| 作曲 : Kanye West & Lonnie Lynn & Umar Bin Hassan & Abiodun Oyewole & Leon Moore | |
| 作词 : Hassan, Lynn, Moore, Oyewole ... | |
| Vocal：Common/Kanye West/The Last Poets | |
| [Verse 1：Common] | |
| Memories on corners with the fours & the moors (pronounced foes and moes) | |
| Walk to the store for the rose talking straightforward to | |
| Got uncles that smoke it some put blow up they nose | |
| To cope with they lows the wind is cold & it blows | |
| In they socks & they souls holding they rolls | |
| Corners leave souls opened & closed hoping for more | |
| With nowhere to go rolling in droves | |
| They shoot the wrong way cause they ain't knowing they goal | |
| The streets ain't safe cause they ain't knowing he code | |
| By the fours I was told either focus or fold | |
| Got cousins with flows hope they open some doors | |
| So we can cop clothes & roll in a Rolls | |
| Now I roll in a 'Olds' with windows that don't roll | |
| Down the roads where cars get broke in & stole | |
| These are the stories told by Stony & Cottage Grove | |
| The world is cold the block is hot as a stove | |
| On the corners | |
| [Hook: Kanye West] | |
| I wish I could give ya this feeling | |
| I wish I could give ya this feeling | |
| On the corners, robbing, killing, dying | |
| Just to make a living (huh) | |
| [Spoken: The Last Poets] | |
| We underrated, we educated | |
| The corner was our time when times stood still | |
| And gators and snakes gangs and yellow and pink | |
| And colored blue profiles glorifying that | |
| [Verse 2: Common] | |
| Streetlights & deepnights cats trying to eat right | |
| Riding no seat bikes with work to feed hypes | |
| So they can keep sweet Nikes they head & they feet right | |
| Desires of streetlife cars & weed types | |
| It's hard to breath nights days are thief like | |
| The beast roam the streets the police is Greeklike | |
| Game at it's peak we speak & believe hype | |
| Bang in the streets hats cocked left or deep right | |
| Its steep life coming up where sheeplike | |
| Rappers & hoopers we strive to be like | |
| G's with 3 stripes seeds that need light | |
| Cheese & weaves tight needs & thieves strike | |
| The corner where struggle & greed fight | |
| We write songs about wrong cause it's hard to see right | |
| Look to the sky hoping it will bleed light | |
| Reality's and I heard that she bites | |
| The corner | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Spoken: The Last Poets] | |
| The corner was our magic, our music, our politics | |
| Fires raised as tribal dancers and | |
| war cries that broke out on different corners | |
| Power to the people, black power, black is beautiful | |
| [Verse 3: Common] | |
| Black church services, murderers, Arabs serving burger its | |
| Cats with gold permanents move they bags as herbalist | |
| The dirt isn't just fertile its people working & earning this | |
| The curb-getters go where the cash flow & the current is | |
| It's so hot that burn to live the furnace is | |
| Where the money move & the determined live | |
| We talk play lotto & buy german beers | |
| It's so black packed with action that's affirmative | |
| The corners | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Spoken: The Last Poets] | |
| The corner was our Rock of Gibraltar, our Stonehenge | |
| Our Taj Mahal, our monument, | |
| Our testimonial to freedom, to peace and to love | |
| Down on the corner... |
| zuo qu : Kanye West Lonnie Lynn Umar Bin Hassan Abiodun Oyewole Leon Moore | |
| zuo ci : Hassan, Lynn, Moore, Oyewole ... | |
| Vocal: Common Kanye West The Last Poets | |
| Verse 1: Common | |
| Memories on corners with the fours the moors pronounced foes and moes | |
| Walk to the store for the rose talking straightforward to | |
| Got uncles that smoke it some put blow up they nose | |
| To cope with they lows the wind is cold it blows | |
| In they socks they souls holding they rolls | |
| Corners leave souls opened closed hoping for more | |
| With nowhere to go rolling in droves | |
| They shoot the wrong way cause they ain' t knowing they goal | |
| The streets ain' t safe cause they ain' t knowing he code | |
| By the fours I was told either focus or fold | |
| Got cousins with flows hope they open some doors | |
| So we can cop clothes roll in a Rolls | |
| Now I roll in a ' Olds' with windows that don' t roll | |
| Down the roads where cars get broke in stole | |
| These are the stories told by Stony Cottage Grove | |
| The world is cold the block is hot as a stove | |
| On the corners | |
| Hook: Kanye West | |
| I wish I could give ya this feeling | |
| I wish I could give ya this feeling | |
| On the corners, robbing, killing, dying | |
| Just to make a living huh | |
| Spoken: The Last Poets | |
| We underrated, we educated | |
| The corner was our time when times stood still | |
| And gators and snakes gangs and yellow and pink | |
| And colored blue profiles glorifying that | |
| Verse 2: Common | |
| Streetlights deepnights cats trying to eat right | |
| Riding no seat bikes with work to feed hypes | |
