Chorus

We 'bout to roll to the corner me and my crew
We 'bout to roll to the corner and get us some brew
We 'bout to roll to the corner and some swishers too
So we can roll a fat blunt and get perved

Another fine day in this land I live / Oakland we're they don't give a shit and that's it / You know I'm sellin dank and split the profit 50/50 / With this other brother who went in half with me / Now, first before we burst the move / We gotta sooth our nerves with the liquor / Then we don't bicker / We'll be relaxed ask your mama / This shit is like a war zone / Streets is hot like the Bahamas / But we will stay away from the drama / I'm wearin' my snipe, my arctic jacket with the wool like a llama / But then we had to pause like a comma / Cause someone got stuck and bucked and family was outside with trauma / We heard the shots from inside and whenever gats go off / I hit the deck and hide / And if po-po said they got there on time they lied / But you gotta give them credit they try / I see a mother cry and I'm wondering why / And my man said fuck it aint nothin' we can do / But to continue our mission down the block for the brew / And we out (yeah, yeah)

Chorus (Repeat 2x)

We 'bout to roll to the corner me and my crew
We 'bout to roll to the corner and get us some brew
We 'bout to roll to the corner and some swishers too
So we can roll a fat blunt and get perved

On our way we 'bout half way there / Children runnin' everywhere like they just don't care / The Muslim Bakery is like right between / And if I pass by with beer they will look at me mean / So I ducks in and gets my Final Call now / Cause still my brain gotta be well endowed and proud / The ambulances signals and glances / So let's hurry up and don't take no chances / Niggas step to us trying to rap like we got all the answers / In front of the store trying to work that slight of hand / The panhandlers, they not no amateurs / Daily reminders of how I gotta find a way to come up / It sums up life along with the kids and a wife / But anyway, we pass the local grocery store / And you can be sure the meats and the produce ain't good no more / Some of it is from days before / I want it fresh and the clerk ain't my race so its stress / They doin me in my community - fuck it, we there / Aint enough for a 6 pack so we had to share / A nice little stroll through the April spring air / We hide our shit so the Nation don't see it there

Chorus (Repeat 2x)

We 'bout to roll to the corner me and my crew
We 'bout to roll to the corner and get us some brew
We 'bout to roll to the corner and some swishers too
So we can roll a fat blunt and get perved