Bendin' Corners Lyrics - Singles - Dirty

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 fuck 

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 

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