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Macklemore – Corner Store (feat. Dave B & Travis Thompson)

Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Okay, 2 AM, I’m posted (I’m posted)
All in my Jansport
Moving to Utah, run with
Might treat your block like a dance floor
Finesse the rent out the landlord
Mama said, "Pull your pants up"
Bending corners, and scraper are loyal to tell my bands up
I’m pushing, moving work, proving
There’s commas on the way
Put the pussy on pedestal, blow the medical to the face
It’s sad that they know my face
Rollin heaven in my new Wraith
Declining the call from labels
Still grubbin’ on struggle tastes
They all wanna know what’s next, I don’t even know myself
Nah, I don’t wanna hear your bullshit, I don’t really need your help
I’m posted and smoking just like my uncles before me
I politic with the stagnant, forget my day by the morning, it go
Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
I grew up on Old English, that’s that malt liquor (aha)
Never smoked a Backwood, it was all Swishers (uh-uh)
Before I pulled a fake ID out on a bartender
I was on bag of Cuban Z’s, walking off kilter
We ain’t have no common sense
Through that dirt and hop that fence (aha)
Roasting, talking shit, we mobbing, I just got my mama’s whip (Hell yeah)
We blow dank out that window
Right with your tape up, it’s garbage
I used to roll up a spliff, and I mixed the weed with the Parliament, ayy (oh shit)
Couldn’t tell you ’bout our future (Yeah)
We was on the corner, posted (yeah)
Wasn’t thinking ’bout tomorrow (uh-uh)
On the rooftop smoking (smokin’)
Swisher guts in the Funyun bag (yes)
I was just doing my thing (my thing)
Hit the hot food aisle (uhuh)
Got the gizzards instead of the wings (Gizzards)
But it’s all love, run my route, play the course
Sweatpants, shorts, wife beater, posted on the porch
Reminiscing, 2:11, and we smokin’ on some Ports
And getting hella faded
Gotta re-up so you know we ’bout to hit the
Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Taking my time, working it out
Counting the coin, breaking my back (yeah)
All in my loins, all on my nerves
Can’t get a break, but that’s my snack
Call me Almond Joy, mama’s boy
Can’t afford none of what you ordered
Shit, I’m hardly on, not quite broke
Off the wall but on the boarder
Pushing pen to the paper for peso
They wanna leggo
Close construction, no room for the huevos (yeah yeah)
You gotta love it
That’s Benny, he like Montego, he save you like the gecko
He not gon’ pay the debt ’til you ice, get OG Maco
Boy so wonderful
Them cheap thrills, they come and they go, yeah
Talking ’bout we saved you a seat, boy, boy
They don’t want no one to know long as you comfortable, yeah
Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ ’round the city and we hide behind the tints
Out the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Corner store, that’s all (Gemini)
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change
The courage to change the things I can
And the wisdom to know the difference

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Macklemore – Corner Store (feat. Dave B & Travis Thompson) (On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Okay, 2 AM, I’m posted (I’m posted)
All in my Jansport
Moving to Utah, run with
Might treat your block like a dance floor
Finesse the rent out the landlord
Mama said, "Pull your pants up"
Bending corners, and scraper are loyal to tell my bands up
I’m pushing, moving work, proving
There’s commas on the way
Put the pussy on pedestal, blow the medical to the face
It’s sad that they know my face
Rollin heaven in my new Wraith
Declining the call from labels
Still grubbin’ on struggle tastes
They all wanna know what’s next, I don’t even know myself
Nah, I don’t wanna hear your bullshit, I don’t really need your help
I’m posted and smoking just like my uncles before me
I politic with the stagnant, forget my day by the morning, it go
Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
I grew up on Old English, that’s that malt liquor (aha)
Never smoked a Backwood, it was all Swishers (uh-uh)
Before I pulled a fake ID out on a bartender
I was on bag of Cuban Z’s, walking off kilter
We ain’t have no common sense
Through that dirt and hop that fence (aha)
Roasting, talking shit, we mobbing, I just got my mama’s whip (Hell yeah)
We blow dank out that window
Right with your tape up, it’s garbage
I used to roll up a spliff, and I mixed the weed with the Parliament, ayy (oh shit)
Couldn’t tell you ’bout our future (Yeah)
We was on the corner, posted (yeah)
Wasn’t thinking ’bout tomorrow (uh-uh)
On the rooftop smoking (smokin’)
Swisher guts in the Funyun bag (yes)
I was just doing my thing (my thing)
Hit the hot food aisle (uhuh)
Got the gizzards instead of the wings (Gizzards)
But it’s all love, run my route, play the course
Sweatpants, shorts, wife beater, posted on the porch
Reminiscing, 2:11, and we smokin’ on some Ports
And getting hella faded
Gotta re-up so you know we ’bout to hit the
Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Taking my time, working it out
Counting the coin, breaking my back (yeah)
All in my loins, all on my nerves
Can’t get a break, but that’s my snack
Call me Almond Joy, mama’s boy
Can’t afford none of what you ordered
Shit, I’m hardly on, not quite broke
Off the wall but on the boarder
Pushing pen to the paper for peso
They wanna leggo
Close construction, no room for the huevos (yeah yeah)
You gotta love it
That’s Benny, he like Montego, he save you like the gecko
He not gon’ pay the debt ’til you ice, get OG Maco
Boy so wonderful
Them cheap thrills, they come and they go, yeah
Talking ’bout we saved you a seat, boy, boy
They don’t want no one to know long as you comfortable, yeah
Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ ’round the city and we hide behind the tints
Out the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Corner store, that’s all (Gemini)
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change
The courage to change the things I can
And the wisdom to know the difference

