Bendin' Corners
Dirty
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Big Pimp aka all up off in yo main gul drawers Frank Dingaling the dirty hog that's some of that Peruvian weed ok, ok ok ok ok 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 'cause i don't like to f*ck 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 bending corners in a plush crush (oh lawd) And keep 2 clips 'cause I'm quick to bust (on yall) One pimp 4 hoes so we gone 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 gone creep when we crawl here we come We poppin 65432 and here comes the 1 and that's for real [chorus] I'm bending cornersin my Cadillac Pistol under my seat wit a sack full of crack Smoking hay (hay) getting blown (blown) I'm bending corners in my Cadillac 4 hoes In the back One head in my lap Getting head (head) on the road (road) Now, its 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 (your under arrest) 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 F*ck 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 'cause 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 1-7, and if you eva get to heaven hug my late uncle Kevin 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 gone creep when we crawl here we come We poppin 65432 and here comes the 1 And that's for real [Chorus] 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 sadidiest 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? 'cause that's something that y'all 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 [Chorus]
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Written by: HEINZ ROEMHELD, MITCHELL PARISH
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