 |
|
- | 
|
||
| from Twista - Adrenaline Rush (1997) | |||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - Adrenaline Rush 2007 (2007) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - Adrenaline Rush 2007 (2007) | |||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
| from Dj Battle - In Bed with DJ Battle, Vol. 3 (The Finest Music to Make Love) (100% New School Sexual Music) (2014) | |||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
| from Dillon Francis - Money Sucks, Friends Rule (2014) | |||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - Category F5 (2009) | |||||
 |
|
4:09 | 
|
||
|
from Twista - Kamikaze [Explicit Version] (2004)
[Intro: Young Chris]
Yeah.. Young Chris, M-eez, my nigga Free-Wheez The boy TwistaHolla My life on the track (Okay) Up and comin' State Prop Chain gang (That's right) Get low (Get low) It's the Roc in the building nigga(Holla...Yeah) It's the motherfuckin' Roc bitch, who hotter than us?(Okay, okay) [Young Chris] Ayo..ever since a young buck, I been on the come upKnown to dish the raw, dish the law if they come upAnd cheddar 'till the sun up..If there's a ransom and the law get involved, then we never get it summed upNever put ya gun up, if ya come round meI go to war wit' niggaz 'round the corner from 'round meYou could front 'round me, but I read through thatWit' the mili' and I ain't talkin' 'bout no Segal macNiggaz see shoot back, we can see to thatHit yo front letters see through back, bring yo peoples backAnd I used to grind out on my friend's spot'til he's mom wanted my Tim-botsNow my paint got me discountsOr trans-quo all around the world, like I was signed to Pimp-dotAnd if it's ten targets and I got ten shotsI'm tryin' to leave at least nine out of them ten shot.. [Memphis Bleek] I got my mind on my money, money on mindBut some say its a gift, I don't write but I rhymeI, complete songs with just one tryTell 'em it's no lie, I beef all my life...doggI never think, it's already thereI find ways to say it, so you motherfuckers hear itAnd when you hear it you feel it, you know its real soThis is how I live it, how it's pictured for real...niggaI'm shittin' for realDiamonds against wood, underground king for realBig crib when I lay, yeah I'm livin' for realTrust me the guns come off the shelf whenever shit'll get realAutomatics and extended clips, that's what I'm hittin' wit'Dummies in the black rhinoesYeah, they be killin' shitMasked up kidnap shit, that's how my niggaz getChi-town, NYC, that's how my niggaz get.. [Freeway] Yes, just picture me rollin'The smith and wesson'll stay goin' put a hole in yo chestIt's just, another hustle paper gettin' made and foldGet mad, you street niggaz finally made itI swoop five, he know the ride, heavily loadedDeliver pies like cake, they go straight through yo payment...yup!Chump...you don't really wanna warWith the State Prop clique, if ya clique shot us, squad upS-P game so damn tough, the 4 4 in the 5th tucked ya'll can't hangTransporter turned rapper, get a camcorder film my lifeStill acclompished, tryin' to fill they cupsThe rap version of Mandela, call my bluffWe still the street dwellers, feel my pain (my pain)I spit a verse and split a clip in the rainA fool-proof when the full force open you up (what!) [Twista] Twista will rock you, you don't want the thug apostle to pop youHostile when I drop you, turnin' everything colossal to fossilesI speak street gospel, all they life I spit words and paint portraitsFor real niggaz that hold down they fortress and serve off of porchesHit 'em in the body wit' the powerful forces, that'll end all your doubtMake you clean up your house, bag up an ounce, hit the dance floor and bounceWe blessed wit' the talent, fuck wit this clique, it ain't gon' be easy'Cause you fuckin' wit' Twist if you fuck wit Chris, Bleek and Free-wheezySo speak and breath easy... Or the scutches my future in 3DI like wars, I'm from a city full of vice, lords, and GD'sBreeze and souls, 2-6's, kings, VD's and storesSpanish cobras and all the true soldiers survivin' are goneWatch me spit if for the killers and hustler's, flippin' all the pounds and bricksHate on me I'ma bust at you hoes, and I put eleven down wit' a clipNiggaz servin' fiftys and hundreds, when I see you and I'm on yo tipTwista and this East-Coast regime, it's that chi-roc shit |
|||||
 |
|
4:07 |
|
||
|
from Twista - Kamikaze [Edited Version] (2004)
[Intro: Young Chris] Yeah.. Young Chris, M-eez, my nigga Free-Wheez The boy Twista Holla My life on the track (Okay) Up and comin' State Prop Chain gang (That's right) Get low (Get low) It's the Roc in the building nigga (Holla...Yeah) It's the motherfuckin' Roc bitch, who hotter than us? (Okay, okay) [Young Chris] Ayo..ever since a young buck, I been on the come up Known to dish the raw, dish the law if they come up And cheddar 'till the sun up.. If there's a ransom and the law get involved, then we never get it summed up Never put ya gun up, if ya come round me I go to war wit' niggaz 'round the corner from 'round me You could front 'round me, but I read through that Wit' the mili' and I ain't talkin' 'bout no Segal mac Niggaz see shoot back, we can see to that Hit yo front letters see through back, bring yo peoples back And I used to grind out on my friend's spot 'til he's mom wanted my Tim-bots Now my paint got me discounts Or trans-quo all around the world, like I was signed to Pimp-dot And if it's ten targets and I got ten shots I'm tryin' to leave at least nine out of them ten shot.. [Memphis Bleek] I got my mind on my money, money on mind But some say its a gift, I don't write but I rhyme I, complete songs with just one try Tell 'em it's no lie, I beef all my life...dogg I never think, it's already there I find ways to say it, so you motherfuckers hear it And when you hear it you feel it, you know its real so This is how I live it, how it's pictured for real...nigga I'm shittin' for real Diamonds against wood, underground king for real Big crib when I lay, yeah I'm livin' for real Trust me the guns come off the shelf whenever shit'll get real Automatics and extended clips, that's what I'm hittin' wit' Dummies in the black rhinoes Yeah, they be killin' shit Masked up kidnap shit, that's how my niggaz get Chi-town, NYC, that's how my niggaz get.. [Freeway] Yes, just picture me rollin' The smith and wesson'll stay goin' put a hole in yo chest It's just, another hustle paper gettin' made and fold Get mad, you street niggaz finally made it I swoop five, he know the ride, heavily loaded Deliver pies like cake, they go straight through yo payment...yup! Chump...you don't really wanna war With the State Prop clique, if ya clique shot us, squad up S-P game so damn tough, the 4 4 in the 5th tucked ya'll can't hang Transporter turned rapper, get a camcorder film my life Still acclompished, tryin' to fill they cups The rap version of Mandela, call my bluff We still the street dwellers, feel my pain (my pain) I spit a verse and split a clip in the rain A fool-proof when the full force open you up (what!) [Twista] Twista will rock you, you don't want the thug apostle to pop you Hostile when I drop you, turnin' everything colossal to fossiles I speak street gospel, all they life I spit words and paint portraits For real niggaz that hold down they fortress and serve off of porches Hit 'em in the body wit' the powerful forces, that'll end all your doubt Make you clean up your house, bag up an ounce, hit the dance floor and bounce We blessed wit' the talent, fuck wit this clique, it ain't gon' be easy 'Cause you fuckin' wit' Twist if you fuck wit Chris, Bleek and Free-wheezy So speak and breath easy... Or the scutches my future in 3D I like wars, I'm from a city full of vice, lords, and GD's Breeze and souls, 2-6's, kings, VD's and stores Spanish cobras and all the true soldiers survivin' are gone Watch me spit if for the killers and hustler's, flippin' all the pounds and bricks Hate on me I'ma bust at you hoes, and I put eleven down wit' a clip Niggaz servin' fiftys and hundreds, when I see you and I'm on yo tip Twista and this East-Coast regime, it's that chi-roc shit |
|||||
|
|
4:14 |
|
||
|
from Twista - Kamikaze [Explicit Version] (2004)
Badunkadunk
f/ Jazze Pha [Chorus: Jazze Pha] (Badunkadunk) All in your face when you're at the club (Badunkadunk) Slide down the poll for the 30 Dub (Badunkadunk) Look at your ass girl, it's so much fun (Badunkadunk) I tell the DJ, I mean ya #1 (Badunkadunk) What? (Badunkadunk) Rock Yo! (Badunkadunk) All That (Badunkadunk) Bounce Yo! (Badunkadunk) Big Phat (Badunkadunk) I Love Yo! (Badunkadunk) Tell the DJ, I mean I'm #1 [Verse 1: Twista] Ooh! Shit, damn shawty look at the muthafuckin' fatty Come to daddy, tell me what I gotta do to get you lickin' in my custom caddy Never wanna let you get up out the ride When I burst to the lip my mouth is wide Look at titties with them little bitty shorts you got on With the thighs hangin' out the side When you work it you gone hurt these other bitches(That's Right) Hurtin' em' mean with the way you struttin' Even though you only walkin' You still lookin' like you shouldn't do that shit in public I can tell from right now what I see you workin' with You ain't even gotta ask for the blunt Booty so phat, gaps so nice, you can see ya ass from the front You finna hurt how you twurk that thang You want me to hear when you pop it baby Fell in love when you came up in club, with a whole bottle of Mo' Don't pop it baby! I know you got up on some rump shaker time Just let us see what you can do Sip a little something while you bounce that ass Girl you gotta Badunkadunk [Chorus] [Verse 2: Twista] Now bounce that ass, hurry up for the Bentley Now gone drop that bikini for the Lamborghini Now let me see you in a car for the big grown Love the way you shake it for the dollar Holla at me when you see me Now I don't wanna see nobody full of rigimortis Go head and jiggle for the more more money that's in his hands Go head and hit the shades with ya thick ass Now come over here by the table and give me a lap dance Bend it over come and get this dust Come take it off now we in the cut Gots to hit that from the back Shorty gotta lil junk in her trunk Look at how she make one butt-cheek freeze Look at how she make the other cheek move fast Look at how she switch, make the other cheek move Then move both sides then clap that ass Remember them times!, when you met two shawty's And you really want the cutest But you let her slide, cuz the other gotta really big-o donkey booty Now shawty think she fine, only if she really knew the truth I ain't gone lie, girl twurk them thighs I'm in love with your big Badunkadunk [Chorus] [Verse 3: Twista] Can you make it go wobbley-wobbley, come on and follow me Take you on a ride on the 'C' and umm! If you let it jiggley-jiggley, make it go wiggley Baby you can never get rid of me and umm! Twurk something, ooh yeah Yeah that booty softer then a teddy bear So phat I can barely stare, with a darier, that's scary there Come and drop for a nigga named Twista Come and pop for me like a pistol Got Badunkadunk's from a MOB and got Badunkadunk's for Jazze Phizzle Girl you deserve respect, you look so good girl I commit you The hottest thang on the menu When I'm off up in the strip club, I like to get you Twurk that thang, bounce that ass Work it all the way down to the floor Climb to the top, shake it up-side down Side of the muthafuckin floor Work that crown, give a lap-dance Shake it like it's for lady-groups Take all the ballers to the V.I.P Girl gone work yo Badunkadunk [Chorus] Shake That Thang Girl!(Repeat to the end of song) [Jazze Pha] This! is a Jazze Phizzle Product-shizzle My Nizzle! Hah! Twista!, Chi-Town, Yeah What? Legit Ballin' Daddy! Ooh!, We out Daddy! |
|||||
|
|
4:14 |
|
||
|
from Twista - Kamikaze [Edited Version] (2004)
[Chorus: Jazze Pha] (Badunkadunk) All in your face when you're at the club (Badunkadunk) Slide down the poll for the 30 Dub (Badunkadunk) Look at your ass girl, it's so much fun (Badunkadunk) I tell the DJ, I mean ya #1 (Badunkadunk) What? (Badunkadunk) Rock Yo! (Badunkadunk) All That (Badunkadunk) Bounce Yo! (Badunkadunk) Big Phat (Badunkadunk) I Love Yo! (Badunkadunk) Tell the DJ, I mean I'm #1 [Verse 1: Twista] Ooh! Shit, damn shawty look at the muthafuckin' fatty Come to daddy, tell me what I gotta do to get you lickin' in my custom caddy Never wanna let you get up out the ride When I burst to the lip my mouth is wide Look at titties with them little bitty shorts you got on With the thighs hangin' out the side When you work it you gone hurt these other bitches(That's Right) Hurtin' em' mean with the way you struttin' Even though you only walkin' You still lookin' like you shouldn't do that shit in public I can tell from right now what I see you workin' with You ain't even gotta ask for the blunt Booty so phat, gaps so nice, you can see ya ass from the front You finna hurt how you twurk that thang You want me to hear when you pop it baby Fell in love when you came up in club, with a whole bottle of Mo' Don't pop it baby! I know you got up on some rump shaker time Just let us see what you can do Sip a little something while you bounce that ass Girl you gotta Badunkadunk [Chorus] [Verse 2: Twista] Now bounce that ass, hurry up for the Bentley Now gone drop that bikini for the Lamborghini Now let me see you in a car for the big grown Love the way you shake it for the dollar Holla at me when you see me Now I don't wanna see nobody full of rigimortis Go head and jiggle for the more more money that's in his hands Go head and hit the shades with ya thick ass Now come over here by the table and give me a lap dance Bend it over come and get this dust Come take it off now we in the cut Gots to hit that from the back Shorty gotta lil junk in her trunk Look at how she make one butt-cheek freeze Look at how she make the other cheek move fast Look at how she switch, make the other cheek move Then move both sides then clap that ass Remember them times!, when you met two shawty's And you really want the cutest But you let her slide, cuz the other gotta really big-o donkey booty Now shawty think she fine, only if she really knew the truth I ain't gone lie, girl twurk them thighs I'm in love with your big Badunkadunk [Chorus] [Verse 3: Twista] Can you make it go wobbley-wobbley, come on and follow me Take you on a ride on the 'C' and umm! If you let it jiggley-jiggley, make it go wiggley Baby you can never get rid of me and umm! Twurk something, ooh yeah Yeah that booty softer then a teddy bear So phat I can barely stare, with a darier, that's scary there Come and drop for a nigga named Twista Come and pop for me like a pistol Got Badunkadunk's from a MOB and got Badunkadunk's for Jazze Phizzle Girl you deserve respect, you look so good girl I commit you The hottest thang on the menu When I'm off up in the strip club, I like to get you Twurk that thang, bounce that ass Work it all the way down to the floor Climb to the top, shake it up-side down Side of the muthafuckin floor Work that crown, give a lap-dance Shake it like it's for lady-groups Take all the ballers to the V.I.P Girl gone work yo Badunkadunk [Chorus] Shake That Thang Girl!(Repeat to the end of song) [Jazze Pha] This! is a Jazze Phizzle Product-shizzle My Nizzle! Hah! Twista!, Chi-Town, Yeah What? Legit Ballin' Daddy! Ooh!, We out Daddy! |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Twista - Category F5 (2009)