| So they can keep sweet Nikes they head they feet right | |
| Desires of streetlife cars weed types | |
| It' s hard to breath nights days are thief like | |
| The beast roam the streets the police is Greeklike | |
| Game at it' s peak we speak believe hype | |
| Bang in the streets hats cocked left or deep right | |
| Its steep life coming up where sheeplike | |
| Rappers hoopers we strive to be like | |
| G' s with 3 stripes seeds that need light | |
| Cheese weaves tight needs thieves strike | |
| The corner where struggle greed fight | |
| We write songs about wrong cause it' s hard to see right | |
| Look to the sky hoping it will bleed light | |
| Reality' s and I heard that she bites | |
| The corner | |
| Hook | |
| Spoken: The Last Poets | |
| The corner was our magic, our music, our politics | |
| Fires raised as tribal dancers and | |
| war cries that broke out on different corners | |
| Power to the people, black power, black is beautiful | |
| Verse 3: Common | |
| Black church services, murderers, Arabs serving burger its | |
| Cats with gold permanents move they bags as herbalist | |
| The dirt isn' t just fertile its people working earning this | |
| The curbgetters go where the cash flow the current is | |
| It' s so hot that burn to live the furnace is | |
| Where the money move the determined live | |
| We talk play lotto buy german beers | |
| It' s so black packed with action that' s affirmative | |
| The corners | |
| Hook | |
| Spoken: The Last Poets | |
| The corner was our Rock of Gibraltar, our Stonehenge | |
| Our Taj Mahal, our monument, | |
| Our testimonial to freedom, to peace and to love | |
| Down on the corner... |
| zuò qǔ : Kanye West Lonnie Lynn Umar Bin Hassan Abiodun Oyewole Leon Moore | |
| zuò cí : Hassan, Lynn, Moore, Oyewole ... | |
| Vocal: Common Kanye West The Last Poets | |
| Verse 1: Common | |
| Memories on corners with the fours the moors pronounced foes and moes | |
| Walk to the store for the rose talking straightforward to | |
| Got uncles that smoke it some put blow up they nose | |
| To cope with they lows the wind is cold it blows | |
| In they socks they souls holding they rolls | |
| Corners leave souls opened closed hoping for more | |
| With nowhere to go rolling in droves | |
| They shoot the wrong way cause they ain' t knowing they goal | |
| The streets ain' t safe cause they ain' t knowing he code | |
| By the fours I was told either focus or fold | |
| Got cousins with flows hope they open some doors | |
| So we can cop clothes roll in a Rolls | |
| Now I roll in a ' Olds' with windows that don' t roll | |
| Down the roads where cars get broke in stole | |
| These are the stories told by Stony Cottage Grove | |
| The world is cold the block is hot as a stove | |
| On the corners | |
| Hook: Kanye West | |
| I wish I could give ya this feeling | |
| I wish I could give ya this feeling | |
| On the corners, robbing, killing, dying | |
| Just to make a living huh | |
| Spoken: The Last Poets | |
| We underrated, we educated | |
| The corner was our time when times stood still | |
| And gators and snakes gangs and yellow and pink | |
| And colored blue profiles glorifying that | |
| Verse 2: Common | |
| Streetlights deepnights cats trying to eat right | |
| Riding no seat bikes with work to feed hypes | |
| So they can keep sweet Nikes they head they feet right | |
| Desires of streetlife cars weed types | |
| It' s hard to breath nights days are thief like | |
| The beast roam the streets the police is Greeklike | |
| Game at it' s peak we speak believe hype | |
| Bang in the streets hats cocked left or deep right | |
| Its steep life coming up where sheeplike | |
| Rappers hoopers we strive to be like | |
| G' s with 3 stripes seeds that need light | |
| Cheese weaves tight needs thieves strike | |
| The corner where struggle greed fight | |
| We write songs about wrong cause it' s hard to see right | |
| Look to the sky hoping it will bleed light | |
| Reality' s and I heard that she bites | |
| The corner | |
| Hook | |
| Spoken: The Last Poets | |
| The corner was our magic, our music, our politics | |
| Fires raised as tribal dancers and | |
| war cries that broke out on different corners | |
| Power to the people, black power, black is beautiful | |
| Verse 3: Common | |
| Black church services, murderers, Arabs serving burger its | |
| Cats with gold permanents move they bags as herbalist | |
| The dirt isn' t just fertile its people working earning this | |
| The curbgetters go where the cash flow the current is | |
| It' s so hot that burn to live the furnace is | |
| Where the money move the determined live | |
| We talk play lotto buy german beers | |
| It' s so black packed with action that' s affirmative | |
| The corners | |
| Hook | |
| Spoken: The Last Poets | |
| The corner was our Rock of Gibraltar, our Stonehenge | |
| Our Taj Mahal, our monument, | |
| Our testimonial to freedom, to peace and to love | |
| Down on the corner... |
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