4 Corners Pt. 2 Tommy Wright III

[Chorus: Tommy Wright III, Princess Loko & Mac T Dog]
Straight from 4 Corners, with a click, that is so damn thick
Since your hood, is my hood, then my hood, is your hood
Straight from 4 Corners, with a click, that is so damn thick
Since your hood, is my hood, then my hood, is your hood
Straight from 4 Corners, with a click, that is so damn thick
Since your hood, is my hood, then my hood, is your hood
Straight from 4 Corners, with a click, that is so damn thick
Since your hood, is my hood, then my hood, is your hood, nigga
4 Corners and Pimpin' "V", creepin’, 'cause this how we bee
Pimpin' nigga from 4 Corners, now you know, we got the click
4 Corners and Pimpin’ "V", creepin', 'cause this how we be
Threw my number 4 in the air, towards the fuckin' sky
4 Corners and Pimpin' Ville, creepin', 'cause this how we be
Pimpin' nigga from 4 Corners, now you know, we got the click
4 Corners and Pimpin’ "V", creepin’, 'cause this how we bee
Threw my number 4 in the air, towards the fuckin’ sky

[Verse 1: Tommy Wright III]
Once again, steppin' smooth
Chiefin' on a Mac J, standin' on the curve
West side, sippin’ Alizé
All day, conenin', bonenin'
With that nigga Ramsey
Finna' head to the liquor store
To pick up some 020-20
Plus, I'm waiting for them dirty hoes
To finna' come over here
The bitch came and told me to stick my dick into her ear
Now it's on, I got's to bone, time to get my serve on
While the bitch was suckin' my dick
I be holdin' tight, to my tone
Just in case, she tried to set me up, for that 201
I unloaded the clip and I [thank?] cause a nigga won't go my son
How I knew, that bitch was fake? The ho was actin' noid, n' shit
Slid my piece by my feet, tryin' to avoid this hit
Quickly left the house, quiet as a fuckin' mouse
Another rapper tried to set me up
I put that tone in his mouth
"Open wide", is what I said
When I tossed him on the car
Put that thang to his face
Smile ho, say "aahhh"
Boom! was the sound
But I clowned at the wrong time
His niggas ran up on me all I had, was my nine
Blood on my shirt and his blood on my [?]
And since, he sold dope, he had the help of them dope fiends
All I did, was backed up, they tried to jump me all at once
I yelled: "4 Corners!"
And then, Ramsey popped the trunk
Threw my number 4 in the air, towards the fuckin' sky
Pimpin' Ville niggas have commenced to do a drive by
4 Corner niggas, just so quick to click, when we clown
We yell: "4 Corners ain't barrin' this shit!"