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] |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - Category F5 (2009) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - Adrenaline Rush 2007 (2007) | |||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - The Day After (2005) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - The Day After (2005) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - The Day After (2005) | |||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
| from Chance The Rapper - Acid Rap (2019) | |||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista, Gucci Mane - Cologne [digital single] (2010) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - Adrenaline Rush 2007 (2007) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - Adrenaline Rush (1997) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - The Day After (2005) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - The Day After (2005) | |||||
 |
|
4:07 |
|
||
| from Hiphop Saved My Life (0000) | |||||
 |
|
4:07 |
|
||
|
from Perpect Sounds Underground Hip Hop Vol. 1 (2010)
[intro:] Uh..Uh..Uh..Uh..Uh..Uh..Uh...yeah! oh yeah, yo boy.. twista mr. capone-E in the place the main west coast connection. and this is how we puttin' it down you know what im talkin about a lil' somethin' for tha ladies [chorus(2X):] it's not love, dont get it twisted i'll make you feel soo good but you gotta slow down its not love, dont get it twisted ill make you wanna do it all night, all night [Mr. Capone E:] its not love comin from a straight thug all up in the club puttin on numbas? thats what it is, was, comin from us gettin you all sprung off the tounge lookin like a pretty playboy one by one you standin in line one by one and im checkin out your rump and oh yes mr.comp double E internationally known as a pimp daddy hah, i make you feel so good make you scream "we love you papi" stop me from cockin but my game is so so tight have you screamin out my name baby girl you lookin fine lady lady there aint no love from this job i just wanna get you hot from your spot never wanna stop getting wid it lets just keep this lil secret but dont catch no feelings when you squeal it (haha) dont get it twisted [Chorus(2x):] Its not love, dont get it twisted ill make you feel soo good but you gotta slow down it's not love, dont get it twisted ill make you wanna do it all night, all night [Twista:] Today i was rollin in the mac with the shorty but now i gotta go and catch me a hottie chillin in the club up in the v.i.p now im after your body in the after party would a jigga be up here gettin love get a girl to back it up, spend the stack for the buzz give a one night stand shorty tell me where youre actin the love in the back of the club you gonna get up in a bentley with a bum well let me take you to a tele where the hatas cant get me hit the ass tryin to titis now give a little to the homie Frank Nity and get it now give it to Mr.Capone E, and well talk about, its only me get the dawn with a G imma never leave you lonely gotchu all in a pony, come and give me that there like the way i pull your hair, spankin your little dairiere makin you scream 'ouch' give it to you when we fucking on the couch give it to you when we fucking on the chair look at little mama sweatin good, gettin rocked by the balls gotta hit it hard, not too soft never get it twisted cause you fucking with the pistol when i pop you off imma drop you off its not love [Chorus(2x):] Its not love, dont get it twisted ill make you feel soo good but you gotta slow down its not love,dont get it twisted ill make you wanna do it all night, all night [Mr. Capon3 E:] I Wanna make you do it all night long. Play it again just sing this song westcoast, midwest,dirty south,eastcoast ladies just drop that thong. Lets get it on, pull the alarm as playa with that Thug life passion i keep on asking, reminding just a onenight standding. No matter my company but baby pay a glase and if you got that little chance mija lets runway. Anyways all day by the way i gots to leave in a rush a quit nut dont you fuss all i did was just fuck. |
|||||
|
|
4:14 |
|
||
|
from Twista - Kamikaze [Explicit Version] (2004)
[Verse 1: Twista]
I know you heard the terms chicks are like cars Well I treat bitches like drinks When I step in the club and by out the bar So let me quench my thirst with you and a friend Instead of the juice & gin Why don't I pour out the drink and you hop in Glass full of ass for a true motherfucker With that that turquoise Coogi on You remind me of a blue motherfucker Your friend was sexy when I seen her in Prada But I think Gina was hotter Cause her skin tone was like a piña colada I saw two Japanese chicks that got bodies So I ordered them a mai tai and hot sake, then I got cocky And asked them do they come to this club a lot Well ya got a brotha hot Hop in my bubble drop Can I get a double shot? Or get wit these two mamacita's one wit the karma of margarita The other one like two shots of tequila And they all fine I really don't know what to think As I get bubbly and choose and try to figure out [Chorus: Highbeam] What's my favorite Drink? Girl can I sip on you Sip on you [4x] What's my favorite drink? [Verse 2: Twista] Don't want the middle Cosmopolitan ass I like the one that makes your face drop like a Neopolitan mast No telling what these thick bitches would do Reminiscent of a big old pitcher of brew But hit ya like a slow screw Dip in a strip a club in LA with a bankroll Where the weather ain't cold So I can see some hoes slide down a poll I met two dancers named Moet and Cristal I was checkin they style We had a session It was wet it was wild Then I dug these two twins thick wit Hennessey one was Remi Red With skinny legs Both of them game to give me head With a little bit absolute vodka for they homie Tasha Tell her to come closer So y'all three can give me a Sammy Sosa If I was mayor I would campaign ass Drunk politician with women swimming around the champagne glass Drink so much that I might hurl in the sink And if you ask me why I couldn't figure out [Chorus: Highbeam] What's my favorite Drink? Girl can I sip on you Sip on you [4x] What's my favorite drink? [Verse 3: Twista] If you would suck my soul I shall lick your funky emotions Look at that big old donkey you toting I wish I could pour some of you in a bishop's cup And have a toast wit King Boo And celebrating the fact that you thick as fuck I holla Church cause its pimps in the party Let me sip on ya body Get a good buzz of ya like you lemon Bacardi Or a long Island havin sex on the beach Or in the 'llac sunroof let back with the tech on the seat Got a red bone I call her strawberry daquiri Bring her back for me Carry packs for me Had her suck off my facultay Got a little mamma name Mimi Who remind me of Martini and Asti Spumante How she move to my cd I got a chocolate chick who deep throat She help me shake up dope She the complexion of Crown Royal and Coke And they making it hard for me to decipher and think As I get bubbly and choose And try to figure out [Chorus: Highbeam] What's my favorite Drink? Girl can I sip on you Sip on you [4x] What's my favorite drink? [Outro: Highbeam] Hennesy mixed wit some of that Alize Gimme a shot of that Remy And a whole lot of Tanqueray Keep it comin with that Cognac Pop the Moet lets sip on that Naw playa put ya money back Cause these drinks on me Give me a bottle of that Belve' Long island iced tea Hook me up a martini All these dinks on me I want to have a sex on the beach How about a gin & juice for me So put away ya money G All these drinks on me |
|||||
|
|
4:14 |
|
||
|
from Twista - Kamikaze [Edited Version] (2004)
[Verse 1: Twista] I know you heard the terms chicks are like cars Well I treat bitches like drinks When I step in the club and by out the bar So let me quench my thirst with you and a friend Instead of the juice & gin Why don't I pour out the drink and you hop in Glass full of ass for a true motherfucker With that that turquoise Coogi on You remind me of a blue motherfucker Your friend was sexy when I seen her in Prada But I think Gina was hotter Cause her skin tone was like a pi馻 colada I saw two Japanese chicks that got bodies So I ordered them a mai tai and hot sake, then I got cocky And asked them do they come to this club a lot Well ya got a brotha hot Hop in my bubble drop Can I get a double shot? Or get wit these two mamacita's one wit the karma of margarita The other one like two shots of tequila And they all fine I really don't know what to think As I get bubbly and choose and try to figure out [Chorus: Highbeam] What's my favorite Drink? Girl can I sip on you Sip on you [4x] What's my favorite drink? [Verse 2: Twista] Don't want the middle Cosmopolitan ass I like the one that makes your face drop like a Neopolitan mast No telling what these thick bitches would do Reminiscent of a big old pitcher of brew But hit ya like a slow screw Dip in a strip a club in LA with a bankroll Where the weather ain't cold So I can see some hoes slide down a poll I met two dancers named Moet and Cristal I was checkin they style We had a session It was wet it was wild Then I dug these two twins thick wit Hennessey one was Remi Red With skinny legs Both of them game to give me head With a little bit absolute vodka for they homie Tasha Tell her to come closer So y'all three can give me a Sammy Sosa If I was mayor I would campaign ass Drunk politician with women swimming around the champagne glass Drink so much that I might hurl in the sink And if you ask me why I couldn't figure out [Chorus: Highbeam] What's my favorite Drink? Girl can I sip on you Sip on you [4x] What's my favorite drink? [Verse 3: Twista] If you would suck my soul I shall lick your funky emotions Look at that big old donkey you toting I wish I could pour some of you in a bishop's cup And have a toast wit King Boo And celebrating the fact that you thick as fuck I holla Church cause its pimps in the party Let me sip on ya body Get a good buzz of ya like you lemon Bacardi Or a long Island havin sex on the beach Or in the 'llac sunroof let back with the tech on the seat Got a red bone I call her strawberry daquiri Bring her back for me Carry packs for me Had her suck off my facultay Got a little mamma name Mimi Who remind me of Martini and Asti Spumante How she move to my cd I got a chocolate chick who deep throat She help me shake up dope She the complexion of Crown Royal and Coke And they making it hard for me to decipher and think As I get bubbly and choose And try to figure out [Chorus: Highbeam] What's my favorite Drink? Girl can I sip on you Sip on you [4x] What's my favorite drink? [Outro: Highbeam] Hennesy mixed wit some of that Alize Gimme a shot of that Remy And a whole lot of Tanqueray Keep it comin with that Cognac Pop the Moet lets sip on that Naw playa put ya money back Cause these drinks on me Give me a bottle of that Belve' Long island iced tea Hook me up a martini All these dinks on me I want to have a sex on the beach How about a gin & juice for me So put away ya money G All these drinks on me |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - Adrenaline Rush (1997) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - Adrenaline Rush (1997) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - Category F5 (2009) | |||||
 |
|
4:05 |
|
||
|
from Petey Pablo - Freek-A-Leek [single, remix] (2004)
(Petey Pablo:)
lets take some calls from the request line. caller number one.. (Caller:) Ay,..man...whats up. This Dominique from shay lil' trailer park. (Petey Pablo:) Whats up Dominique. (Caller:) I wanna hear that song from Lil Jon and Petey Pablo. (Petey Pablo:) Aight, I got that coming right up for you. Now shoutout the radio station that gave you what you wanted. (Caller:) Double-u boom boom beats baby! (Bridge:) (How you like it daddy?) Would you do it from the front? (How you like it daddy?) Would you take it from the back? (How you like it daddy?) Fyna break it down like that! (How you like it daddy?) (How you like it daddy?) Would you do it from the front? (How you like it daddy?) Can you take it from the back? (How you like it daddy?) Fyna break it down like that! (How you like it daddy?) (Verse One:) 24, 34, 46, good and thick, and once you get it she'll work wit it. Put a face and some cute lips, earing in her tongue and she'll know what to do wit it. Make a name for herself, and she do her shit well, and know how to keep her business to herself. Come over anytime a nigga call chick, 1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, (ding dong) and she right there. And she know why she came here, and she know where her clothes suppose to be (off and over there). Sniff a little coke, take a little x, smoke a little weed, drink a little bit. I need a girl that I can freak wit, and wanna try shit, and ain't scared of a big dick. And love to get her pussy licked, by another bitch, cus I ain't drunk enough to do that. (Chorus:) FREAKALEEK! (Do you like it daddy?) Shameka Keisha (Do you like it daddy?) Tara FREAKALEEK! Shonda (Do you like it daddy?) Sabrina Crystal (Do you like it daddy?)Daronda FREAKALEEK! Theresa (Do you like it daddy?) Falicia Tenisha (Do you like it daddy?) Sharon FREAKALEEK! Ke'arah (Do you like it daddy?) Monique Christina (Do you like it daddy?) Yolanda (Verse Two:) I need to know a whole lot then to teachin' a broad, with my ding dong make her tongue tickin the bong. Go on ahead so I dont have to do that far, I'm spoiled (and I don't like to work that hard). I like to lay back, relax, and enjoy my time, and with my eyess roll back and my toes curl. (I love when you do that girl) Until it comes time for me to have to give her hers. Tell me what you want, do you want it missionary with your feet cramed into the head board? Do you want it from the back with your face in the pillow so you can yell as loud as you want to? Do you want it on the floor? Do you want it on the chair? Do you want it over here? Do you want it over there? Do you want it in ya pussy? Do you want it in ya ass? I can give you anything you can handle! (Chorus) (Bridge) (Caller:) Yeah, I appreciate it lil' home boy. (Petey Pablo:) Not a problem. You know I do it because I love you. Now I got to give a shoutout to Seagrims Gin cus I drink it, and they paying me for it. (Chorus 2x) Song evaluation |
|||||
|
|
4:05 |
|
||
| from Twista - Kamikaze [Explicit Version] (2004) | |||||
|
|
4:05 |
|
||
| from Twista - Kamikaze [Edited Version] (2004) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - Adrenaline Rush (1997) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - The Day After (2005) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - The Day After (2005) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - Adrenaline Rush (1997) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - Get It Wet (1997) | |||||
|
|
3:59 |
|
||
|
from Twista - Kamikaze [Explicit Version] (2004)
"Here I am.."
