Emanuel Dean - Hittin' Corners lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 bu*ton for the alarm 'chirp-chirp-disarm' Pull the top back, co*k 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 b**hes hittin Corna's [Hook] 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 [Verse 2] 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 motherf**in 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 bullsh**tin, the corners I be hittin' [Hook] [Verse 3] 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, 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, n***a 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, n***a what's poppin? Chronic smokin, have yo a** chokin Just about to blaze, damn we had to raise Cause 5-0 creep my homie peeps so we jetted Got my 9, plus no time, to be gettin sweated [Hook until the song ends]