מילים לשיר Hangin' Out – 2 Live Crew

"It's not the way to do it!")
(gunshots)
("Shut up bitch!")
("You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge.")
("Yeahhhhh boyyyyy!")
("This is serious business.") Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
("Come by boy!")
Hangin' on the corner, lookin' real sporty
Coolin' with the fellas while downin' a 40
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
Nothing to do, just killin' time
We played for a while, 'till my luck was out
Rankin' on the bitches hanging in the street
So the bitches walked by and my dick popped out
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
And bitches clownin', cryin' and all that
I'm smokin' a fat one, takin' a 40 to the head
Hangin' out, the whole nine yards
But yet, still, I keep my gat
Watch out, fool, get shot dead
Rollin' real hard in a sixAnd all you fools in the game, you sillyMotherfuckin' punk, step out my way
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.