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Yea of course Ok ok Its safe to say that I walk a fine line between good and evil this is a fine time for me to be tryin to explain whats goin on inside my mind nigga I don?t see no other kind of solution to let this problems loose Therepidic for music its sort a misuse to massage my mental survive on music Sometimes I cant help myself, myself got a mind of its own, buk can not accept this jeff and jeff wont buk till dime be gone Both supposed to be occupying the same time and the same space, but no just me goin outta my same mind Twista They don?t really wanna us to feel what the fuck is goin with that motherfucker twista is the nigga off the pill is he off the wet is he off of surf sumthin to do wit the formula 44 up in da grill cuz The nigga funna kill misunderstood cause im passen watever disaster is like cuz im blaspherous I leave a nigga body bloody like passions of Christ with a mask in the night full blast wit the mic If its prophecy the first should be last I am the future you are primitive Mopheus I?m a scorpion these shoes are venomous the new artilisrist And you don?t really wanna start from genesis And you don?t really wanna spark the nemisis You lose a fist your crucifix I put you wanted for murder boy you don?t wanna bring darkness into this ?? Buk Yea All those that relate then you can feel my pain trying to walk straight away from the hatred that i hold deep down inside quiet, I wait i never talk shyt about a nigga bid cause a nigga says and besides that i aint no fuckin kid, you bitch you Chorus Im a misunderstood nigga(tell em why) cause im kinda like kurt cobain. An expert on pain |
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Hey, hey, hey, hey, uhh, uh, huh, uh, uh, uh
Aye, ay, ay, ay, ay, hey, hey hey, hey Hey, hey, sometimes I go fast, sometimes I just stop Sometimes I take it slow when I let the sex drop But most of the time I go quick When I'm hittin' that shit and she like it, she like it But tonight she said she didn't want to go too fast And tonight she said she want me to take my time So I took her down and said, do you like that And she said, hell, yeah Then hit medium from the back I said, it's cool and she said, hell, yeah She said, ooh baby, just take control, baby As long as you take it slow, baby Then you can hit all night, baby She gave me the green so I have to go Start screamin' my name when I went low And every time I start goin' fast She look at me and said Yellow light, yellow light, yellow light, yellow light Gotta slow it down Yellow light, yellow light, yellow light, yellow light Gotta slow it down I told her that wanted to beat it up fast So lil' mama let me know when to go Tonight she don't want a drill session She wanna feel it, so she told me to take it slow I'm so use to mackin', pokin' to back to back When I'm attackin' it I wanna go get in She blew the whistle like, be still Hold it in now, roll it in She lift up her palms to hold my face Because she want me to control my pace She said she wanna feel it all Side through the windows of the wall 'Cause the feelin' was too cold away Well, I can break it down to 50 Down to 40 down to 30 In the speed you want me to, I can do for you Shawty, tell me how you want it Do you want the Lambo? I give it to like, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh When I do it, baby, or do you want the 64? I give it to you like, uh, uh When I give it to you, baby Now I was thinkin', I was all up in it right But now she got me caught up at the light I try da call it like Green uh, uh, too fast, red, uh, uh, too slow She wanted in the middle so gotta Yellow light, yellow light, yellow light, yellow light Gotta slow it down Yellow light, yellow light, yellow light, yellow light Gotta slow it down Now wid a subtle way to sooth yo' soul Gotta lovin' the way I move the pole Instead of rude and bold I wanna see what it feel like When playa break it down into cruise control And still rule the role Never stuckin' on a one speed dick shift in a stick shift I am not them dudes Is not a jack rabbit when I be tappin' it I wanna slow it up and give it to her chopped and screwed Come here shawty and lemme knock them shoes Feel it sensual when I rock to the groove makin' hot thang cool If you think you butter, show us how to stutter, step, stop then move But I get not the order Narry canary and my flow is like a shoppahorra Scaryin' Barry whenever I rock with the R Kelly In every position for power we slaughter In petty like veli, I'm getting' money 'cause I oughta I tell the girl to slow down lil' mama 'Cause you ain't gotta be so anxious Go on rapidly when you flex yo' thighs 'Cause still good sex if you exercise yo' patients We ain't gotta do it like we racin' 'Cause all the time that ain't how I like it Green, uh, uh, too fast, red, uh, uh, too slow I'm on the mid level so she gotta Yellow light, yellow light, yellow light, yellow light Gotta slow it down Yellow light, yellow light, yellow light, yellow light Gotta slow it down |