"Here I am.." "Here I am.." "Oooh, yeah, here I am.." "Come and get me!" {*echoes*} [Twista] On a rainy day die early morn', my lethal legacy was born I see any rapper around, 'bout the fuckin mics I left torn But they won't give me all my peeps, and there's only one shot to get G's Get love for my MC's at home, but some of them still hate on me Look how many years I done repped, hustled through the streets in the cold It's fire but our first rap as ever, signed the contract a decade ago Put Chi name on records in the East, put Chi name on records in the West Put Chi name on records in the South, bitch how you gon' open your mouth? To the motherfuckin industry, why you hate on me and my city? Would it be an imbalance of power if y'all let Chi niggaz get cheese? Or is it us holdin us back? Think hard when you rollin your sack Whatever the case my Chi nigga, if it's in my means I got yo' back What the fuck's really goin on, does the magazine know we on? Don't he already know we established myself as Twista Corleone? Well I'm holdin my city down, ain't goin nowhere, here I stand You know where I am if you hate me {"Come and get me!"} If you want me {"Come and get me!"} Here I am [Chorus] "Here I am.." "Oooh, yeah, here I am.." "Oooh, yeah, here I am.." "Oooh, yeah, here I am.." "Come and get me! Come and get me!" [Twista] What did I do to deserve, all of this madness around me Found me in the studio buryin myself and was smokin herb Tried to kick me to the curb To the back to the ditch to the dump to the shack but I sprint in the front in the 'Llac with a fifth and a blunt in the back with a bitch and a pump And I'm ready to bust at you hoes, ready to dump lames in ditches Steady makin fakers bleed, L.B. family handle business Comin into Twista's realm, journey with me through the pain The hurt just might make you envision drama that could turn you insane How much of my chaos bring tears, how many threaten my career? How many threatenin to murder me but bitch you know where I live Who the fuck do you think I is? Y'all ain't comin at wit no shotties Why you think you can hurt like these years, yo all of my peeps can you sawed Think you finna bring out my fears? Tell me why my success make you cry And why my downfalls make you laugh, but I bet my hydro got you high Never let hate back me down, stand forth like a man If you want me {"Come and get me!"} Wanna kill me? {"Come and get me!"} Here I am [Chorus] [Twista] We got Geo like Neo, of course we as sourcy as Morpheus or we as sick as some Marcus Aurelius alias atheist Look it's niggaz who flow be the achiest, I'm just a alias Now why hate me is maybe is cause I'm controllin this radius or this world and this whole universe, don't believe let me spit you a verse Just when you thought you was worse I come wit worse that'll make you disperse My allies know I'm too cold, my enemies know I spit thangs My Lords know I bust that thang, my gangstas know how we still reign My mobsta family steady ride, L.B. family steady click While us and other crews collide, choose your weapon take a pick Load up, click-clack, it's on ?finna bust, get back, run home Come at me jokers get whacked with a strap to the back of the dome Industry niggaz get gone, heard y'all be stickin Big Worm I show you some shit that'll blow you now slow you down like you siz-urp The Chi-Town's sacrificial lamb, well here I stand firm if you hate me {"Come and get me!"} If you want me {"Come and get me!"} Here I am [Chorus] |
|||||
|
|
3:59 |
|
||
|
from Twista - Kamikaze [Edited Version] (2004)
"Here I am.." "Here I am.." "Here I am.." "Oooh, yeah, here I am.." "Come and get me!" {*echoes*} [Twista] On a rainy day die early morn', my lethal legacy was born I see any rapper around, 'bout the fuckin mics I left torn But they won't give me all my peeps, and there's only one shot to get G's Get love for my MC's at home, but some of them still hate on me Look how many years I done repped, hustled through the streets in the cold It's fire but our first rap as ever, signed the contract a decade ago Put Chi name on records in the East, put Chi name on records in the West Put Chi name on records in the South, bitch how you gon' open your mouth? To the motherfuckin industry, why you hate on me and my city? Would it be an imbalance of power if y'all let Chi niggaz get cheese? Or is it us holdin us back? Think hard when you rollin your sack Whatever the case my Chi nigga, if it's in my means I got yo' back What the fuck's really goin on, does the magazine know we on? Don't he already know we established myself as Twista Corleone? Well I'm holdin my city down, ain't goin nowhere, here I stand You know where I am if you hate me {"Come and get me!"} If you want me {"Come and get me!"} Here I am [Chorus] "Here I am.." "Oooh, yeah, here I am.." "Oooh, yeah, here I am.." "Oooh, yeah, here I am.." "Come and get me! Come and get me!" [Twista] What did I do to deserve, all of this madness around me Found me in the studio buryin myself and was smokin herb Tried to kick me to the curb To the back to the ditch to the dump to the shack but I sprint in the front in the 'Llac with a fifth and a blunt in the back with a bitch and a pump And I'm ready to bust at you hoes, ready to dump lames in ditches Steady makin fakers bleed, L.B. family handle business Comin into Twista's realm, journey with me through the pain The hurt just might make you envision drama that could turn you insane How much of my chaos bring tears, how many threaten my career? How many threatenin to murder me but bitch you know where I live Who the fuck do you think I is? Y'all ain't comin at wit no shotties Why you think you can hurt like these years, yo all of my peeps can you sawed Think you finna bring out my fears? Tell me why my success make you cry And why my downfalls make you laugh, but I bet my hydro got you high Never let hate back me down, stand forth like a man If you want me {"Come and get me!"} Wanna kill me? {"Come and get me!"} Here I am [Chorus] [Twista] We got Geo like Neo, of course we as sourcy as Morpheus or we as sick as some Marcus Aurelius alias atheist Look it's niggaz who flow be the achiest, I'm just a alias Now why hate me is maybe is cause I'm controllin this radius or this world and this whole universe, don't believe let me spit you a verse Just when you thought you was worse I come wit worse that'll make you disperse My allies know I'm too cold, my enemies know I spit thangs My Lords know I bust that thang, my gangstas know how we still reign My mobsta family steady ride, L.B. family steady click While us and other crews collide, choose your weapon take a pick Load up, click-clack, it's on ?finna bust, get back, run home Come at me jokers get whacked with a strap to the back of the dome Industry niggaz get gone, heard y'all be stickin Big Worm I show you some shit that'll blow you now slow you down like you siz-urp The Chi-Town's sacrificial lamb, well here I stand firm if you hate me {"Come and get me!"} If you want me {"Come and get me!"} Here I am [Chorus] |
|||||
 |
|
4:27 |
|
||
|
from Dj Kayslay - The Streetsweeper Vol.2 (2004)
Uhh, okay, y'all know what this is Jim Capo nigga, we back on this motherfucker Drama King, drama game, bird caine DipSet, Diplomat - y'all know what it is Exclusive nigga, for the streets Harlem, stand up, Eastside representers You know what it is, check it Passed my hood throwin weed out the window Half my hood they be out the window Tell KaySlay throw the key out the window I parked in front so I can see out the window Get inside of the ride, 20 inches piped in the side So I cypher some eyes, hell yeah like bikers we ride Better yet like pilots we fly Trust me you be flyin all high like a bunch of birds and we dump the birds And we bump the birds but "mums" the word Word, word - man bird gang I thought you heard mayne But hold on holmes, I be rollin stones Rocked up like a rollin stone Blocked up and I hold the chrome Pop up I will blow up homes, DipSet, he know it's on Yeah, it ain't even fair I'll squeeze a flare, I'll leave him there Just bleedin there, no breathin air Just leave him there 'til police get there Whoo! That's my kind of work Fucked up buletproof liner shirt Then we grind the work, all kind of work We watch po-po, they tryin alerts Fuck that dough, they dyin of thirst Huh, so we cop it and fry it Chop and divide it, toppers supply it Yeah - hit the block and he try it Yeah - watch the cops when they eye us Yeah - you know our block starts riots [Chorus 2X: Jim Jones, Juelz Santana] If it's drama we can start it Start the drama, get retarded Grab the llama, load the cartridge Turn yo' ass into a target If it's drama we gon' start it If it's problems we gon' solv |
|||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
| from Dj Kayslay - The Streetsweeper Vol. 2 - The Pain From The Game (2004) | |||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
| from Dj Kayslay - The Streetsweeper Vol. 2 - The Pain From The Game / Clean Version (2004) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Twista - The Day After (2005)
mmhm, mmhmm, mmhm, aye baby
When I touch her she like (ohhh) When I hug her (ohhh) When I rub her she like (ohhh) When we cut it's like (ohhh) Then she got me sayin' (girl tonite) When I touch her she like (ohhh) When I hug her (ohhh) When I rub her she like (ohhh) When we cut it's like (ohhh) Then she got me sayin' (girl tonite) It's getting late lil mama (stay late) We been in the club too long Let me take you out to my home Tell me what a nigga gotta do to get you out that thong when are you gonna really make up ya mind shorty see Twista work that skill now can I get up in it from behind shorty show you what I'm working with (ooh) come on let me take you to the penthouse suite pull out some old school marvin gaye and put it on repeat (ohh) shorty come in show me you can take it boo let me fuck you first now girl show me what you can do come and fuck me reverse now girl doing things that'll get you gone when we on the couch I can make you moan eat you up when we in the kitchen let you get on top when we by the stove when she told me to do it faster that's when I dug deeper now every time I see her (mmm) I gots to freak her cause when I touch her she like (ohhh) when I hug her (ohhh) when I rub her she like (ohhh) when we cut it's like (ohhh) then she got me sayin' (girl tonite... yeaa) when I touch her she like (ohhh) when I hug her (ohhh) when I rub her she like (ohhh) when we cut it's like (ohhh) then she got me sayin' (girl tonite, girl... girl... girl) make her feel like she popped the pill got her feeling ecstasy took her to the bedroom about to make her an overnight celebrity I finna get up in the sack and I hope you ready for me girl finna hit it from the back while I'm bumpin' ready for the world I want you to hold me while I'm kissin all over ya body slowly give it to you like a O.G show me how you work them walls.. show me how you work them jaws and in the bed when the faucet run you will catch that drain that's why I love gettin' freaky wit you cause you's a nasty thang shorty please... that's right (show me how you work them walls... down) cause when I touch her she like (ohhh) when I hug her (ohhh) when I rub her she like (ohhh) when we cut it's like (ohhh) then she got me sayin' (girl tonite) when I touch her she like (ohhh) when I hug her (ohhh) when I rub her she like (ohhh) when we cut it's like (ohhh... yea baby) then she got me sayin' (girl tonite) hit it to that jodeci (yeaaa) hit it to that jagged edge (yeaa) hit it to that new edition get you get that cool it boo (don't you worry about a damn thang... no) see how I do it to it when I sip some do it to it fluid hit it to some isley brothers hit it to some sade yes hit it to some r. kelly and hit it to some marvin gaye (don't you worry about a damn thang... no) see how I do it to it gotta sip that fluid when I touch her she like ohhh say don't ya worry about a damn thang no, no, no, no, no, no girl Cause when I touch her she like when I rub her when I hug her when I love her when I touch her she like oooh oooh |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Twista - The Day After (2005)
mmhm, mmhmm, mmhm, aye baby
When I touch her she like (ohhh) When I hug her (ohhh) When I rub her she like (ohhh) When we cut it's like (ohhh) Then she got me sayin' (girl tonite) When I touch her she like (ohhh) When I hug her (ohhh) When I rub her she like (ohhh) When we cut it's like (ohhh) Then she got me sayin' (girl tonite) It's getting late lil mama (stay late) We been in the club too long Let me take you out to my home Tell me what a nigga gotta do to get you out that thong when are you gonna really make up ya mind shorty see Twista work that skill now can I get up in it from behind shorty show you what I'm working with (ooh) come on let me take you to the penthouse suite pull out some old school marvin gaye and put it on repeat (ohh) shorty come in show me you can take it boo let me fuck you first now girl show me what you can do come and fuck me reverse now girl doing things that'll get you gone when we on the couch I can make you moan eat you up when we in the kitchen let you get on top when we by the stove when she told me to do it faster that's when I dug deeper now every time I see her (mmm) I gots to freak her cause when I touch her she like (ohhh) when I hug her (ohhh) when I rub her she like (ohhh) when we cut it's like (ohhh) then she got me sayin' (girl tonite... yeaa) when I touch her she like (ohhh) when I hug her (ohhh) when I rub her she like (ohhh) when we cut it's like (ohhh) then she got me sayin' (girl tonite, girl... girl... girl) make her feel like she popped the pill got her feeling ecstasy took her to the bedroom about to make her an overnight celebrity I finna get up in the sack and I hope you ready for me girl finna hit it from the back while I'm bumpin' ready for the world I want you to hold me while I'm kissin all over ya body slowly give it to you like a O.G show me how you work them walls.. show me how you work them jaws and in the bed when the faucet run you will catch that drain that's why I love gettin' freaky wit you cause you's a nasty thang shorty please... that's right (show me how you work them walls... down) cause when I touch her she like (ohhh) when I hug her (ohhh) when I rub her she like (ohhh) when we cut it's like (ohhh) then she got me sayin' (girl tonite) when I touch her she like (ohhh) when I hug her (ohhh) when I rub her she like (ohhh) when we cut it's like (ohhh... yea baby) then she got me sayin' (girl tonite) hit it to that jodeci (yeaaa) hit it to that jagged edge (yeaa) hit it to that new edition get you get that cool it boo (don't you worry about a damn thang... no) see how I do it to it when I sip some do it to it fluid hit it to some isley brothers hit it to some sade yes hit it to some r. kelly and hit it to some marvin gaye (don't you worry about a damn thang... no) see how I do it to it gotta sip that fluid when I touch her she like ohhh say don't ya worry about a damn thang no, no, no, no, no, no girl Cause when I touch her she like when I rub her when I hug her when I love her when I touch her she like oooh oooh |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - Adrenaline Rush 2007 (2007) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Twista - Category F5 (2009)
