Testi:
Strange Corner On Your Steps

your veins with a lot of hopes and a lot of wishes to realize try to remember when you were a lovely little girl try to return on your steps on your steps

it, I'm sayin, stop playin with it You, your crew and your DJ can hit it It's time to clean out your locker And make way for the mind shocker, chief rhyme

it [Bridge:] "Who's it on, who's it on, who's it-on? [Repeat]" Verse Two: Del the Funky Homosapien Yeah, it's time I add flavor, and I'm glad I came your

Keep yo' business to yourself and don't get sloppy Talkin pig-latin keep you employed Sizzoldiers with choppers and walkie-tizznalkies Call on yo' ass, have wisdom, use your

[Kool G. Rap] Brothers on the corner sellin junk got held up by the hotties got the shotties in the trunk You got the hardrocks wavin glocks at the punks

Glad to see you run when you run in place Glad to see your ass when your lost in space The final punch here is here yeah Stranger in a strange land Is

don't wanna be tryin me Keep on lookin at me strange, I'ma have you seein siamese Close your eyes, look away, your clock is tickin no time to play Keep

just ain't right Because you're snitchin' on your homies be seat up in the pen And niggas wanna stick you if they see your ass again You're hangin' on

, torture pack, pump it to max Till your heart collapse, fully auto rap Might lose your eye sight, blood type, a-alike Snake bite, gorge on this mic,