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Said we waling on ice With our wrist like BRRR! And our chain like AYE! And our diamonds like OKAY! And our cars be super fast And we smokin up that ganz Twista, Juiceman, Gucci man we get that cash REPEAT CHORUS *TWISTA* Now when I spit it for the niggas and the bitches, I be coming with a flow and it be so bizarre Kick ass like Bruce Lee Cause I've got diamonds like - Woo taa! And the cush is like - Woo taa! And the cars is like - woooooo! My sound effects make um' say YOU'S A MUTHA FUCKIN FOOL You can tell from the streets, I got love from and I'm fresh, And you can't take it, You can tell from the neck, I'm plugged yes I'M IN THE MATRIX OJ and GUCCI, tell me who that nigga right there that been seen wit' ya, Named after the car, so call me PEARL-TANGERINE-TWISTA, If she is my chiba Then she is my fiance, My Nina's a Diva, So I call her Beyonce My chain got me leaning, so I call it a Bombay, My watch is conceited, so I call it a KANYE! CHORUS x2 *GUCCI MANE* I'm smokin' on that Ganja like a Rasta, Jewelry sIck my Jeweler need a doctor, Your not my type of hype Girl you look like MUNSTA! Head game lame Gucci man a flunk ya, Candy ice game, thuggin' since a yungsta, Candy watch game, watch like Willy Wonka, Don't make me tell my nigga Woo (Woo da kid) to trunk ya, A wakaflaka flames to DOUBLE-PUMP YA COMMA, COMMA, COMMA, Boy go win ya BANKS up! Me and Juiceman, let's go buy some more stuff! Fuck a broad man, we down to put the house up! Put your hood up, THEN STEP YOUR GAME UP! CHORUSx2 *OJ THE JUICEMAN* Alaska and Atlanta, Fo rings shawty Three chains swang,D-U-B's on my charger Yes im a STUNTER,and im doing NUMBERS! Right Wrist NASTY, left wrist DUMBER! I spunt (spent) the whole hunderd (hundred) on a neckless and a Hummer! Ballin' like a Nba Star wit dem commas, Chain like Karate Kid, kicking white diamonds, Wax on Wax off, DAMN MY DIAMONDS SHININ' Pull up in that Gray thang, 28 Asanti's, Fo pockets full cuz Juiceman get dat money, Six cell phones 2 trap spots Bunkin Yung Juiceman blowing pounds of dat FUNKY! CHORUSx2 |
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Caution and Velly (Caution and Velly)
[Chorus: Twista] Been go go-getters, e'ryday money getter Gotta make a billion, everyday go-getter Donald Trump makin big money go-getter Fast lane ridin, young stack of go-getters He's a billion dollar boy, she's a billion dollar girl Billion dollar boy, billion billion dollar girl Billion dollar boy, billion billion dollar girl He's a billion dollar boy, she's a billion dollar.. [Twista] Yeah we get that money, yeah we get that cash E'ry day, all day, gotta make that cash Got them haters everywhere tryin to plot on ya ass That's why I keep the flash just to push they ass back Twista gotta get that paper e'ry day If you wanna play in them big league games Stack yo' money to the sky all day When you tryin to make a billion ain't no time for you to play [Interlude: Twista] Money money money, money money money Favorite color green cause they like money Money money money, money money money Favorite color green cause they like money Twista gettin dough, Twista gettin green Countin them stacks, makin that cream Twista gettin bread, Twista gettin presidents Billion dollar mindstate, just for the hell of it [Chorus] [Busta Rhymes] We gettin A-rab money Let's get this A-rab money, ay I'm bilingual, I be freakin it in Spanish I speak English but billions is my proper language Funny you could wrap it like a mummy with a honey And I'll make the people love me while they hug me with they money And I'm always in a hurry just to come and cook it curry Or bake, MORE CAKE, shinin like the day was sunny And I knew the Lord love me, bless and bestow all upon me While I embellish all in it, that's the basis of the story Pardon all of my aggressions, still get it in a recession And I got the antedote, you could pay me for the confession And it's money in the air, hope you niggaz fill it up in here YOU GOT IT? Let me show you how to be a billionaire [Interlude] [Chorus] [Twista] Steppin in the spot, GMG is the team We don't know about y'all but we stack our cream Haters everywhere, we don't really care When they be talkin that shit over here you know we don't play fair He's a billion dollar boy, she's a billion dollar girl Money money money is the root of all worlds Never let it make you, make that money G's on the Louie 13 gettin scummy [Chorus] |
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What happened to the slow jams in the club?
