Hangin' Out - 2 Live Crew

["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 wante