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 |
|||||
 |
|
3:29 |
|
||
|
from Beanie Sigel - The B.Coming (2005)
(feat. Peedi Crakk & Twista)
(Intro - Peedi Crack) P., P. Crack Cocaine B., B. Mack is back Chad, Chad West on track (Chorus 1 - Peedi Crack) I Gotta Have It! Shot out to my b-boy Beans And my S.P. chain gang, doin the damn thing I Gotta Have It! Don't forget my boogie with beam That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean? (Verse 1 - Peedi Crack) Chain gang, gang bang, let my middle finger hang Ain't nothin changed my name, P. Crack Cocaine (P. Crack Cocaine) Relapse, I stay zapped, my urine ain't clean No one to blame but Peedi and a nigga I mean (nigga I mean) Ten stacks, Crack come to the club and do the thing You ain't got that, I'm in the crib fixin my bricks Style back, that's the method-zine About to get your four stressed So I can whip back on the whole sixteenth (Chorus 1) (Verse 2 - Beanie Sigel) B. Mack, seat back, S.P. intact You see me with Crack, we strapped What's the reason for that? (What's the reason for that?) (I Gotta Have It!) I need that, that Philly-boy clap Hit you niggas in your back, send the rest in your hat (send the rest in your hat) Stay strapped with the mack, with the hoodie too tall stack The aim all that, when I flame you get all that (you get all that) Me Boy Mack fuck with cracks since tall cats (It's the chain gang!) Gang bang! I suggest ya'll fall back (Chorus 2 - Twista and Peedi Crack) I Gotta Have It! Shot out to my boy B. Sige And the S.P. chain gang for doin the damn thing I Gotta Have It! Don't forget the rrring rrring That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean? (Verse 3 - Peedi Crack) Chain gang, lickey with the ban Quickly spit it rrring Sickey Rickey get his ziggy bang Snitchin on the gang (gang) Don't forget you get that Uncle Midi Get him for his chain Simply give him a chitty bang, sit him in a cling (cling) No name, no blame, Mack 10 no aim Hi-lo, rhino, put your body in pain No play no games, 'fore blow your brain Bo range me after the show, you know of course I Gotta Have my... (Chorus 1) (Verse 4 - Beanie Sigel) State Prop click and pop hit you niggas with the glock Catch a nigga whippin in the kitchen cookin in the pot Pursue it then might crack you (smack you), hit him with the glock (When you hear that!) Then you know here come the cops What up, wait, stop, fuck the cops! Got the baby uzi whop, turn your cruiser to a drop (cruiser to a drop) Get off the block 'fore SWAT surround the spot We be locked in a box, three hots and a cot (I can't have it!) (Chorus 2) (Verse 5 - Twista) The may-or of Chi, this ain't even ain't no kings and queens Fixin to hurt from us when you jerk us, we Merciless like Ming Twista and Beanie greedy like Peedi make the gun go rrring When you look at the thing, give me the bling Hand me the chain and the ring Baller in the bubble, blowin bubble, always actin up When trouble feel the double barrell of a double platnium thug Clappin, ready for some action, and I'm going to empty the crib I rep for the Roc and the State Property clique Homey, you can't do shit Throw a finger up, give me love, Remi in the club When they see these thug, in a circle, snort the 50s up Range Rov, 24 inch, blacked out bulbs Blows fast, but hit your ho slow with the soul pole Creeping on niggas trying to test me in the black drop top Pull up and let the booper go bop, bop-bop Treat you, in the wind, to my borough, blowin on my back And do the same to any nigga that's tryna take what I got I Can't Have It! (Outro - Peedi Crack) It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic Se pone, se pone, se pone muy difcil Se pone, se pone, se pone muy difcil Se pone, se pone, se pone muy difcil Se pone, se pone, se pone muy difcil Chain gang, gang bang P., P., P., P. Crack Cocaine B., B. Mack is back Chad, Chad West on track Now let's go! |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - The Day After (2005) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - The Day After (2005) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - The Day After (2005) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - The Day After (2005) | |||||
|
|
3:31 |
|
||
|
from Twista - Kamikaze [Explicit Version] (2004)
Higher
f/ Ludacris, Wildstyle [Intro: Twista] + (Ludacris) Yeah, you know it's about to go down right? (Yeeah!) Got to let them know who is this? (Ludacris!) And who else nigga? (Twista, wooo, ahhh!) Uh, uh (check it out) [Verse 1: Ludacris] Sometimes I think that I got to see a little bit of brighter days Cause I confine myself to a city near you in a solid cage And you could look to the left or the right but I'm trapped on center stage And I could rap to the beat, but I don't know how to change my ways I still hear a fool and I track them, distract them, and whack them Jack a nigga for the day to days and I yak them, attack them, and sack them Get a weapon and I crack his brain cause I'm a hustler, baller, pro And it wouldn't be right for me to be around busters, and crawlers, and hoes But I'm a pimp at night, so talk shit and I'm a lift them up off of they toes With a street sweeper regulating quarters, and ki's, and o's In a two-seater, Ludacris and Twista with bags of dro Smoking, choking, get them open, croaking It's so potent - I'm hoping to keep on floating Soaking wet and you can bet, people I'm high I'm seeing lions, and tigers and bears - oh my! And I can't hide it or keep it hidden, good riddance I'm felling good I'm weapon-concealing, stealing my neighborhood Would, could, and should break a nigga off They'll see you later, go to the doctor, hold my balls and (cough) You caused some vapors and I caught the throne, brain blown, honey I'm home Give me the microphone, and fools is like, "leave me alone!" [Chorus: Twista] Throw it up if you get high, get blow, get drunk If you want what I'm on, come on and kick it Let's ride, smoke dro, beat the trunk All the bad ass bitches that want to party Just shake it, great players get pumped Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the party Get money fuck hoes, get crunk [Verse 2: Twista] (Look out!) I put a little bit of hash on some motherfucking purple haze I feel it all over my body, adrenaline with the Bacardi Got me up and then rippng shit in a rage In the netti cofetti with a belly, Gucci Timberland stepping on the petal up in the Cadillac truck Want to get me for the wood Better get the whole motherfucking hood to come and give you some back up We can get into it and if you want to do it I'm leaking the fluids out of the bodies that want to come at this If they all get some blood for fucking with thugs that I bury My adversaries better not want none of Twis' Represent for my city, anybody that different with me Got to get him for thinking it's a game And whether you from my city or not, talk shit I'ma kill him especially if he say my name I've been up on him - I handle my business And I'm a stick him up for the scrilla, from K-Tilla, smoking on a fat piller Murder haters that don't feel a Niggaz claiming they want to bring it, but really don't be killers Balling out so hard the size of my rims grow to a hellafied sight-scene When the dough become no bigger, I'm going to drop that 2003 on 19" [Chorus: Twista] [Verse 3: Twista] We balling out of control, I floss on, play on, pimp on A speed deamon, pedal to the metal when I'm in the zone Hang on cause here I'm gone In the motherfucking wind when I'm sippin on Henn' I got paper, you owe something And I done came a long way from letting me hold something, to roll something Find a body, then fill him up with some adrenaline And then kill him and send him to the cemetery With a flow for the whole world like a poet, Check icy cold, your Pop's so hungry, he mends a berry Shit, and when it come to shipping good Who that?, who that?, I got the sack open And the herb got the flow so strong Hot them on crack, the track is for back-to-back smoking Never come up with it unwise, and he nigga you ain't untouchable when I spark the heat Coming at you like sharks to meat the blood is softly, I can tell when a mark is hard as we Come fully loaded cause I'm hard to beat always screaming where a beat and the dro at? You know we love that cut up In the back of the club with purple in the back crying Twis' and Ludacris get fucked up [Chorus: Twista] [Outro: Twista] + (Wildstyle) Pass me the.. Let me smoke my.. (Yeeah, this a Wildstyle production Twista and Ludacris collabo, get it, get it get it, uh, yeeah) |
|||||
|
|
3:31 |
|
||
|
from Twista - Kamikaze [Edited Version] (2004)
[Intro: Twista] + (Ludacris) Yeah, you know it's about to go down right? (Yeeah!) Got to let them know who is this? (Ludacris!) And who else nigga? (Twista, wooo, ahhh!) Uh, uh (check it out) [Verse 1: Ludacris] Sometimes I think that I got to see a little bit of brighter days Cause I confine myself to a city near you in a solid cage And you could look to the left or the right but I'm trapped on center stage And I could rap to the beat, but I don't know how to change my ways I still hear a fool and I track them, distract them, and whack them Jack a nigga for the day to days and I yak them, attack them, and sack them Get a weapon and I crack his brain cause I'm a hustler, baller, pro And it wouldn't be right for me to be around busters, and crawlers, and hoes But I'm a pimp at night, so talk shit and I'm a lift them up off of they toes With a street sweeper regulating quarters, and ki's, and o's In a two-seater, Ludacris and Twista with bags of dro Smoking, choking, get them open, croaking It's so potent - I'm hoping to keep on floating Soaking wet and you can bet, people I'm high I'm seeing lions, and tigers and bears - oh my! And I can't hide it or keep it hidden, good riddance I'm felling good I'm weapon-concealing, stealing my neighborhood Would, could, and should break a nigga off They'll see you later, go to the doctor, hold my balls and (cough) You caused some vapors and I caught the throne, brain blown, honey I'm home Give me the microphone, and fools is like, "leave me alone!" [Chorus: Twista] Throw it up if you get high, get blow, get drunk If you want what I'm on, come on and kick it Let's ride, smoke dro, beat the trunk All the bad ass bitches that want to party Just shake it, great players get pumped Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the party Get money fuck hoes, get crunk [Verse 2: Twista] (Look out!) I put a little bit of hash on some motherfucking purple haze I feel it all over my body, adrenaline with the Bacardi Got me up and then rippng shit in a rage In the netti cofetti with a belly, Gucci Timberland stepping on the petal up in the Cadillac truck Want to get me for the wood Better get the whole motherfucking hood to come and give you some back up We can get into it and if you want to do it I'm leaking the fluids out of the bodies that want to come at this If they all get some blood for fucking with thugs that I bury My adversaries better not want none of Twis' Represent for my city, anybody that different with me Got to get him for thinking it's a game And whether you from my city or not, talk shit I'ma kill him especially if he say my name I've been up on him - I handle my business And I'm a stick him up for the scrilla, from K-Tilla, smoking on a fat piller Murder haters that don't feel a Niggaz claiming they want to bring it, but really don't be killers Balling out so hard the size of my rims grow to a hellafied sight-scene When the dough become no bigger, I'm going to drop that 2003 on 19" [Chorus: Twista] [Verse 3: Twista] We balling out of control, I floss on, play on, pimp on A speed deamon, pedal to the metal when I'm in the zone Hang on cause here I'm gone In the motherfucking wind when I'm sippin on Henn' I got paper, you owe something And I done came a long way from letting me hold something, to roll something Find a body, then fill him up with some adrenaline And then kill him and send him to the cemetery With a flow for the whole world like a poet, Check icy cold, your Pop's so hungry, he mends a berry Shit, and when it come to shipping good Who that?, who that?, I got the sack open And the herb got the flow so strong Hot them on crack, the track is for back-to-back smoking Never come up with it unwise, and he nigga you ain't untouchable when I spark the heat Coming at you like sharks to meat the blood is softly, I can tell when a mark is hard as we Come fully loaded cause I'm hard to beat always screaming where a beat and the dro at? You know we love that cut up In the back of the club with purple in the back crying Twis' and Ludacris get fucked up [Chorus: Twista] [Outro: Twista] + (Wildstyle) Pass me the.. Let me smoke my.. (Yeeah, this a Wildstyle production Twista and Ludacris collabo, get it, get it get it, uh, yeeah) |
|||||
 |
|
4:19 |
|
||
|
from R. Kelly - Tp-3.Com (2005)
Ladies it’s your boyfriend I hope y’all like to do it like I like to do it Till the sun comes up (Oh Yea, You Know its going down) Yo can I hit it till the mornin’ I’ll be sexin’ you up (Chicago’s finest) Until the sun goes down We ride, get high, hit clubs, we ball, we mack (we put it down like this) Till the sun comes up Yo can I hit it till the mornin’ (That’s right) I’ll be sexin’ you up Until the sun goes down (Say what) We ride, get high, hit clubs, we ball, we mack (That’s right ain’t It Man) What you know about the Mobster Elites Crutial Conflict and them Do Or Die flows What you know about Kells and Twista Multi platinum artist stepping out the suicide doors I ain’t claiming the crown or the throne But I know I’m Chi town to the bone Come and have a round of Patrone Now get down to the song When I tell you about the ground I be on Chicago Tell your girl about K town And them projects downtown And all these places Caught her starrin’ at the ice in my ear She almost fainted when she saw these glaciers Feel the words when I spit’em in the mic First I got to get up with the mob and I’m like Roll up 30 deep to the club and I’m like Got to see who I’m about to fuck tonight The partys so live and I’m bout to set it off for the 05 Its all good but I’ve got the 45 And I found me a down ass ho to ride And she got a fat ol’ ass that’ll brighten up the room Come let a west side nigga slide this dick off in your womb Uh huh put it down on the booty make her like me Most likely she think I’m gonna make her wifey Got a hook like Nike she wanna bite me When I come up in the room in a white tee Presidential suite with some drink and some Cush I’m ‘bout to get it on After this one night I’m gonna be the one you call When you wanna get it hit it till the early morn’ Pimp on Hoppin’ out the finest cars that money can buy Chick on my side, step off up in the club (708) reppin’ the Chi I’m at the bar talkin’ to this chick sippin’ on that magic potion Tryin’ to get her to let me dive off in that ass like it’s an ocean Rub her down with some heated lotion And now got hunny soakin’ She’s ready for the Piper Fuckin’ with her emotions Wanna show you what a true playa’s like You would swear you was in paradise Wanna turn that ass over and ride Good bye to them other guys Girl if you ride out with me I promise you won’t regret it I shoot hoop and so you know this boy is real athletic You want me to go down on you baby don’t even sweat it Just pass the remy to me and watch me get real nasty R is gonna give it to you how you like it I’ll be pumpin’ on that Yo Kells Take another sip and another strip buy another fifth Now another bad bitch want me Grab another cli p haters like to trip represent the pimp With a lot of Platnium on me Sit back relax and watch her ride on me Get up in the mornin’ do the same to her hommie Chuch right here motherfuckers can’t clone me Luis Vitton Gucci and Prada Hit it from the back and make your girlfriend holla Pimperish but he talk like a scholar Stackin paper like the all mighty dollar Ima make it do what it do you dig Gotta be dro Gotta be love Gotta be wild Gotta be slow Gotta be Chi Gotta be long Gotta be down I was out west at the circle when I met this woman She was dark skin had a shape So I know she ain’t frontin Put that ass in the back of the Jeep And I know she’s runnin She says Belo when her toes curl up When I know she’s comin’ Mr. Poke man cummin I can give you what you want Like a dick for days Belo be a nympho girl I can give you what you want sexually four ways Like the lips, cheeks, arm, back, middle blade But I gotta stay true So I gets paid Do Or Die and Kells