Category F5, Twista, Static Yeah, gotta get me one, gotta get me one Yeah, so I can creep up on her, so I can ease up on her So I can get touch and feelin' Put a dip in ya back and get me one slow jam Yeah, gotta get me one, gotta get me one Yeah, so I can creep up on her Everybody's tryin' to get with somethin' Can I get one slow jam? When it come to ballin' I do it with no hands Left the Lamborghini at home and took the Brougham (Damn) I think the club finna close man but I be the Twista You know how I be doin' it with the slow jams Take a look at the shawty chillin' by the door Man, I'm really into her persona 'Cause she don't be takin' drama but she thick When I ask her where she get Then she say she get it from her momma So I think I'ma pop champagne 'cause the glass tall The bartender said it was the last call I told her give it to me fast so we can slow dance And I can put my hands on her ass (Yes) And she like it when I hold and grip control them hips And you know I like it when she get low and dip Plenty swagger when she move slow and sip When they cut the lights on you gon' roll with The Twist Lookin' so lovely in the fit, you got on But it don't matter if you was in a dress or you in some jeans Fragrance by Adidas, purse from another country Look at you, girl, you doin' yo' thing Everybody leavin' with somebody and I gotta get me somebody So I be doin' what I do, gotta get me one too Before the night go, I tell the maestro that's yo' cue Yeah, gotta get me one, gotta get me one Yeah, so I can creep up on her, so I can ease up on her So I can get touch and feelin' Put a dip in ya back and get me one slow jam Yeah, gotta get me one, gotta get me one Yeah, so I can creep up on her Everybody's tryna get wit somethin' Can I get one slow jam? On my way to the floor, baby, hold on to my shoulders Girl, I won't let you fall, just hold on to my shoulders She was lookin' nice, too hot for the carveya She a melt the ice, lil' mamma kinda Like Rihanna, she was livin' the life she be given advice But just to have an orgasm she gotta get a device What's that for? Is ya man, a boy? 'Cause he don't know how to give you what you here for I think I gotta show you what the pilot get for And the question is what I whisper in ya ear for You nasty, love be on top, mad if I pop If you miss the drop, you nasty, how you made me choke You told me I can put it anywhere I want to Sex so good she do it with no hands I met you while the DJ was playin' the slow jam As soon as we got into it into my slow dance It's the beginnin' is when I was feelin' the romance Now I be Twista with the super tight flow one might go That's so cute, I gotta get me one before the night go I tell the maestro that's yo' cue Yeah, gotta get me one, gotta get me one Yeah, so I can creep up on her, so I can ease up on her So I can get touch and feelin' Put a dip in ya back and get me one slow jam Yeah, gotta get me one, gotta get me one Yeah, so I can creep up on her Everybody's tryin' to get with somethin' Can I get one slow jam? On my way to the floor, baby, hold on to my shoulders Girl, I won't let you fall, just hold on to my shoulders On my way to the floor, baby, hold on to my shoulders Girl, I won't let you fall, just hold on to my shoulders On my way to the floor, baby, hold on to my shoulders Girl, I won't let you fall, just hold on to my shoulders What happened to the slow jams in the club? The DJ don't play them anymore I used to meet the ladies on the floor And we [unverified] for the DJ to play one |
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