Jim Jones: Bend n stretch

[Chorus: Jim Jones]Bend, Eastside could you stretch then bendWestside could you stretch then bendSouthside could you stretch then bendMidwest could you stretch then bendN.Y.C. could you stretch then bendM-I-A could you stretch then bendA-T-L won't you stretch then bendSt. Louis won't you stretch then bend[Jim Jones]I guess you hear that I'm a live wire (say what)Loose nigga and a 5 riderRun with the city's biggest drug dealers (DipSet)For you sissy rap fuck niggaz (fuck 'em)Yeah we pistol packin, bust niggaz (bang bang)Never worry 'bout the spotlight (nuh-uh)This star nigga 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 YorkWe gettin by, pumpin diesel and snortI'm gettin high in the seats of my PorscheFederales love to see me in courtAnd tell the Lord I hope you keep me in thought (pray for me)But I'm a G, who gives a fuck what you thinkAnd fuck the D's, roll my weed and fill my cup full of drinkYou got some beef, then we gotta do itYou 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 inWe on the curb where my niggaz dealinThat's how my niggaz livin[Chorus][Jim Jones]So now we ballin in the major leaguesYellow 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 thugA heartthrob and a wild rebelI park cars through the foul ghetto (so what)A rolling stone but I hold my own (then what)These golden stones have you niggaz on pressI hold the chrome so you niggaz don't step (watch it)You better party, do your bend and your stretchAnd it's a promise, I ain't sendin no threats (I promise you)Sheeit, DipSet, the new mob niggazNo need to ask cause you know we on our job nigga[Chorus][Jim Jones]To all my bitches 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 nigga)Could be an issue, keep yo' bitch in check (fuck that bitch)My thug aura make a bitch 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 sexy in {?}Seven jeans and Giuseppes and Noti's, we ask at the partyYou tryin to slide let me know somethinHop 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)Shit, I park the whip in front of the project lobbyI keep it gully and the car all foggy, muh'fuckers just[Chorus]