2 Live Crew
Hangin` Out

[Intro]
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!