Hittin Corners

Lyrics

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
 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
 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'
 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
 One time I was rollin deep, I creep with caution
 I'm bone it, cause they want it, I don't sleep that often
 Slausen 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 jammed
 Got my 9, plus no time, to be gettin swelled
 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
 Creepin up on ya
 Hittin Corners
 Creepin up on ya
 Hittin Corners
 

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Song Details

Duration
04:43
Key
2
Tempo
84 BPM

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