|
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Twista - The Day After (2005)
[Pitbull]
Yea we gon' take it from the bottom to the windy city Miami's finest, Chi Town's finest Pitbull, Twista And we want all the women to... Boogie boogie boogie(go ahead baby) Boogie boogie boogie [Chorus] Get down hit the flo (x4) Dile ponme la hay que te la voy a partir (x4) [Twista] Shake it shake it fo me Come and work it for me shawty but dont break it for me Wiggle wiggle want you come on and get naked fo me say you like the dick wont you come and take it from me Gon twirk it fo me while I let the dick slide Pop it fo me mama show me you know how to ride Now stop runnin from me go and hold that fatty up Now let me beat up untill you say you've had enough Pitbull and twista shawty show me how you work that work that Got to the flo but dont hurt that hurt that Take you with me if you can show me how you do that looking so hot and got the hood hollin \'who dat\' Hit it so hard mamacita come and let me inspect yo thigh open up because I got a new excercise I can drop it down pick up the flow Hit that bitch up with the rythm and go GET DOWN HIT THE FLO' [Chorus] x4 [Pitbull] When Pits in the area area better check his bank fo direst deposits check under yo bed bed check yo closet she dont like bacon? COOL I'll give her sausage If it doesnt make sense sense Dont make dollars dollars Dont make money money dont make profits Boogie boogie I just want to give you nook Noogie noggie Turn around let me see how you would Do me Do me put it all together that would be a Boogie Boogie noogie noogie noogie Do Me Do Me Damn it woman Im on the track with twista so its only right That I take my words and twist em Wacth how I get up and go watch how I switch up the flo Watch how I do it like no ones done it befo' Yes uuhhh Pits a pro mami what you fronin fo girl do what you do best HIT THE FLO! [Chorus] x4 [Twista] All the chicks be lovin Twista when he spittin 'em rhymes and I be lovin all the ladies that got dick on they mind From the windy city down to the dirty south Like Luda you know I beat that shit by the ++word of mouf++ I sold 350 the first week the day after I'm coming at you on a smurf beat Becuase he got the base to hit you on the head like a 4 by 4 Now back it up for me I'm beggin shawty Por favor go and get teh other lane let me show you how to jack it Aint no like nothin a brother you gon like it when I smack it Got you in the fantasy I hope no shit pop off While we grindin and I'm trying to get my rocks off Hope them haters dont coma at me thinking my blocks off Cause we known to get the heaters burnin like hot sauce Its all because I gave them baby mamas dick on the low I tell em GET DOWN HIT DA FLO [Chorus] |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Twista - The Day After (2005)
[Pitbull]
Yea we gon' take it from the bottom to the windy city Miami's finest, Chi Town's finest Pitbull, Twista And we want all the women to... Boogie boogie boogie(go ahead baby) Boogie boogie boogie [Chorus] Get down hit the flo (x4) Dile ponme la hay que te la voy a partir (x4) [Twista] Shake it shake it fo me Come and work it for me shawty but dont break it for me Wiggle wiggle want you come on and get naked fo me say you like the dick wont you come and take it from me Gon twirk it fo me while I let the dick slide Pop it fo me mama show me you know how to ride Now stop runnin from me go and hold that fatty up Now let me beat up untill you say you've had enough Pitbull and twista shawty show me how you work that work that Got to the flo but dont hurt that hurt that Take you with me if you can show me how you do that looking so hot and got the hood hollin 'who dat' Hit it so hard mamacita come and let me inspect yo thigh open up because I got a new excercise I can drop it down pick up the flow Hit that bitch up with the rythm and go GET DOWN HIT THE FLO' [Chorus] x4 [Pitbull] When Pits in the area area better check his bank fo direst deposits check under yo bed bed check yo closet she dont like bacon? COOL I'll give her sausage If it doesnt make sense sense Dont make dollars dollars Dont make money money dont make profits Boogie boogie I just want to give you nook Noogie noggie Turn around let me see how you would Do me Do me put it all together that would be a Boogie Boogie noogie noogie noogie Do Me Do Me Damn it woman Im on the track with twista so its only right That I take my words and twist em Wacth how I get up and go watch how I switch up the flo Watch how I do it like no ones done it befo' Yes uuhhh Pits a pro mami what you fronin fo girl do what you do best HIT THE FLO! [Chorus] x4 [Twista] All the chicks be lovin Twista when he spittin 'em rhymes and I be lovin all the ladies that got dick on they mind From the windy city down to the dirty south Like Luda you know I beat that shit by the ++word of mouf++ I sold 350 the first week the day after I'm coming at you on a smurf beat Becuase he got the base to hit you on the head like a 4 by 4 Now back it up for me I'm beggin shawty Por favor go and get teh other lane let me show you how to jack it Aint no like nothin a brother you gon like it when I smack it Got you in the fantasy I hope no shit pop off While we grindin and I'm trying to get my rocks off Hope them haters dont coma at me thinking my blocks off Cause we known to get the heaters burnin like hot sauce Its all because I gave them baby mamas dick on the low I tell em GET DOWN HIT DA FLO [Chorus] |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - The Day After (2005) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - The Day After (2005) | |||||
|
|
4:33 |
|
||
|
from Twista - Kamikaze [Explicit Version] (2004)
[ Twista ]
I wish the way I was living could stop, serving rocks, Knowing the cops is hot when I’m on the block, And I Wish my brother woulda made bail, So I won’t have to travel 6 hours to see him in jail, And I Wish that my grandmother wasn’t sick, Or that we would just come up on some stacks and hit a lick, And I (I wish) Wish my homies wouldn’t have to suffer, When the streets get the upper had on us and we lose a brother, And I Wish I could go deep in a zone, And lift the spirits of the world with the words with in this song, And I (I wish) Wish I could teach a could teach a soul to fly, Take away the pain out cha hands and help you hold them hi, And I Wish God never gave the men power To be able to hurt the people inside the Twin Towers, And I (I wish) Wish God woulda turned they hearts righteous, When they started to take innocent lives and become snipers, But uh We will never break, though they devistate, we shall motivate, And we gotta pray, all we got is faith. Instead of thinking about who gonna die to day, The Lord is gonna help you feel better, so you ain’t gotta cry today. Sit at the light so long, And then we gotta move straight forward, cuz we fight so strong, So when right go wrong, Just say a little prayer, get ya money man, life go on!!! Let’s HOPE! [ Faith Evans ] Cuz I’m hopeful, yes I am, hopeful for today, Take this music and use it Let it take you away, And be hopeful (hopeful) and he’ll make a way I know it ain’t easy but that’s okay. cause we hopeful [ Twista ] I wish that you could show some love, Instead of hatin so much when you see some other people commin up (I wish) I wish I could teach the world to sing, Watch the music and have ‘em trippin of the joy I bring, (shiit) I wish that we could hold hands, Listen instead of dissin lessons from a grown man, And I (I wish) Wish the families that lack, but got love, get some stacks Brand new shack and a lack that’s on dubs, And I Wish we could keep achieving wonders, See the vision of the world through the eyes of Stevie Wonder, (you feel me) (I wish) And I hope all the kids eat, And don’t nobody in my family see six feet, (ya dig) I hope them mothers stain’ strong, You can make it whether you wit him or your mans gone, And I (I wish) Wish I could give every celly some commissary, And the po po bring the heat on them priest like they did R. Kelly, And I Wish that DOC could scream again And bullets could reverse so Pac and Biggie breath again, (shit) (I wish) Then one day they could speak again, I wish that we only saw good news every time we look at CNN, I wish that enemies could talk, And that super homie Christopher Reeves could still walk, (I wish) I wish that we could walk a path, stay doin the right thing Hustle hard so the kids maintain up in the game, Let’s HOPE [ Faith Evans ] Cuz I’m hopeful, yes I am, hopeful for today, Take this music and use it Let it take you away, And be hopeful (hopeful) and he’ll make a way I know it ain’t easy but that’s okay. cause we hopeful [ Twista ] Wish the earth wasn’t so apocalyptic, I try to spread my message to the world the best way I can give it, We can make it always so optimistic, If you don’t listen gotta live my life the best way I can live it, I pray for justice when we go to court, Wish it was all good so the country wouldn’t have to go to war, Why can’t we kick it and just get em on, And in the famous words of Mr. King “Why can’t we all just get along”, Or we can find a better way to shop and please, And I Hope we find a better way to cop a keys, And I Wish everybody would just stop and freeze, And ask way are we fulfillin these downfalls and prophecies, You can be wrong if it’s you doubting, With the faith of a mustard seed you can move mountains, And only the heavenly father and ease the hurt, Just let it go and keep prayin on your knees in church!! And let’s HOPE [ ( x 2 ) Faith Evans ] Cuz I’m hopeful, yes I am, hopeful for today, Take this music and use it Let it take you away, And be hopeful (hopeful) and he’ll make a way I know it ain’t easy but that’s okay. cause we hopeful |
|||||
 |
|
4:12 |
|
||
|
from Coach Carter (코치 카터) by Trevor Rabin [ost] (2005)
[ Twista ]
I wish the way I was living could stop, serving rocks, Knowing the cops is hot when I’m on the block, And I Wish my brother woulda made bail, So I won’t have to travel 6 hours to see him in jail, And I Wish that my grandmother wasn’t sick, Or that we would just come up on some stacks and hit a lick, And I (I wish) Wish my homies wouldn’t have to suffer, When the streets get the upper had on us and we lose a brother, And I Wish I could go deep in a zone, And lift the spirits of the world with the words with in this song, And I (I wish) Wish I could teach a could teach a soul to fly, Take away the pain out cha hands and help you hold them hi, And I Wish God never gave the men power To be able to hurt the people inside the Twin Towers, And I (I wish) Wish God woulda turned they hearts righteous, When they started to take innocent lives and become snipers, But uh We will never break, though they devistate, we shall motivate, And we gotta pray, all we got is faith. Instead of thinking about who gonna die to day, The Lord is gonna help you feel better, so you ain’t gotta cry today. Sit at the light so long, And then we gotta move straight forward, cuz we fight so strong, So when right go wrong, Just say a little prayer, get ya money man, life go on!!! Let’s HOPE! [ Faith Evans ] Cuz I’m hopeful, yes I am, hopeful for today, Take this music and use it Let it take you away, And be hopeful (hopeful) and he’ll make a way I know it ain’t easy but that’s okay. cause we hopeful [ Twista ] I wish that you could show some love, Instead of hatin so much when you see some other people commin up (I wish) I wish I could teach the world to sing, Watch the music and have ‘em trippin of the joy I bring, (shiit) I wish that we could hold hands, Listen instead of dissin lessons from a grown man, And I (I wish) Wish the families that lack, but got love, get some stacks Brand new shack and a lack that’s on dubs, And I Wish we could keep achieving wonders, See the vision of the world through the eyes of Stevie Wonder, (you feel me) (I wish) And I hope all the kids eat, And don’t nobody in my family see six feet, (ya dig) I hope them mothers stain’ strong, You can make it whether you wit him or your mans gone, And I (I wish) Wish I could give every celly some commissary, And the po po bring the heat on them priest like they did R. Kelly, And I Wish that DOC could scream again And bullets could reverse so Pac and Biggie breath again, (shit) (I wish) Then one day they could speak again, I wish that we only saw good news every time we look at CNN, I wish that enemies could talk, And that super homie Christopher Reeves could still walk, (I wish) I wish that we could walk a path, stay doin the right thing Hustle hard so the kids maintain up in the game, Let’s HOPE [ Faith Evans ] Cuz I’m hopeful, yes I am, hopeful for today, Take this music and use it Let it take you away, And be hopeful (hopeful) and he’ll make a way I know it ain’t easy but that’s okay. cause we hopeful [ Twista ] Wish the earth wasn’t so apocalyptic, I try to spread my message to the world the best way I can give it, We can make it always so optimistic, If you don’t listen gotta live my life the best way I can live it, I pray for justice when we go to court, Wish it was all good so the country wouldn’t have to go to war, Why can’t we kick it and just get em on, And in the famous words of Mr. King “Why can’t we all just get along”, Or we can find a better way to shop and please, And I Hope we find a better way to cop a keys, And I Wish everybody would just stop and freeze, And ask way are we fulfillin these downfalls and prophecies, You can be wrong if it’s you doubting, With the faith of a mustard seed you can move mountains, And only the heavenly father and ease the hurt, Just let it go and keep prayin on your knees in church!! And let’s HOPE [ ( x 2 ) Faith Evans ] Cuz I’m hopeful, yes I am, hopeful for today, Take this music and use it Let it take you away, And be hopeful (hopeful) and he’ll make a way I know it ain’t easy but that’s okay. cause we hopeful |
