Hittin' Corners

[Verse 1]

Anotha Day!

Dolla

Holla if you hear me

Comin with the bumps in my hoop'

As swoo-woop

Here I am

The mack it's clear I am

K-Dee, so baby get with the program

Damn

What's on the menu

It's about 10 to 5

So let me see what the weather's like

Step outside, glide to my ride, hit the button for the alarm 'chirp-chirp-disarm'

Pull the top back, cock the hammer on my Glock back

I ain't trippin, just lettin' 'em know I ain't slippin

Sippin, on some Lipton Iced Tea flossin

Don't trip, it ain't easy, cause it costs to be the boss

And so, I'm on the hunt

Never front with the cash flow

Hittin' Corna's slow on the go so now you know

My tires are Armor-All'd, spit shined wax on

Tank kinda low so I pulls into Exxon

Give me 10 on six, damn look at baby at pump 4

What you doin with all that rump, ho?

She must have endz, rollin in a benz

Could it be her's, or maybe it's her boyfriend's?

Slid me her number

I wonder if you got a man, cause not a man other than me can get you hotter than

Cayenne pepper

Swept her off her feet when I boned her

Catchin bitches hittin Corna's

[Hook]

Diamond in the back

Sunroof Top

Diggin the scene how the players lean

And to the ho's that be out there strollin

You know I'm rollin

Creepin up on ya

Hittin Corners

[Verse 2]

Skip to my Lou, took a sip of my brew

Called up my homies and took a trip with my crew

Down to the spot where the ho's all jock

Twenty-four seven around the motherfuckin clock

Tick-tock as they flock in packs

The macks come around while the other's look for sacks

But I'm lookin for the ones that ain't too proud to beg

When I spots 'em, watch 'em, swing from this third leg

Hittin no switches, but still gettin my clown on

Banked a quick left cause there's more of them down on

Crenshaw and Vernon, watch the curb while I'm turnin

Don't wanna scrape them tires, they ain't no Dayton wires

But I still got 'em feenin, leanin like I'm in the '64

But I'm in this coupe and I'm still lettin these tricks know

I'm from that number 1 crew in yo area

I ain't bullshittin, the corners I be hittin'

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

One time I was rollin deep, I creep with caution

I'm bone it, cause they want it, I don't sleep that often

Slauson make a right cause they got it blocked off

For 3 corners straight up to 58th street

Detour, be sure they ain't on my tail

Bail, what the hell, they gets smoked on the DL

Just let me ride like Dre, and play my music loud

Steady mobbin', heads a bobbin' as I move through the crowd

Slow down, hit the hazards when I cross the train track

My sounds are bumpin' loud enough to make your brain crack

Bazooka Tubes bumpin Ice Cube, nigga make it rough, make it smooth

Yeah, show yo eyes so act like you know

It's 1994 so let this mack through the door

I'm in like Flynn, there ain't no stoppin

Seen my homie Snope, nigga what's poppin?

Chronic smokin, have yo ass chokin

Just about to blaze, damn we had to raise

Cause 5-0 creep my homie peeps so we jetted

Got my 9, plus no time, to be gettin sweated

[Hook until the song ends]