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Bendin' Corners
作詞:Gale Garnett
Big Pimp A K A all up off in yo main gul drawers Frank Dingaling the dirty hog That's some of that Peruvian weed Okay, okay okay okay okay, okay
Now everyday is a pimpin' day so I slide on my 'llac with black alligators Feather in my hat wit a 3 piece tux Ice in my grill plus my Rollie stay plush
Don't got no main lady 'cuz I don't like to fuss Just got one I can trust to bust these keys down to dust Split these G'z out with us, shut these P'z down to flush I got sluts that can puff and blow yo nuts till they bust what
We bendin' corners in a plush crush And keep 2 clips cuz I'm quick to bust One pimp 4 hoes so we gon' ball We got a case of yak so my dick won't fall
Them 20 inches got that Coup Deville sittin' tall Eight 12's beat the hinges off the trunk like stonewall And we gon' creep when we crawl here we come We poppin' 65432 and here comes the 1 and that's for real
I'm bendin' corners in my Cadillac Pistol under my seat wit a sack full of crack Smoking hay, getting blown
I'm bendin' corners in my Cadillac 4 hoes in the back one head in my lap Getting head, on the road
Now, it's eight rules to my game of life Rule 1, learn 'em all and follow 'em right Rule 2, don't take no shit from none of these hoes Just be bought 2 things fuckin' 'em out and leavin' 'em broke
Rule 3, if you ever get some bread to buy a key Make sure the nigga you getting it from don't work for the MPD Rule 4, if you ever try to kick in a doe, kick it right the first time You don't lay out the back doe
Rule 5, most important, keep yo Southern pride Fuck what they sayin' hind closed doors, you know the South get live Rule 6, tell them playahaters to suck yo dick, get mad like a bitch 'Cuz they shit ain't droppin' hits
Rule 7, aww naw, now that should've been 1 Don't eva leave the house without being strapped wit a gun Rule 8, just repeat 1 to 7, and if you eva get to heaven Hug my late Uncle Kevin 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網
Bring it back now, them 20 inches got that Coup Deville sittin' tall Eight 12's beat the hinges off the trunk like stone wall We gon' creep when we crawl here we come We poppin' 65432 and here comes the 1 and that's for real
I'm bendin' corners in my Cadillac Pistol under my seat wit a sack full of crack Smoking hay, getting blown
I'm bendin' corners in my Cadillac 4 hoes, in the back, one head in my lap Getting head, on the road
Now ask yo self, am I the slickest pimp you eva saw They call me Peter Westraw, the devil's son in law, why? I know you niggaz don't know how To make the saddest hoes snort powder and get live
Been doing this shit since the age 5, way back in 85' and I still ain't tired But why? 'Cuz that's something that ya'll need to know When I empty out yo block I'm gone fill it wit holes
Bring it back now them 20 inches got that Coup Deville sittin' tall Eight 12's beat the hinges off the trunk like stonewall And we gone creep when we crawl We poppin' 65432 and here comes the 1 and that's for real
I'm bendin' corners in my Cadillac Pistol under my seat wit a sack full of crack Smoking hay, getting blown
I'm bendin' corners in my Cadillac 4 hoes in the back one head in my lap Getting head, on the road
I'm bendin' corners in my Cadillac Pistol under my seat wit a sack full of crack Smoking hay, getting blown
I'm bendin' corners in my Cadillac 4 hoes in the back, one head in my lap Getting head, on the road
On the road, getting head On the road, getting head On the road, smoking hay Getting blown, smoking hay
Getting blown, smoking hay Getting blown, smoking hay
- 感謝 Dirty Boyz Fan 1 修正歌詞
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