|||||
|
|
4:33 |
|
||
|
from Twista - Kamikaze [Edited Version] (2004)
Man I know we had a lot of tragedies lately I just wanna say rest in peace to Aaliyah Rest in peace to Left-Eye, rest in peace to Jam Master Jay And everybody lost in the Twin Towers, and everybody lost period All we got is hope.. [Verse 1: Twista] I wish the way I was livin' could stop Servin' rocks, knowin' the cops is hot when I'm on the block And I - wish my brother would've made bail So I won't have to travel six hours to see him in jail And I - wish that my grandmother wasn't sick Or that we would just come up on some stacks and hit a lick (I wish) And I - wish my homies wouldn't have to suffer When the streets get the upper hand understand we lose a brother And I - wish I could go deep in the zone And lift the spirits of the world with words within this song (I wish) And I - wish I could teach us all to fly Take away the pain out your hands and help you hold 'em high And I - wish God had never gave the men power To be able to hurt the people inside the Twin Towers (I wish) And I - wish God would've turned they hearts righteous When they started to take innocent lives and become snipers But uh - we will never break though they devastate We shall motivate, and we gotta pray, all we got is faith Instead of thinkin' about who gon' die today The Lord is gon' help you feel better so you ain't gotta cry today Sit at the light so long And then we gotta move straight forward cause we bite so strong So when right go wrong Just say a lil' prayer, get your money man, life goes on... (Let's go) [Chorus: Cee-Lo] Cause I'm hopeful, yes I am, hopeful for today Take this music and use it, let it take you away And be hopeful, hopeful, and He'll make a way I know it ain't easy but - that's okay Just be hopeful [Verse 2: Twista] I wish that you would show some love Instead of hatin' so much when you see some other people comin' up (I wish) I wish I could teach the world to sing Write some music and have them trippin' off the joy I bring Shit - I wish that we can hold hands Listenin' instead of dissin', lessons from a grown man (I wish) And I - wish the families that lack but got love Get some stacks, brand new shack, and a 'Llac that's on dubs And I - wish we could keep achieving wonders See the vision of the world through the eyes of Stevie Wonder (I wish) You feel me - and I hope all the kids eat And don't nobody in my family see six feet - ya dig? I hope the mothers stand strong You can make it whether you with him or your man's gone (I wish) And I - wish I could give every celly some commissary And no popo bring the heat on our peace like they did R. Kelly And I - wish that D.O.C. could scream again And bullets could reverse and Pac and Biggie breathe again Shit - and one day they can speak again I wish that we only saw good news every time we look at CNN I wish that enemies could talk And that Super-homie Christopher Reeve could still walk (I wish) I wish that we could walk the path stay doin' the right thing Hustle hard so them kids maintain up in the game (Let's go) [Chorus: Cee-Lo] Cause I'm hopeful, yes I am, hopeful for today Take this music and use it, let it take you away And be hopeful, hopeful, and He'll make a way I know it ain't easy but - that's okay Just be hopeful [Verse 3: Twista] Wish the earth wasn't so apocaliptic I try to spread my message to the world the best way that I can give it We can make it, always so optimistic If you don't listen, gotta live my life the best way that I can live it I pray for justice when we go to court Wish it was all good so the country wouldn't have to go to war Why can't we kick it and just 'em on And in the famous words of Mister King, 'why can't we all just get along?' Hope we can find a better way to shop in peace And I - hope we find a better way to cop for keys And I - wish everybody would just stop and freeze And ask - why are fulfilling these downfalls and these prophecies You can be wrong if it's you doubtin' With the faith of a mustard seed, you can move mountains And only the heavenly father can ease the hurt Just let it go and keep prayin' on your knees in church (Let's go) [Chorus: Cee-Lo] Cause I'm hopeful, yes I am, hopeful for today Take this music and use it, let it take you away And be hopeful, hopeful, and He'll make a way I know it ain't easy but - that's okay Just be hopeful (Repeat) Na na na na na na na na na Just be hopeful (Repeat) Na na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - Category F5 (2009) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - Adrenaline Rush 2007 (2007) | |||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
| from Kanye West - Alter Ego Mixtape (2009) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - The Day After (2005) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - The Day After (2005) | |||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
| from The Chosen Few - Remix Classicos (2009) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - Adrenaline Rush (1997) | |||||
 |
|
4:40 |
|
||
|
from Puff Daddy - Forever (1999)
[Cheri]
This is a story about two riders One's from Chicago And the other is from New York [Twista] Now nigga what? You thinkin' there be no repentance? But I'm coming back with a vengence Runnin' like a ant since it was intense Thought it was the end Wish every motherfucker's in like sentence Where they been since? Let me not go deep in the story But damn it, I feel the fury when I'm rapping Got me going off in the zone Hit eleven niggas and bitches at home Hear the drama how it happen Back for one minute You remember I was grazed in the shoulder When I plays the beholder Hit the land like a crusier But in the Range with the Rov' Still it feelin' strange to a soldier Me and Puff trapped in the parking lot I done found the keys so let's crawl on the floor Got up beside the ride but we still trapped But I found my strap, I gotta bust that hoe P., you gotta drive, problem at the angle of the ride Blast when you crash through the exit We still alive but the opposition gotta die When they go then it's on to the next shit When the car screeched off, I blast my heat off Thus crackin' our winshield That stud shoulda been killed Kept shootin' 'till I seen his bloody body do a windmill Started catchin' convulsions that we frozen Ain't nobody here to hold it Feelin the escape was kinda golden Now we dozin' More niggas have rolled in They started comin' at us with high-tech shit It's only so much one mac can do But you know what we got to do Don't get in the wind Is it the end or chapter 2 They coming after you 1 - [Cheri] Living my life on the run With these niggas coming after me Is this the way that it has to be I can't tell these dreams from reality Now I'm not afraid to die So it really don't matter to me It just might be my destiny I hope you niggas is ready for me [Puffy] Yeah, yeah Saw my whole empire crumble into pieces As the trouble increases Escape is the thesis when the car speed releases I'm on the run like Jesus The first chapter was sadness but this one is madness Killers on our asses, plus I'm in 'suit, winney badges Red and blue light flashing Now, let's see who's the fastest Slide through the street like a real C Hit the curb swervin', but I'm still swift Damn it, ain't no brakes I feel like a enemy of the state We on the run like Will Smith Pumpin' some real shit Since the car won't slow down I had to crash through a window Level shook but now we on foot with the showdown Didn't know what we was in for Somehow, someway we gotta get the ammunition For the gun play Now I hear some bullets ricochet, Motherfucker's got to get away T., let's go this a-way through the ally Where these niggas can't score me And max me a building attack me Headin' straight for Kennedy, they can't catch me There 20 minutes exactly Get tickets at the first airline, first flight out Get set for the hardcore, Could you tell where the sky phone |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - Adrenaline Rush (1997) | |||||
 |
|
3:54 |
|
||
|
from Elephant Man - Jook Gal [Head Gawn Version] [single] (2004)
Intro: Elephant Man (Lil' Jon)
Elephant (Hey!) Lil' Jon (Hey!) Bone Crusher wid anotha hit song New York girls (Hey!) carribean (Hey!) Brukout and wine to di song oonu wine now (This is for all the sexy ladies out there, we need to see ya) Wine up oonu waistline, rotate it like a tire (Let's go let's go!!!) Sing (Hey! Let's go) Chorus: Elephant Man (Lil' Jon) Shake that booty, turn it around (Hey! Hey! Hey!) Back that ass up (back that ass up), wine go down (Ok!!!) Shake that booty (Hey! Hey! Hey!) turn it around Back that ass up (back that ass up), wine go down (Verse 1: Elephant Man) Yuh up inna di club and di music sweet Yuh fi jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal) Hand pon di wall, look inna di mirror And jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal) Hand pon di ground bumpa inna di air And jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal) Junk in di trunk, wine up yuh rump And jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal) Shake that ass (Wine wine) y'all lookin fine (Wine wine) One ting deh pon yuh mind (Wine wine) bend over and wine (Wine wine) Di Jamaican girls (Wine wine) di New York girls (Wine wine) Mi see di down south girls dem a (Wine wine) (Lil' Jon: Hey!) Dem a wine wine dem a wine wine (Verse 2: Lil' Jon) Let me see you wine let me see you wine let me see you wine Hey! And shake that shit!!! Let me see you pop let me see you pop let me see you pop Hey! And shake that shit!!! Let me see you wine let me see you wine let me see you wine Hey! And shake that shit!!! Let me see you pop let me see you pop let me see you pop Hey! And shake that shit!!! (Chorus: Elephant Man) Shake that booty, turn it around Back that ass up, wine go down Shake that booty, turn it around Back that ass up, wine go down (Verse 3: Bone Crusher) Wine up your body no pushin and shovin (What!) Crowd keep movin cause the music is pumpin (Huh!) Girl keep it groovin now I see ya dumpin JUMP!!! JUMP!!! JUMP!!! JUMP!!! Hey look here girl won't you tell me somethin (French!?) Now that this chimney's tumblin House to earthquake just keep on comin (Huh!) I love them ladies with the extra dunkin Now back that ass up and give me somethin (What!) 2 Live me baby just move somethin (What!) Wine girl you just so fine girl (Yeah!) Let me see ya grind it up girl (Yeah!) Elephant and Crusher 'gon rock the world It's party time come here girl!!! (Bridge: Elephant Man) Yuh up inna di club and di music sweet Yuh fi jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal) Hand pon di wall, look inna di mirror And jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal) Hand pon di ground bumpa inna di air And jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal) Junk in di trunk, wine up yuh rump And jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal) (Verse 4: Kiprich) (Put yuh hands on di floor!!!) Cock up yuh bumpa a likkle more Cock it up mek mi slam it like a door (Put yuh hands on di floor!!!) Yuh hear mi love it when mi talk to her Split and spread out like manure (Put yuh hands on di floor!!!) Every man love see girl gallore Shabba seh him waan more pon more (Put yuh hands on di floor!!!) True yuh goody goody get a encore Every girl fi brukout like sore (Elephant Man: Mad! Sick! Head nuh good!!!) (Chorus: Elephant Man) Shake that booty, turn it around Back that ass up, wine go down Shake that booty, turn it around Back that ass up, wine go down (Verse 5: Elephant Man) Love see girls a wine love see girls a shake dem behind Search di dancefloor till mi find weh mi flip di coin Kiprich and di gal dem a wine Hold up let's go back in time memba Jeanie wine Memba Jeanie when yuh see mi gimme grind Now a dancehall queenie queenie time Jump between di lines stoosh girls stop stoosh dem a wine Every girl waan dem career shine (Junk in di trunk) If yuh nah wine could a get a conflict Wid it like a Shaolin Monk (Mi seh junk in di trunk) Come on girl mek mi see booty bounce Pon di floor, di dressa or di bank (All girls!!!) (Chorus: Elephant Man) Shake that booty, turn it around Back that ass up, wine go down Shake that booty, turn it around Back that ass up, wine go down (Bridge: Elephant Man) Yuh up inna di club and di music sweet Yuh fi jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal) Hand upon di wall, look inna di mirror And jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal) Hand pon di ground bumpa inna di air And jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal) Junk in di trunk, wine up yuh rump And jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal) (Chorus: Elephant Man) Shake that booty, turn it around Back that ass up, wine go down Shake that booty, turn it around Back that ass up, wine go down (Bridge: Elephant Man) Yuh up inna di club and di music sweet Yuh fi jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal) Hand pon di wall, look inna di mirror And jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal) Hand pon di ground bumpa inna di air And jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal) Junk in di trunk, wine up yuh rump And jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal) (Outro: Elephant Man) Shake that ass (Wine wine) y'all lookin fine (Wine wine) One ting deh pon yuh mind (Wine wine) bend over and wine (Wine wine) Di Jamaican girls (Wine wine) di New York girls (Wine wine) Mi see di down south girls dem a (Wine wine) Dem a wine wine dem a wine wine, alright... |
|||||
 |
|
3:58 |
|
||
|
from Elephant Man - Jook Gal [single] (2004)
Intro: Elephant Man (Lil' Jon)