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Corner store – Macklemore feat. Travis Thompson lyrics

Lyrics Macklemore – Corner store

Corner store, 2 A.M
Got some mango high-chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benzo, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
/Posted at the corner store./(x4)

Okay, 2 A.M. I’m posted (I’m posted)
Dope all in my Jansport
Moving, the youth I run with
Might treat your block like a dance floor
Finesse the rent out the landlord
Momma said “Pull your pants up”
Bending corners and scraper are loyal to tell my bands up
I’m pushin’, movin’ work, improvin’
There’s commas on the way
Put the p***y on pedestal
Blow the medical to the face
It’s evident on my face
Rollin’ heaven in my new Wraith
Declinin’ the call from labels
Still grubbin’ on struggle plates
They all wanna know whats next, s**t, I don’t even know myself
Nah, I don’t wanna hear your best s**t, I don’t really need your help
I’m posted and smokin’ just like my uncles before me
I politic with the stagnant, forget my day by the morning, it go.

Corner store, 2 A.M
Got some mango high-chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benzo, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
/Posted at the corner store./(x4)

I grew up on Old English, that’s that malt liquor
Never smoked a backwood, it was all Swishers
Before I pulled a fake ID out on a bartender
I was on a bag of Cuban Z’s, walkin’ off kilter
We ain’t have no common sense
Do that dirt and hop that fence
Roastin’, talkin’ s**t, we mobbin’, I just got my momma’s whip
We blow dank out that window, right with your tape up, it’s garbage
I used to roll up a spliff, and I mixed the weed with the Parliament, ayy
Couldn’t tell you ’bout our future
We was on the corner, posted
Wasn’t thinking ’bout tomorrow
On the rooftop smokin’
Swisher guts in the Funyun bag
I was just doing my thing
Hit the hot food aisle
Got the gizzards instead of the wings
But it’s all love, run my route, play the course
Sweatpants, shorts, wife beater, posted on the porch
Reminiscing, 2:11, and we smokin’ on some Ports
And getting hella faded
Gotta re-up so you know we ’bout to hit the..

Corner store, 2 A.M
Got some mango high-chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benzo, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
/Posted at the corner store./(x4)

Takin’ my time, workin’ it out
Countin’ the coin, breakin’ my back
All in my loins, all on my nerves
Can’t get a break, but that’s my snack
Call me Almond Joy, momma’s boy
Can’t afford none of what you order
S**t, I’m hardly on, not quite broke
Off the wall, but on the border
Pushin’ pen to the paper for peso
They wanna Lego versuri-lyrics.info
Close construction, no room for the huevos
You gotta love it
That’s Benny, he like Montego, he save you like the gecko
He not gon’ pay to date you, you get ousted, OG Maco
Boy so wonderful
Them cheap thrills, they come and they go, yeah
Talking ’bout we saved you a seat, boy, boy
They don’t want no one to know, long as you comfortable, yeah.

Corner store, 2 A.M
Got some mango high-chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benzo, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
/Posted at the corner store./(x4)

Corner store
That’s all
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the differenceee.
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Macklemore – Corner Store lyrics

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Corner Store lyrics

Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango high-chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store

[Verse 1: Travis Thompson]
Okay, 2 AM, I’m posted
[?] while in my Jansport
Moving to Utah, [?]
Might treat your block like a dance floor
Finesse the rent out the landlord
Momma said, “Pull your pants up”
[?] corners, and scraper are loyal [?] bands up
I’m pushing, moving work, improving
There’s commas on the way
Put the [?] on pedestal, blow the medical to the face
It’s sad that they know my face
Rollin heaven in my new Wraith
Declining the call from labels
Still grubbin’ on [?]
They all wanna know whats next, I don’t even know myself
Now, I don’t wanna hear your [?], I don’t really need your help
I’m posted and smoking just like my uncles before me
I politic with the [?], forget my day by the morning

[Chorus: Dave B]
Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango high-chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store

