Jim Jones - Bend N Stretch lyrics

Blackout Music [Chorus: Jim Jones] Bend, Eastside could you stretch then bend Westside could you stretch then bend Southside could you stretch then bend Midwest could you stretch then bend N.Y.C. could you stretch then bend M-I-A could you stretch then bend A-T-L won't you stretch then bend St. Louis won't you stretch then bend [Jim Jones] I guess you hear that I'm a live wire (say what) Loose n***a and a 5 rider Run with the city's biggest drug dealers (DipSet) For you sissy rap f** n***az (f** 'em) Yeah we pistol packin, bust n***az (bang bang) Never worry 'bout the spotlight (nuh-uh) This star n***a keep the glock tight (that's right) That's for the jackers at the spotlight (watch 'em) To live and die in the streets of New York We gettin by, pumpin diesel and snort I'm gettin high in the seats of my Porsche Federales love to see me in court And tell the Lord I hope you keep me in thought (pray for me) But I'm a G, who gives a f** what you think And f** the D's, roll my weed and fill my cup full of drink You got some beef, then we gotta do it You got some ki's, show you how to move it (uh-huh) And four birds'll get a extra pigeon (what else) And that's a bird with an extra clip in We on the curb where my n***az dealin That's how my n***az livin [Chorus] [Jim Jones] So now we ballin in the major leagues Yellow bottles and some hazy weed (Cristal) Got some models with that Maybeline (so pretty) Fancy rides, pushin major speeds (Westside) Westside when we race the Beems (Eastside) Break laws 'til the day I leave (no doubt) Hardcore and a brazy G (Eastside) Yo pull the bar when we makin cheese (Harlem) "Harlem World," so "Double Up" (oh) And all my girls still love a thug A heartthrob and a wild rebel I park cars through the foul ghetto (so what) A rolling stone but I hold my own (then what) These golden stones have you n***az on press I hold the chrome so you n***az don't step (watch it) You better party, do your bend and your stretch And it's a promise, I ain't sendin no threats (I promise you) Sheeit, DipSet, the new mob n***az No need to ask cause you know we on our job n***a [Chorus] [Jim Jones] To all my b**hes wearin thick incense (hey girl) You know it tickles when you kiss my neck (stop that) Them icicles on my wrist and neck (blingin) Your wife wit you well don't disrespect (sup n***a) Could be an issue, keep yo' b**h in check (f** that b**h) My thug aura make a b**h loose (uh-uh) It ain't a party 'til the Dips do it (bird game) Smokin reefer, screamin Eastside (purple) Loaded heaters, that's how we ride (we ride) All the time was my reply, I'm from the G-side (G-side) Checkin for hotties that's s**y in {?} Seven jeans and Giuseppes and Noti's, we ask at the party You tryin to slide let me know somethin Hop in the ride we can blow somethin (that purple) Baby no lie I give you no stuntin (no frontin) Duckin pictures from the paparazzi (watch the cameras) Tuck your fifth up in my Maseratti (we loaded) sh**, I park the whip in front of the project lobby I keep it gully and the car all foggy, muh'f**ers just [Chorus]