Elephant (Hey!) Lil' Jon (Hey!) Bone Crusher wid anotha hit song New York girls (Hey!) carribean (Hey!) Brukout and wine to di song oonu wine now (This is for all the sexy ladies out there, we need to see ya) Wine up oonu waistline, rotate it like a tire (Let's go let's go!!!) Sing (Hey! Let's go) Chorus: Elephant Man (Lil' Jon) Shake that booty, turn it around (Hey! Hey! Hey!) Back that ass up (back that ass up), wine go down (Ok!!!) Shake that booty (Hey! Hey! Hey!) turn it around Back that ass up (back that ass up), wine go down (Verse 1: Elephant Man) Yuh up inna di club and di music sweet Yuh fi jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal) Hand pon di wall, look inna di mirror And jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal) Hand pon di ground bumpa inna di air And jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal) Junk in di trunk, wine up yuh rump And jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal) Shake that ass (Wine wine) y'all lookin fine (Wine wine) One ting deh pon yuh mind (Wine wine) bend over and wine (Wine wine) Di Jamaican girls (Wine wine) di New York girls (Wine wine) Mi see di down south girls dem a (Wine wine) (Lil' Jon: Hey!) Dem a wine wine dem a wine wine (Verse 2: Lil' Jon) Let me see you wine let me see you wine let me see you wine Hey! And shake that shit!!! Let me see you pop let me see you pop let me see you pop Hey! And shake that shit!!! Let me see you wine let me see you wine let me see you wine Hey! And shake that shit!!! Let me see you pop let me see you pop let me see you pop Hey! And shake that shit!!! (Chorus: Elephant Man) Shake that booty, turn it around Back that ass up, wine go down Shake that booty, turn it around Back that ass up, wine go down (Verse 3: Bone Crusher) Wine up your body no pushin and shovin (What!) Crowd keep movin cause the music is pumpin (Huh!) Girl keep it groovin now I see ya dumpin JUMP!!! JUMP!!! JUMP!!! JUMP!!! Hey look here girl won't you tell me somethin (French!?) Now that this chimney's tumblin House to earthquake just keep on comin (Huh!) I love them ladies with the extra dunkin Now back that ass up and give me somethin (What!) 2 Live me baby just move somethin (What!) Wine girl you just so fine girl (Yeah!) Let me see ya grind it up girl (Yeah!) Elephant and Crusher 'gon rock the world It's party time come here girl!!! (Bridge: Elephant Man) Yuh up inna di club and di music sweet Yuh fi jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal) Hand pon di wall, look inna di mirror And jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal) Hand pon di ground bumpa inna di air And jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal) Junk in di trunk, wine up yuh rump And jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal) (Verse 4: Kiprich) (Put yuh hands on di floor!!!) Cock up yuh bumpa a likkle more Cock it up mek mi slam it like a door (Put yuh hands on di floor!!!) Yuh hear mi love it when mi talk to her Split and spread out like manure (Put yuh hands on di floor!!!) Every man love see girl gallore Shabba seh him waan more pon more (Put yuh hands on di floor!!!) True yuh goody goody get a encore Every girl fi brukout like sore (Elephant Man: Mad! Sick! Head nuh good!!!) (Chorus: Elephant Man) Shake that booty, turn it around Back that ass up, wine go down Shake that booty, turn it around Back that ass up, wine go down (Verse 5: Elephant Man) Love see girls a wine love see girls a shake dem behind Search di dancefloor till mi find weh mi flip di coin Kiprich and di gal dem a wine Hold up let's go back in time memba Jeanie wine Memba Jeanie when yuh see mi gimme grind Now a dancehall queenie queenie time Jump between di lines stoosh girls stop stoosh dem a wine Every girl waan dem career shine (Junk in di trunk) If yuh nah wine could a get a conflict Wid it like a Shaolin Monk (Mi seh junk in di trunk) Come on girl mek mi see booty bounce Pon di floor, di dressa or di bank (All girls!!!) (Chorus: Elephant Man) Shake that booty, turn it around Back that ass up, wine go down Shake that booty, turn it around Back that ass up, wine go down (Bridge: Elephant Man) Yuh up inna di club and di music sweet Yuh fi jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal) Hand upon di wall, look inna di mirror And jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal) Hand pon di ground bumpa inna di air And jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal) Junk in di trunk, wine up yuh rump And jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal) (Chorus: Elephant Man) Shake that booty, turn it around Back that ass up, wine go down Shake that booty, turn it around Back that ass up, wine go down (Bridge: Elephant Man) Yuh up inna di club and di music sweet Yuh fi jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal) Hand pon di wall, look inna di mirror And jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal) Hand pon di ground bumpa inna di air And jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal) Junk in di trunk, wine up yuh rump And jook gal (Jook gal jook gal jook gal) (Outro: Elephant Man) Shake that ass (Wine wine) y'all lookin fine (Wine wine) One ting deh pon yuh mind (Wine wine) bend over and wine (Wine wine) Di Jamaican girls (Wine wine) di New York girls (Wine wine) Mi see di down south girls dem a (Wine wine) Dem a wine wine dem a wine wine, alright... |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - Category F5 (2009) | |||||
 |
|
4:00 |
|
||
| from Krizz Kaliko 4집 - Kickin` & Screamin` (2012) | |||||
|
|
3:10 |
|
||
|
from Twista - Kamikaze [Explicit Version] (2004)
[Intro: Twista]
Here I am motherfuckers, thought I was gone, huh? Y'all just gonna take my shit and run wit it, huh? Oh I gotta getcha, I gotta getcha my adrenaline still pumpin' Kamikaze style, I feel like, I feel like, I FEEL LIKE [Verse 1: Twista] Standing in the midst of a hundred thousand haters Dynamite and C-4 strapped around the waist bloody tears in my eyes Hit the switch making sure any motherfucker in the vicinity blow away and die Kill'em off with an explosion get up bitches Kamikaze on you hoes I'm the sacrificial lamb Feelin the fury flow out of every follicle in my body While you decompose die with a blunt of dro in yo hand I'm uppin the itchy for fuckin wit Twista If you fuckin wit me come back for you Cause it won't be an issue Got some nuts to come get me Then boy you gon get the picture for flamin my swisher Then hollows penetrate through your tissue Fuckin' fed up wit your blood As I hear the cries of yo homies screamin revenge got no mercy on them either Go to war wit the intentions to annialate everything you stand for Wit the death of myself cause I'm a believer The blessings of sacrifice the messenger who cometh after the Christ Next one to glisten after ice Fuckin wit me is a bigger gamble then a pack of dice I'll murder you and come at you again in the after life My brother you can't bring harm wit guns I'm armed wit bombs fuck all that shit you carry I got your obituary A motherfuckin phenomenon-cause I'm ah come Til they put all of us in a cemetery [Chorus: 2X] Now come and look into the mind of a man you don't really wanna fuck wit (Kill'em All, Kill'em All, Kill'em All) Looking death between the eyes and no one can save us Suicide on you hoes if I have to, to make you die bitch (Kill Us All, Kill Us All, Kill Us All) Looking death between the eyes and no one can save us [Verse 2: Twista] Go to war like I'm untouchable Yellin' out bloody murder while I'm bustin you (bustin you) 2 deadly fingers squeezing twin triggers steady touchin you Screamin' like a demon like I'm finger fuckin you (fuckin you) Just put my body in a room wit the enemy and I got a grenade I'mma pull the pin out the sum bitch Pop 17 sins out the gun clip Smoking dro so fire I was on 10 after 1 bligg Nigga you have now entered the chainsaw massacre Takin more blood than a 2000 dracula Slip the clip in the automatic and get to bustin Horrific hollows while you prayin' to Jesus of Nazarus A 7 day theory like makaveli flowin on a track that's scary Wit a Mack in the back of the pelle Spectacular how could you dare me I'm already willing to die I'm comin back after they bury me Its time for your confessions I be the priest Celebrate and salute the sign of a suicidal soldier Better become a bible holder As I start to massacre men with a verbal recital that's colder Deaths coming closer As you let kamikaze enter yo body Careful or you die standing vertical And anyone that opposes I swear to God I'mma get you Even if I gotta murder me to murder you [Chorus: 2X] Now come and look into the mind of a man you don't really wanna fuck wit (Kill'em All, Kill'em All, Kill'em All) Looking death between the eyes and no one can save us Suicide on you hoes if I have to, to make you die bitch (Kill Us All, Kill Us All, Kill Us All) Looking death between the eyes and no one can save us |
|||||
|
|
3:10 |
|
||
|
from Twista - Kamikaze [Edited Version] (2004)
[Intro: Twista] Here I am motherfuckers, thought I was gone, huh? Y'all just gonna take my shit and run wit it, huh? Oh I gotta getcha, I gotta getcha my adrenaline still pumpin' Kamikaze style, I feel like, I feel like, I FEEL LIKE [Verse 1: Twista] Standing in the midst of a hundred thousand haters Dynamite and C-4 strapped around the waist bloody tears in my eyes Hit the switch making sure any motherfucker in the vicinity blow away and die Kill'em off with an explosion get up bitches Kamikaze on you hoes I'm the sacrificial lamb Feelin the fury flow out of every follicle in my body While you decompose die with a blunt of dro in yo hand I'm uppin the itchy for fuckin wit Twista If you fuckin wit me come back for you Cause it won't be an issue Got some nuts to come get me Then boy you gon get the picture for flamin my swisher Then hollows penetrate through your tissue Fuckin' fed up wit your blood As I hear the cries of yo homies screamin revenge got no mercy on them either Go to war wit the intentions to annialate everything you stand for Wit the death of myself cause I'm a believer The blessings of sacrifice the messenger who cometh after the Christ Next one to glisten after ice Fuckin wit me is a bigger gamble then a pack of dice I'll murder you and come at you again in the after life My brother you can't bring harm wit guns I'm armed wit bombs fuck all that shit you carry I got your obituary A motherfuckin phenomenon-cause I'm ah come Til they put all of us in a cemetery [Chorus: 2X] Now come and look into the mind of a man you don't really wanna fuck wit (Kill'em All, Kill'em All, Kill'em All) Looking death between the eyes and no one can save us Suicide on you hoes if I have to, to make you die bitch (Kill Us All, Kill Us All, Kill Us All) Looking death between the eyes and no one can save us [Verse 2: Twista] Go to war like I'm untouchable Yellin' out bloody murder while I'm bustin you (bustin you) 2 deadly fingers squeezing twin triggers steady touchin you Screamin' like a demon like I'm finger fuckin you (fuckin you) Just put my body in a room wit the enemy and I got a grenade I'mma pull the pin out the sum bitch Pop 17 sins out the gun clip Smoking dro so fire I was on 10 after 1 bligg Nigga you have now entered the chainsaw massacre Takin more blood than a 2000 dracula Slip the clip in the automatic and get to bustin Horrific hollows while you prayin' to Jesus of Nazarus A 7 day theory like makaveli flowin on a track that's scary Wit a Mack in the back of the pelle Spectacular how could you dare me I'm already willing to die I'm comin back after they bury me Its time for your confessions I be the priest Celebrate and salute the sign of a suicidal soldier Better become a bible holder As I start to massacre men with a verbal recital that's colder Deaths coming closer As you let kamikaze enter yo body Careful or you die standing vertical And anyone that opposes I swear to God I'mma get you Even if I gotta murder me to murder you [Chorus: 2X] Now come and look into the mind of a man you don't really wanna fuck wit (Kill'em All, Kill'em All, Kill'em All) Looking death between the eyes and no one can save us Suicide on you hoes if I have to, to make you die bitch (Kill Us All, Kill Us All, Kill Us All) Looking death between the eyes and no one can save us |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - Adrenaline Rush (1997) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - The Day After (2005) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - The Day After (2005) | |||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
| from Music From The Motion Picture Step Up 4 : Miami Heat (스텝업 4: 레볼루션) [ost] (2012) | |||||
 |
|
3:13 |
|
||
|
from Travis Barker - Give The Drummer Some [Deluxe Explicit Version] (2011)
Travis Barker, yeah, let, let, let's go
(Let's go) Lil' Jon, Yelawolf, let, let, let's go (Let's go) Twista and my homeboy Busta Rhymes (Let's go) Holla 'em Before I Take another minute just to give everybody a movie Never seen, I'ma hit 'em with another (Elbow) Let me get up everybody That be movin' with Travis Barker On your mark, so ya ready? (Let's go) Wow, okay, here we go again You see the wind I'm blowin' in and I'm like a manglin' The way that I'd be manglin' the beat, they call me Dracula Then they see the fangs goin' in Wow, uh huh Everybody know that I'ma come and I'ma go, huh Then I gotta do what I be comin' in to do A body to the beat In other way, we givin' them a show Keys to the ignition and step on the gas And bust a bottle and pour me a shot in my glass Where we at, where we at, where we at? And we back up in the building And we coming with a scorcher Y'all already know who it is, it's Busta Bust and Travis Barker Back to the beat, see we gotta go When we hit the fire trucks, everybody better know That we 'bout to let it blow And we gotta get it yo, everybody if you really wit me (Let's go) Hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go Hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go Hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go Hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go I already spittin' to the rhythm of the piano So now I gotta give the drummer some Put the T up on the track, I be phenomenal 'Cause when it come to havin' a hit, I'ma make another one Blink a 182 times when you see the Twista with Travis, madness Kinda like a savage, grab it And murder with the art like blood on the a canvas, 'anis Kinda incredible how I can spit it And get up of middle intricate piles of a kick drum Diabolical, the lyrical flow That'll swallow if you theoretical thinkin' that you can get some I'ma hit'em with the Lamborghini flow With the speed of a Bugatti I'm from another planet when I spit a verse With the weed in my body And I'ma hurt 'em every time I get up in the booth Sippin' on the liquor, 182 proof Now they wanna say they should have never let me loose Outta the cage, now come and see what I'ma do It's Twista the jace, and The Rock on the track And they hit you with the midwest flow Even if you ain't ready yet, all I gotta say is ready set (Let's go) Hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go Hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go Hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go Hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go Drive by, hit you with the two piece combo While I'm hangin' out the window of your Daddy's Lambo' Scrambled eggs, I got scrambled ammo Leave you on top of the water like a banana boat Yeah, I'm an animal, everybody's edible The Yelawolf is headed for your arm and your hand And yo' head, I'm a cannibal But if it's a man's hoppin' with the fans like a fucking antelope Soooo send him to me in a minute when you're finished and I'll put him in a vice grip I'll put an end to the image And I'll send it in the, via independent fucker with the mic grill I'm highest pimpin', pull the trigger back In a submarine with sub machine loaded In an ocean, high deep Keep him underneath the submarine imploded Cry my name, motherfucker vamanos It's me and I'm sick in the prognosis Got more bars than 25 And I put you behind them and I'm like, alley op it I can make your mama really proud to know me And your broke daddy is kinda lonely Give me fifty bucks in penny rolls Just to be in one of my videos, yeah, homie let's go Hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go Hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go Hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go Hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go Let's go, let's go, let's go Let's go, let's go, let's go Let's go, let's go, let's go Let's go, let's go, let's go |
