Hitting Corners Lyrics & Chords By K-dee

Another day, dollar, holla if you hear me. Comin' with the bumps in my hoop as I swoo-woop Here I am The mack is 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' Corner'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 6, damn look at baby at pump 4. What you doin' with all that rump, hoe? She must have ends, 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' Corners. Diamond in the back Sunroof Top Diggin' the scene how the players lean And to the hoes 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 & took a trip with my crew Down to the spot where the hoes all jock 24/7 around the muthafucking clock Tick tock as they block in packs The macks come around while the others look for sex But I'm lookin' for the ones that ain't too proud to beg When I spots 'em, watch 'em, swing from this 3rd leg Hittin' no switches, but still gettin' my clown on Banked a quick left because there's more of them down on Crenshaw & 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 & I'm still lettin' these tricks know I'm from that number 1 crew in your area I ain't bullshitin' The corners I be hittin'. Diamond in the back Sunroof Top Diggin' the scene how the players lean And to the hoes 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 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 & 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 your 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 your ass chokin' Just about to blaze, damn we had to raise 'Cause 5 0 creep my homie's 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 hoes 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.