68] Memories on corners with the fo's and the mo's\n[00:17.60] Walk to the store for the rose, talking straightforward to hoes\n[00:21.00] Got uncles that smoke, and some put blow up they nose\n[00:24.03] To cope with the lows, the wind is cold and it blows\n[00:26.96] In they socks and their soles, niggas holding they rolls\n[00:30.36] Corners leave souls opened and closed, hoping for mo'\n[00:33.59] With nowhere to go, niggas rolling in droves\n[00:36.22] They shoot the wrong way, 'cause they ain't knowin' their goals\n[00:39.38] The streets ain't safe 'cause they ain't knowing the code\n[00:42.78] By the foes I was told, either focus or fold\n[00:45.86] Got cousins with flows, hope they open some doors\n[00:48.53] So we can cop clothes and roll in a Rolls\n[00:51.73] Now I roll in a Olds, with windows that don't roll\n[00:55.14] Down the roads where cars get broken and stole\n[00:57.67] These are the stories told by Stony and Cottage Grove\n[01:00.85] The world is cold, the block is hot as a stove\n[01:04.19] On the corners\n[01:05.18] I wish I could give you this feeling\n[01:07.33] I wish I could give this feeling, uh-uh\n[01:09.96] Uh-uh-ugh, on the corners, niggas robbing, killing\n[01:13.60] Dying, just to make a living, huh?\n[01:15.87] We overstated, we underrated, we educated\n[01:19.08] The corner was our time when time stood still and\n[01:22.91] Gators and snakeskins in\n[01:24.77] Yellow and pink and collared blue\n[01:26.70] Profiles glorifying them\n[01:28.65] Street lights and deep nights, cats trying to eat right\n[01:32.04] Riding no-seat-bikes, 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uh-uh\n[02:23.64] Uh-uh-ugh, on the corners, niggas robbing, killing\n[02:27.36] Dying, just to make a living, huh?\n[02:30.06] The corner was our magic, our music, our politics\n[02:34.01] Fires raised as tribal dances and war cries\n[02:37.59] Broke out on different corners\n[02:39.03] Power to the people\n[02:40.52] Black power\n[02:41.37] Black is beautiful\n[02:42.02] Black church services, murderers, Arabs serving burgers\n[02:45.23] As cats with gold permanents, move they bags as herbalists\n[02:48.44] The dirt isn't just fertile, it's people working and earning this\n[02:51.43] The curb getters go where the cash flow and the current is\n[02:54.89] It's so hot that niggas burn to live\n[02:57.89] The furnace is, where the money moving, the determined live\n[03:01.09] We talk shit, play lotto, and buy German beers\n[03:04.06] It's so black packed with action that's affirmative\n[03:07.06] The corners\n[03:07.73] I wish I could give you this feeling\n[03:10.14] I wish I could give 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our time when time stood still and\n  Gators and snakeskins in\n  Yellow and pink and collared blue\n  Profiles glorifying them\n\n  Street lights and deep nights, cats trying to eat right\n  Riding no-seat-bikes, with work to feed hypes\n  So they can keep sweet Nike's, they head and they feet right\n  Desires of street life, cars and weed types\n  It's hard to breathe nights, days are thief-like\n  The beasts roam the streets, the police is Greek-like\n  Game at its peak, we speak and believe hype\n  Bang in the streets hats cocked left or deep right\n\n  It's steep life, coming up where niggas is sheep-like\n  Rappers and hoopers, we strive to be like\n  G's with three stripes, seeds that need light\n  Cheese and recite, needs and BE strife\n  The corner, where struggle and greed fight\n  We write songs about wrong 'cause it's hard to see right\n  Look to the sky, hoping it will bleed light\n  Reality's a bitch, and I heard that she bites\n  The corner\n\n  I wish I could give you this feeling\n  I wish I could give this feeling, uh-uh\n  Uh-uh-ugh, on the corners, niggas robbing, killing\n  Dying, just to make a living, huh?\n\n  The corner was our magic, our music, our politics\n  Fires raised as tribal dances and war cries\n  Broke out on different corners\n  Power to the people\n  Black power\n  Black is beautiful\n\n  Black church services, murderers, Arabs serving burgers\n  As cats with gold permanents, move they bags as herbalists\n  The dirt isn't just fertile, it's people working and earning this\n  The curb getters go where the cash flow and the current is\n  It's so hot that niggas burn to live\n  The furnace is, where the money moving, the determined live\n  We talk shit, play lotto, and buy German beers\n  It's so black packed with action that's affirmative\n  The corners\n\n  I wish I could give you this feeling\n  I wish I could give this feeling, uh-uh\n  Uh-uh-ugh, on the corners, niggas robbing, killing\n  Dying, just to make a living, 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clothes and roll in a Rolls\nNow I roll in a Olds, with windows that don't roll\nDown the roads where cars get broken and stole\nThese are the stories told by Stony and Cottage Grove\nThe world is cold, the block is hot as a stove\nOn the corners\n\n(Kanye West)\nI wish I could key this feelin'\nI wish I could key this feelin'\nOn the corners niggaz rob or kill\nAnd dyin' just to make a livin', huh?\n\n(Spoken: Lost Prophets)\nWe overstated, we underrated, we educated\nThe corner was our time when time stood still and\nGators and snakeskins and\nYellow and pink and? profiles??