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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Urban Dance Squad
Urban Dance Squad
Performer
René van Barneveld
René van Barneveld
Guitar
Silvano Matadin
Silvano Matadin
Background Vocals
Michel Schoots
Michel Schoots
Drums
Patrick Tilon
Patrick Tilon
Vocals
Arjen de Vreede
Arjen de Vreede
Scratches
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
René van Barneveld
René van Barneveld
Composer
Silvano Matadin
Silvano Matadin
Composer
Michel Schoots
Michel Schoots
Composer
Patrick Tilon
Patrick Tilon
Lyrics
Arjen de Vreede
Arjen de Vreede
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Urban Dance Squad
Urban Dance Squad
Producer
J.M.A.
J.M.A.
Producer
Michel Dierickx
Michel Dierickx
Engineer
Djoum
Djoum
Mixing Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer

Στίχοι

Now, tell me, who's that man on the corner? I can tell, a guy, a transformer Transform your mind, take your soul Creating young futures, plays the head role A guy, firm as your mouth from the go Innovate crime, a store that ho Don't know his name, just obeys orders Stays out of range, man on the corner Man on the corner, I'm known to you Spreading disease like the flu If he gets you, sticks like glue After harm is done, you're through Beware of the big bad Pumas she clothes Takes his break and then he goes Can't do you any good, they only destroys Criminal play, he is the viceroy Above him rules the big boss and his convoy Watch your steps when you deal with him, homeboy Alright, it easy money, need a fast buck Make a deal, after that you're stuck Doesn't work out, cops appear in your block Pine away in jail, leaves you like dirt muck If you talk, you're the one they will trace End up with a gun in your face Threaten your next of kin, you are amazed? No matter how you see it, you're the one who pays The winner, you're the loser, that's the case Man on the corner, foe of the human race Man on the corner Man, man on the corner Man on the corner Man, man on the corner Man on the corner, got my sister Talking all that crap, were the big mister Should've known better from the day you kissed her She would end up with a face full of blisters You did your job real nice and slow A walking disgrace, being low Family disrespects her, that's a real blow Remember you're the one who made you a ho Think it out what you can take Don't you have conscience, for God's sake Suppose you don't, your ways are real bad Make victims every day, never regret Earn the profit and the bread Sometimes I wonder if I'm on the wrong planet A large number of girls you have invaded Get even with you is very complicated But now I'm prepared to wait for the final hour Every possible way I'll use to get you, coward Said my boots are made for walking, that's what they do One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you These boots are made for walking, that's what they do One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you, man Man on the corner Man, man on the corner Man on the corner Man, man on the corner Yo, grab a nine
Writer(s): Martinus H Michel Schoots, Patrick Tilon, Rene H J Van Barneveld, Silvano C Matadin, Ernst A A Arjen De Vreede Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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