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[Verse 2: Macklemore]
I grew up on Old English, that’s that malt liquor
Never smoked a backwood, it was all Swishers
Before I pulled a fake ID out on a bartender
I was on bag of Cuban Z’s, walking off kilter
We ain’t have no common sense
Through that dirt and hop that fence
Roasting, talking sh*t, we mobbing, I just got my momma’s whip
We blow dank out that window
[?] with your tape up, it’s garbage
I used to roll up [?], I mixed the red with the [?]
Can I tell you ’bout our future? We was on the corner, posted
Wasn’t thinking ’bout tomorrow, on the rooftop smoking
Swisher guts in the Funyun bag, I was just doing my thing
Hit the hot food aisle, got the gizzards instead of the wings
But it’s [?], play the course
Sweatpants, shorts, wife beater, posted on the porch
Reminiscing to 11 and we smoking on some Ports
And getting [?]
Gotta re-up so you know we ’bout to hit the

[Chorus: Dave B]
Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango high-chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store

[Verse 3: Dave B]
Taking my time, working it out
Counting the coin, breaking my back
All in my loins, all on my nerves
Can’t get a break, but that’s my snack
Call me Almond Joy, mama’s boy
Can’t afford none of what you ordered
I’m [?] on the border
Pushing pen to the paper for peso, they wanna leggo
Close construction, no room for the huevos, you gotta love it
That’s Benny, he like Montego, he save you like the gecko
He not gon’ pay the debt ’til you [?]
Boy so wonderful
Them cheap thrills, they come and they go, yeah
Talking ’bout we saved you a seat, boy
But they don’t want no one to know long as you comfortable

[Chorus: Dave B]
Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango high-chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store

[Chorus: Maklemore]
Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango high-chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip

[Outro]
Corner store, that’s all (Gemini)
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.

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Shyheim – 21st Century Crisis Lyrics

SHYHEIM
21st Century Crisis Lyrics

[Intro: Shyheim]
Flick up your lighters (yeah, uh)
Flick up your lighters (yeah, yeah, yeah, come on, Bottom Up! yeah)
Flick up your lighters (Ay, 2Pac already told y’all moron)
Who got beef, I’m just here to reinform my shit
You know, you done did Big, you done did Craig Mack
Man, you did Shyheim (New York, New York) You did the kid
That’s how we gon’ do it, we gon’ this real clever
From the Staten Island connection, oh

[Chorus: Shyheim]
I’m the 21st Century Crisis, run with two five-to-lifers
That buck at bikers, get booked on Riker’s
I’m the 21st Century Crisis, I’m a fighter
Flick up your lighters, for your nigga
With bigger website, despite us
I’m the 21st Century Crisis, run with two five-to-lifers
That buck at bikers, get booked on Riker’s
21st Century Crisis, I’m a fighter
Flick up your lighters, my nigga

[Shyheim]
I’m street intelligent
Puffin’ that drink with Lazanet, that get an elephant
Get out of line, like them little kid, colorin’
I body your ass, then bury your ass, then dig you
Back the f**k up, and shoot up your skeletons
For talkin’ all that jazz, like you Duke Ellington
I melt your shit, like when Sundew, people with no melennin
Shy, the 21st Century Crisis, spittin’ shit
And piss on rappers, like they C.O.’s on Riker’s
Death arrive, the last face you’ll ever see is Shy’s
And my hand’s wrapped around more necks than Armani ties
Came through in the M-5, tinted and kitted
The color of spinach, with Monica and Mya in it
I inspired, The Boy Is Mine Remix
And the begets on my wrists be the size of Cheez-It’s
I’ve been gettin’ it, ever since I could remember
That’s why I post a million dollar bail like Baretta
I crush your mic, I crush your mic twice
I move like Saddam, I got twenty look-a-likes
Wear twenty different color Nike’s
I’m like Ghost, I keep a bird on my arm flooded with ice

[Chorus]

[Interlude: Shyheim]
Yeah, flick up your lighters
It’s Bottom Up, nigga

[Shyheim]
I bust your head open, with an 40 ounce of Old English
Then be thinkin’ to myself, I could of, should of drinked it
As a man think of inner thoughts
So he in, deep inside your pudding, you don’t want it with kid
Who got it on with the dogs, and every jail of my bid
Had a scalpal put up my ass, not on no faggot shit
Twenty one guns a year, that’s what my average is
And I ain’t gon’ quit, until you get my enemies
The what? Out the whip, I’m the dude that they love to hate
Hate that they love, with too much street drama
To be in somebody’s club, so I’m cautious
Cuz I know shit that get funky, just like horse shit
Like I could be dead or in jail, by the morning
All everybody else’ll be doing is talking
About the unfortunate, let a couple years fly by
Everybody forget, it’s like you gone in the wind
You going to the pen, but y’all don’t hear me though
Let me say the shit again, like you gone in the wind
You going to the pen, twenty years will make a friend
One day to lose a friend, that’s why I speak less and listen more

[Chorus]

[Outro: Shyheim]
Flick up your lighters, flick up your lighters
I’m the 21st Century Crisis, and that means
Man, I’m bringing it back to New York
Staten Island, New York (put ten years on this beat)
Brooklyn, Queens, The Bronx, Manhattan, Uptown (cock that shit)
You know takin’ my early days, let’s take this shit back
New York, New York, that’s where I’m from