2 Live Crew - Hangin' Out lyrics

["It's not the way to do it!"] [gunshots] ["Shut up b**h!"] ["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 k**in' 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 b**hes walked by and my dick popped out Rankin' on the b**hes 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 f** with the Kid while I'm hangin' out! (Interval: Marquis talking. Most of his words are indistinct.) Verse 2: Brother Marquis Me and my n***a, 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 b**hes clownin', cryin' and all that But yet, still, I keep my gat Rollin' real hard in a six-tre ('63) Motherf**in' punk, step out my way And all you fools in the game, you silly-a** lames You can't f** with me; I'm wild and not tame Like a savage beast, I'm out on the street So, motherf**er, 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 f** with me while I'm around in the back I'm always strapped when I'm hangin' out!