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Bow Wow – 4 Corners Lyrics

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What y'all know about swangers on slab, 30's on a Hummer with
The butterfly doors, Lucky Charm teeth, lack on them D's
Chevy sittin' high, iced out everything, stacks on deck, no bank?
What y'all know about five of the hottest young niggas in the game?
Bow Wow, Short Dog, Scrappy, the boy Lil Wayne, the homie Pimp C
We got a little story to tell y'all about where we come from

I come from where a Chevy with a trunk
Full of bump is all that's wanted
And the year don't matter, long as
You throw some, throw some D's on it
Mouth cost more than your house, house on ten acres
And the inside so fly, niggas call me Jim Baker
From Ohio to Texas, we so infectious
ATL to STL, it's gon' be hard to catch us
I'm talkin' 'bout niggas in the country, still sippin' on barre (Yeah)
Drinkin' crunk, livin' like it's no tomorrow

See, out-of-towners can't understand 'cause I cut all my words short

Poppin' Texas mandatory Saturday at the mall (Talkin' 'bout)
Hoods ain't hoods, they called wards and zones

Niggas called choppers and when it's on, it's on

See, the kids can't live without it
It ain't nothin' you can do about it
Learn how to bounce or get out it, hear me out
Say, the kids can't live without it
It ain't nothin' you can do about it
Learn how to bounce or get out it, now answer me this

Uh, now what y'all know about them country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' nice?
Uh, now what y'all know about them country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' nice?
Uh, now what y'all know about them country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' nice?
Uh, now what y'all know about them country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' nice?

The boy country like overalls, you know it, dog
Catch me in the slab the same color as bowling balls
Cruisin' up the Ave and I'm probably gon' give your ho a call
'Cause I ball hard and I'm stuntin' just like it's no tomorrow
So yesterday, I swear I spent about fifty G's
On the wrist watch that shine brighter than a Christmas tree

If you was gettin' cheese, you would probably spend two
So don't hate 'em 'cause I blow paper like the wind do

And hop out clean, so watch out, queen
I'm the biggest baller in Houston, homie, not Yao Ming
I mean, I'm gettin' money, man, so my pockets hella chubby
And I be sippin' drank that's purple like a Teletubby
So when it comes to the women, dog, I can tell they love me
They put they panties in a envelope and mail 'em to me
Now how's that for some fan mail?
But me and Bow got a question, know the answer, raise your hand, yeah

Uh, now what y'all know about them country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' nice?
Uh, now what y'all know about them country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' nice?
Uh, now what y'all know about them country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' nice?
Uh, now what y'all know about them country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' nice?

Yeah, they call me Fisher Price 'cause all I do is play nice
And I hang around a gang of gorillas that love to fight
I'm the Ice Man, I'm far away from the sun
But I'm still hot like a bullet pushin' up out a gun

My Charger look like I must've lift in the ton
If you pickin' on me, then you picked the right one

You pass another drink and I'm sippin' another one
You twist me up a blunt and I'm blowin' myself a blunt
Got a fruit loop coupe lookin' like orange juice
When them hoes see the truth, they don't be knowin' what to do
Yeah, I'm Scrap, baddest young nigga in the nation
Young nigga, quit hatin' on the money that I'm makin'
I'm just country

Uh, now what y'all know about them country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' nice?
Uh, now what y'all know about them country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' nice?
Uh, now what y'all know about them country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' nice?
Uh, now what y'all know about them country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' nice?

They call me Wayne, dirty south chaperone
So far ahead of the race, I don't know which lap I'm on
No homo, young Louisiana
Hit you with the .44 like MC Hammer
And money talks, so that's my grammar
If it ain't about money, you can step like a gama
Am I the illest doing this? Hell yeah
I am fresher than the Prince of Bel-Air

And OG kush is what you smell here
Smokin' the biggest blunt, don't worry, I brought a spare
They say I'm at the top, but I'm almost there
And when I get, I will sit, don't worry, I brought a chair

I put ice all over the Audemars
Piguet watch face, now time is hard to tell
And I will do whatever The Carter shall
So hot, goin' out with me is like goin' to Hell, whistle

Uh, now what y'all know about them country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' nice?
Uh, now what y'all know about them country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' nice?
Uh, now what y'all know about them country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' nice?
Uh, now what y'all know about them country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' nice?

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