\n\nVerse 2: (Common)\nStreet lights and deep nights, cats tryin' to eat right\nRidin' no-seat-bikes, with work to feed hypes\nSo they can get sweet Nike's, they head and they feet right\nDesires of street life, cars and weed types\nIts hard to breathe nights, days are thief-like\nThe beasts roam the streets, the police is Greek-like\nGame that is deep, we speak and believe hype\nBanged in the streets has cop left for deep life (?)\nIts steep life, coming up where niggaz is sheep-like\nRappers and hoopers, we strive to be like\nG's with three strikes, seeds that need light\nCheese and recite, needs and BE strife\nThe corner, where struggle and greed fight\nWe write songs about wrong 'cause it's hard to see right\nLook to the sky, hoping it will bleed light\nReality's a bitch, and I heard that she bites\nThe corner\n\nHook\n\n(Spoken: Lost Prophets)\nThe corner was our magic, our music, our politics\nFires raised as tribal dances and war cries\nBroke out on different corners\nPower to the people\nBlack power\nBlack is beautiful\n\nVerse 3: (Common)\nBlack church services, murderers, Arabs serving burgers\nAs cats with gold permanents, move they bags as herbalists\nThe dirt isn't just fertile, it's people workin' and earnin' this\nThe curb getters go where the cats flow and the current is\nIts so hot that niggaz burn to live\nThe furnace is, whether money movin', the determined live\nWe talk shit, play lotto, and buy German beers\nIts so black packed with action that's affirmative\nThe corners\n\nHook\n\n(Spoken: Lost Prophets)\nThe corner was our Rock of Gibraltar, our Stonehenge\nOur Taj Mahal, our monument\nOur testimonial to freedom, to peace, and to love\nDown on the corner","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.48] 1:(Common)\n[00:15.03] Memories on corners with the fo's and the mo's\n[00:18.61] Walk to the store for the rose, talking straightforward to hoes\n[00:21.32] Got uncles that smoke, and some put blow up they nose\n[00:24.13] To cope with the lows, the wind is cold and it blows\n[00:26.88] In they socks and they soles, niggaz holdin' they rolls\n[00:30.47] Corners leave souls opened and closed, hopin' for mo'\n[00:34.05] We know where to go, niggaz rollin' in droves\n[00:36.79] They shoot the wrong way, 'cause they ain't know and they goes\n[00:39.53] The streets ain't safe 'cause they ain't knowing the code\n[00:43.17] By the foes I was told, either focus or fold\n[00:45.86] Got cousins with flows, hope they open some doors\n[00:48.55] So we can cop clothes and roll in a Rolls\n[00:52.23] Now I roll in a Olds, with windows that don't roll\n[00:54.95] Down the roads where cars get broken and stole\n[00:57.64] These are the stories told by Stony and Cottage Grove\n[01:01.20] The world is cold, the block is hot as a stove\n[01:04.06] On the corners\n[01:04.97] (Kanye West)\n[01:05.81] I wish I could key this feelin'\n[01:07.68] I wish I could key this feelin'\n[01:11.25] On the corners niggaz rob or kill\n[01:13.92] And dyin' just to make a livin', huh?\n[01:16.74] (Spoken: Lost Prophets)\n[01:17.61] We overstated, we underrated, we educated\n[01:19.47] The corner was our time when time stood still and\n[01:23.09] Gators and snakeskins and\n[01:24.89] Yellow and pink and? profiles??\n[01:28.59] Verse 2: (Common)\n[01:29.42] Street lights and deep nights, cats tryin' to eat right\n[01:34.83] Ridin' no-seat-bikes, with work to feed hypes\n[01:37.58] So they can get sweet Nike's, they head and they feet right\n[01:38.45] Desires of street life, cars and weed types\n[01:41.24] Its hard to breathe nights, days are thief-like\n[01:44.80] The beasts roam the streets, the police is Greek-like\n[01:47.59] Game that is deep, we speak and believe hype\n[01:50.22] Banged in the streets has cop left for deep life (?)\n[01:53.98] Its steep life, coming up where niggaz is sheep-like\n[01:56.65] Rappers and hoopers, we strive to be like\n[01:59.32] G's with three strikes, seeds that need light\n[02:02.91] Cheese and recite, needs and BE strife\n[02:05.72] The corner, where struggle and greed fight\n[02:07.59] We write songs about wrong 'cause it's hard to see right\n[02:11.17] Look to the sky, hoping it will bleed light\n[02:14.75] Reality's a bitch, and I heard that she bites\n[02:18.45] The corner\n[02:19.31] Hook\n[02:30.16] (Spoken: Lost Prophets)\n[02:31.10] The corner was our magic, our music, our politics\n[02:33.88] Fires raised as tribal dances 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The world is cold, the block is hot as a stove\n  On the corners\n\n  (Kanye West)\n  I wish I could key this feelin'\n  I wish I could key this feelin'\n  On the corners niggaz rob or kill\n  And dyin' just to make a livin', huh?\n\n  (Spoken: Lost Prophets)\n  We overstated, we underrated, we educated\n  The corner was our time when time stood still and\n  Gators and snakeskins and\n  Yellow and pink and? profiles??\n\n  Verse 2: (Common)\n  Street lights and deep nights, cats tryin' to eat right\n  Ridin' no-seat-bikes, with work to feed hypes\n  So they can get sweet Nike's, they head and they feet right\n  Desires of street life, cars and weed types\n  Its hard to breathe nights, days are thief-like\n  The beasts roam the streets, the police is Greek-like\n  Game that is deep, we speak and believe hype\n  Banged in the streets has cop left for deep life (?)\n  Its steep life, coming up where niggaz is sheep-like\n  Rappers and hoopers, we strive to be like\n  G's with three 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