Mark Twayne - Bendin' Cornas lyrics

[Ad-libs] Yo, what's up? What's up, playa? What's up, kinfolk? Oh yeah, we down it with it down here We shines up the dubs We blow dro, we gla** it up Oh yeah, we rag it back, we put the hard top on that thing, shawty Do it like my west coast homies, put it on the ground, let fire come out the back What y'all know about that? [Verse 1: Slip Matola] It's going down Young ballers with seven figures Eighty foot candy painted yachts on the river Platinum hitters That's all I delivers Tattoos On all affiliates and members Say hoes, Little J drops in December Until then, I bails through the land of gang members Hot hoppers Scandalous hoes and crooked coppers 24/7 we grind feds try to pop us Can't stop us Whole clique back out on choppers And rock by my side quick to blast like Binoca We do it dubs This year it's 22s Via satellite live on BET News We crack rap Street n***as demand scratch Front and back Rack Bentleys with ice plaques Bombing on buses hurting hating it's like "whoah!" And if you didn't know I straight bang for my logo [Chorus: repeat 2X] Bending corners Hitting switches Swerving these trays on big bunk suspensions Come on shawty, come on shawty, come on shawty, come on shawty, come on Shawty, come on shawty, come on shawty! [Verse 2: Khujo] All my west coast homies slam on your brakes Hit the gas Go slow, go fast Atlanta n***as drive the a** Down the yellow brick road in a flash Khujo Goodie, A-Town boss jack In a lumbalac Keep, off the sack This how I'm yacking in an alien swerving Deuce trays cutting them up like surgeons Hit them indiscriminate hollering like virgins Don't come through here facing fly they calling me like serving Lick hitting got us in dips splurging Reckless In the empress With the gold fist padding Plus it's b**hing Bending corners over snakes vanilla busters attracting all the neighborhood Jailbaits Mustard and mayonnaise, it's icing on the damn cake! [Chorus] [Verse 3: Mark Twayne] I represent that 105 Crear Road I hit the block in Chevy with the brains blown I put it down for my folk on flat shores Over to Clay Cole back up to Pinona Road Them South boys with a mouth full of gold Off in the door cliqued up with the west coast Hitting switches, candy paint on Lo-Los Bending corners, looking for them po-po .45 cap with extra clips in the back (back) Chromed out wheels with the bump in the match (match) Drop that a** to the floor whenever we hit the gas (gas) Kept them switching lane to lane blowing on dro when I pa** (pa**) Rolex on voes, deuces on six-fours (fours) Hit the trunk with the dro hauling the money carload (load) Southwest connect, from LA to the Deck Slip Matola, Khujo Goodie, Mark Twayne, doing jets We.. [Chorus]