4 Corners Lyrics & Tabs by Homeboy Sandman
4 Corners
guitar chords lyrics
The four corners of course, the four corners, the four corners
The four corners of course, the four corners, the four corners
New York stories in vignettes
I'm still yelling out front, they ain't let me in yet
Where if you make the wrong left or right someone gon' write you a chin check
Feeling froggy? Leap, or find you a princess
Try to get you a kiss, light you a incense
Heaven sent, but move secular in a sense
Boy Sand on the set, protecting the innocents
I'm just listing the rules
Supernatural, international without enlisting no mules
Bros and sisters tryna convince me I should listen to mutes
I be missing at the mixer, I be missing the muse
Holding rallies in the allies how we rally the troops
We know all the chutes and the ladders, ain't a badder platoon
I be missing at the mixer, I be missing the muse
Holding rallies in the allies how we rally the troops
We know all the chutes and the ladders, ain't a badder platoon
So let me get applause for the four corners of course
A chorus for the four corners
I'm not an X's and O's coach
I just go for the throat
That's my only approach
Can't hold me, I'm like the holy ghost
Rolling stone, where papers are supposedly for rolling stoats
I'mma roll these scrolls
Metrocard or paying these tolls you gon' pay these trolls
Has anybody heard Tony Robbins or Joel Olsteen?
That's a gel nah, cats are tryna blow off steam
Notebooks without subjects, just random work
In knapsacks that are subject to random search
That's how the coppers work
Since ain't no one the coppers serve I be the Papa Smurf
They'll have my family in the paddy wagon after improper search
And have the dragon breath and need to pop a Certs
So let me get applause for the four corners of course
The chorus for the four corners
Its hot enough to catch a tan under grey skies
Cradle to the grave it's all relayed through the grapevine
Even though I wonder if the bomb sniffing canines
Gon' meet me at the pearly gates I'm having a great time
Catchers in the rye beware the batters the steam sins
Best to grab a Whopper, sit and watch it in real time
Cameras all on the wildlife
Zooming in, zooming out
Move em in, move em out
Can't afford to take a second, keep forgetting to brush
These girls be out already nekkid enough
Reminds me of that Reggae record "Tempted to Touch"
My mans be never up for breakfast and lunch
In his crib B, all you see is Dr. Pepper's and blunts
Kept his lady though she covered up his pecker with bumps
So let me get applause for the four corners of course
The chorus for the four corners