|||||
|
|
4:28 |
|
||
|
from Twista - Kamikaze [Explicit Version] (2004)
Like a 24
f/ Liffy Stokes, T.I. Make dat ass roll like a 24 (24) Lemme see you make dat ass roll like a 24 (24) Shawty make dat ass roll like some 24's (24) Lemme see you make dat ass roll like a 24 (24) I can make my ass roll like a 24 (24) [repeat] I can make my ass roll like some 24's (24s) I can make my ass roll like a 24 (24) Now drop it (now drop it) to the floor Spin it like some stop and go Drop it (drop it) to the floor Spin it like some stop and go Roll like a 24 Lemme see you make dat ass roll like a 24 Now I could tell from back in the days when we was shawtys in the hood Dat you was gone grow up to be thick as hell and lookin good Now you 21 and them thighs ain't no crunk Lookin fine as hell like a penny junk up in the trunk Make a nigga get (get) what you want Put dat ass on dubs Feel it when you get the party crunk Feel it when you twirk it in the club Feel it when you get down on the floor Love when you get down on the low Feel I wanna jack dat ass wanna bump and get that ho get the hoe Baby I jus got some 24's and I love to watch em spin (spin) So let me see you make dat ass roll like my rims Spinnin like omega jones Pop dat booty fo my squad Work dat booty tho it hard roll it like a ? [Chorus] You already know hoes down pimps up When pimpin step up in the house put ya bitch up I got a remi bottle instead of a pimp cup It shine like a summer day when my wrist up She wanna wave now cuz my nigga Twista Dissed her then bounced wit her sista I tell her keep her head down and her hips up You can keep dat pussy imma tear dem pretty lips up Let dat ass roll like 24's on a big truck And ya g-string let it bounce when da beat bang Make it drop like dem cars in a g-thang Pull up ya skirt and work it like da hook keep sangin [Chorus] Come on shorty make dat ass pop Drop it like a rag top Shake it likes its bongo Stir it up like credit rock I got a pocket full of tens and dubs I'm up in the club drunk as fuck stuck Lookin for love They lookin for dust And I got dem in gods we trust A lil game a lil fame I'll have em pilin in the church bus Puffin da juan dro straight up to the condo Open the bus doors head up to the 12th floor Its bout to crack now layin on my back now She shook one cheek at a time den dropped it back down I'm goin through a game I never knew they name All I know is when she got low a nigga lost it man You got my thang on swole back dat ass up Girl you got my thang on swole now make dat ass drop You got my thang on swole make dat ass bounce Girl you got my thang on swole now make dat ass prompt Break somethin shake somethin work somethin twirk somethin [repeat] Break it shake it work it twirk it [repeat4] Shawty lemme see you make the left side move (side move) Now let me see you make the right side move (side move) Now let me see you make both sides move (sides move) Now baby bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce [Chorus] |
|||||
|
|
3:55 |
|
||
|
from Twista - Kamikaze [Edited Version] (2004)
Make dat ass roll like a 24 (24) Lemme see you make dat ass roll like a 24 (24) Shawty make dat ass roll like some 24's (24) Lemme see you make dat ass roll like a 24 (24) I can make my ass roll like a 24 (24) [repeat] I can make my ass roll like some 24's (24s) I can make my ass roll like a 24 (24) Now drop it (now drop it) to the floor Spin it like some stop and go Drop it (drop it) to the floor Spin it like some stop and go Roll like a 24 Lemme see you make dat ass roll like a 24 Now I could tell from back in the days when we was shawtys in the hood Dat you was gone grow up to be thick as hell and lookin good Now you 21 and them thighs ain't no crunk Lookin fine as hell like a penny junk up in the trunk Make a nigga get (get) what you want Put dat ass on dubs Feel it when you get the party crunk Feel it when you twirk it in the club Feel it when you get down on the floor Love when you get down on the low Feel I wanna jack dat ass wanna bump and get that ho get the hoe Baby I jus got some 24's and I love to watch em spin (spin) So let me see you make dat ass roll like my rims Spinnin like omega jones Pop dat booty fo my squad Work dat booty tho it hard roll it like a ? [Chorus] You already know hoes down pimps up When pimpin step up in the house put ya bitch up I got a remi bottle instead of a pimp cup It shine like a summer day when my wrist up She wanna wave now cuz my nigga Twista Dissed her then bounced wit her sista I tell her keep her head down and her hips up You can keep dat pussy imma tear dem pretty lips up Let dat ass roll like 24's on a big truck And ya g-string let it bounce when da beat bang Make it drop like dem cars in a g-thang Pull up ya skirt and work it like da hook keep sangin [Chorus] Come on shorty make dat ass pop Drop it like a rag top Shake it likes its bongo Stir it up like credit rock I got a pocket full of tens and dubs I'm up in the club drunk as fuck stuck Lookin for love They lookin for dust And I got dem in gods we trust A lil game a lil fame I'll have em pilin in the church bus Puffin da juan dro straight up to the condo Open the bus doors head up to the 12th floor Its bout to crack now layin on my back now She shook one cheek at a time den dropped it back down I'm goin through a game I never knew they name All I know is when she got low a nigga lost it man You got my thang on swole back dat ass up Girl you got my thang on swole now make dat ass drop You got my thang on swole make dat ass bounce Girl you got my thang on swole now make dat ass prompt Break somethin shake somethin work somethin twirk somethin [repeat] Break it shake it work it twirk it [repeat4] Shawty lemme see you make the left side move (side move) Now let me see you make the right side move (side move) Now let me see you make both sides move (sides move) Now baby bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce [Chorus] |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - Adrenaline Rush 2007 (2007) | |||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
| from Supa Bwe - NO THANKS (2022) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Twista - Category F5 (2009)
Buk
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 |
|||||
 |
|
4:09 |
|
||
| from R. Kelly, Jay-Z - Unfinished Business (2004) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - Adrenaline Rush (1997) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - Adrenaline Rush 2007 (2007) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - Adrenaline Rush (1997) | |||||
 |
|
4:09 |
|
||
|
from David Banner - Certified (2005)
Pick up your gun
jump in the whip lets ride on this like oh oh oh (x4) (Chorus) I put that on everything -I will be reppin the south to the day that i die I put that on everything From the midwest i'm ready to ride because i'm from the Chi I'm from the M i'm from the Double the S, yall know the rest Talk about that and I'll dig in yo chest Ready to die for these streets so hit you with with this heat You don't want to see T and DB and i put that on everything (x2) |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - Category F5 (2009) | |||||
 |
|
3:15 |
|
||
|
from Mariah Carey 9집 - The Emancipation Of Mimi (2005)
I'm lookin for my one and only
Every time I turn around I find my heart in pieces on the ground So so lonely I'm lookin for my one and only I'm riding home in pain again baby But that don't mean shit to you You're currently engaged In an intimate conversation With a young groupie or two They say Players only love you When they're playing games Still I gave my heart to you I should have stayed away Like my friends all told me to Every time I turn around I find my heart in pieces on the ground So so lonely I'm lookin for my one and only Every time I turn around I find my heart in pieces on the ground Why can't I find my one and only See I'm looking for a man that'll rub me slow Make me sing real high When he goes down low But see it ain't just a physical thing He's gotta treat me affectionately And I gotta know he won't betray my trust Just like every other mother fucker does Is this just an impossible dream baby Too elusive to pursue It's been such a sad and windy road for me Just searchin for the truth Every time I turn around I find my heart in pieces on the ground So so lonely I'm lookin for my one and only Every time I turn around I find my heart in pieces on the ground Why can't I find my one and only Now you know I roll a Beamer and a Benz And I'm dishin out N's While you trippin on a playa Baller havin bitter conversations While we're rollin on 24's And I know you got doubts Why you listen to what people talk about You ain't figured out why they call ya The heavy steady hatin cause You rollin on 24's See how your money flows You dress in designer clothes From head to the toe You ain't satisfied well tell me What you lookin for I'm lookin for my one and only Well I'll be your one and only If you give me a chance I'll make the change for you girl I know I ain't been the most faithful Nigga in the world But let's stay together so we can shine like pearls Spendin it to awhile I feel us wish You on fire To kiss your lips I desire Twist and Mariah together like a Grip on the tire I'm lookin for my one and only Well come on Shorty let me make it better We can do whatever While we're sittin on suede and leather Thinkin through the city While we rollin lonely Let's kick it in the Chi I know I messed up with ya I ain't gon lie I know you were feelin You really know your guy But baby girl I ain't mean to blow your high Let me pick the pieces up And put them back together cause I wanna be with you Don't wanna leave you lonely Ride with you like a homey never no phony horty can I be your one and only Every time I turn around I find my heart in pieces on the ground So so loney I'm looking for my one and only Every time I turn around I find my heart in pieces on the ground Why can't I find my one and only Every time I turn around I find my heart in pieces on the ground So so lonely I'm lookin for my one and only Every time I turn around I find my heart in pieces on the ground |
|||||
|
|
4:56 |
|
||
|
from Twista - Kamikaze [Explicit Version] (2004)
One Last Time
[VERSE 1] You don't wanna see these murder guys Princess cuts hurt ya eyes Got the chicks that work them thighs Pull the top back on the prowler Like the car ain't circumcised Burglarize hoes Leave ya eyes closed Bricks in my truck while I ride slow Smoke yo fire dro No repercussions He was disgusting Turn my volume under ten To keep my speakers from busting If them people come rushin Can't say I froze Won't open the doors Bout time they caught up I done exposed of my outer clothes Car in the garage I say good God My day was hard Call two freaks up for the m閚age trois Parlaying hard Sade was suave When we was screwing Sheets was ruin If beef is brewing I'mma put slugs deep into Money they be pursuing The nerve of these jealous bastards fo hatin Master my patience Them custom wood grain caskets is waitin Passion for satin They must have Gave them a blood bath Had to show them who really holdin shit down wit they tuff ass We alias They wishin they be us Cant three eighty us Cause we'll wreck everything within a ten-block radius When ya see me betta speak with love Or leak some blood I got connections with all type of BM, Chiefs, and GOVS Deeply plugged who gotta retire from crime Bout to hit that big lick So we gonna pull it [CHORUS] One last time I got some good news man Some good news We gone come up if we just make this quick move Lay it all on the line Hit'em in the body and da dome Left the after party wit the chrome Come up wit a milly Soon as everybody know that I'm gone Cause I made it mama your son he's a success Now you ain't got no reason to stress Gotta keep it Gangsta Cause I'ma Hustla Do it like a balla Cause I'ma a mobsta [VERSE 2] Cause it only takes a second to pop me a snitch Call up my connection and cop me a brick And he sent a chezovoceian chick She was actin cocky and shit She like watchin blow at the hotel Wit big dreams to never stop being rich And she wasn't too sloppy wit dick Said when she get on she was gonna cop me a six Platinum blue spreewell shoes Detail smooth On some Mickey and malery me and my female crews Type of demo what's the beno I gave her two six plus ten four That's twelve five for the brick And five hundred for the plane and limo Plain and simple called my guy and told'em thanks and send more Meditating plot on my lick when I smell them frankensen blow Do my thugdizle I ain't scared of this Fly ya head like peagus Bloody up that necklace Hoe I'ma Aries Them terrorist fucked up the lick when sendin chicks on the plane Put a major glitch in the game But I'm get me them thangs As I come wit new ways to travel watch my shorties get on em Comin back wit pound and packages wit the scorpions on them Of course we been on them Niggaz know they two for forty and want'em I done seen truck load wit more keys than accordion And you think I'm past up that quick fast dust let me mask up That ain't a fast truck Get yo ass stuffed [CHORUS] [VERSE 3] I spit words that be gangsta shit Make hustla tip and ballers rich Hatters sick mobsta hitz I'm the shit You can't see me visit the optometrist Cars I flip unorthodox like Dr. Bonovich Prada lic but nigga got whooped Should of seen shit was funny My old connection he got reason to gun me I know he took the money Even if I probably wrong Turn down the volume Shoot him on plastic to lay his body on Fuckin marcon Two to the caveza Pincha puto That ring on your pinky was too cold Got pinch for two O's And a half brick my staff is sick Had him confess like a catholic Always thought things was funny now you don't laugh at shit Stupid bastard bitch Never fuck wit Twista, Turtle Banxxs, and Stokes Coming up dro flowin slangin dope I tried to chill but when I see a lic to make the world mine On the love I think I got to pull it [Chorus] |
|||||
|
|
4:56 |
|
||
|
from Twista - Kamikaze [Edited Version] (2004)
[VERSE 1] You don't wanna see these murder guys Princess cuts hurt ya eyes Got the chicks that work them thighs Pull the top back on the prowler Like the car ain't circumcised Burglarize hoes Leave ya eyes closed Bricks in my truck while I ride slow Smoke yo fire dro No repercussions He was disgusting Turn my volume under ten To keep my speakers from busting If them people come rushin Can't say I froze Won't open the doors Bout time they caught up I done exposed of my outer clothes Car in the garage I say good God My day was hard Call two freaks up for the m閚age trois Parlaying hard Sade was suave When we was screwing Sheets was ruin If beef is brewing I'mma put slugs deep into Money they be pursuing The nerve of these jealous bastards fo hatin Master my patience Them custom wood grain caskets is waitin Passion for satin They must have Gave them a blood bath Had to show them who really holdin shit down wit they tuff ass We alias They wishin they be us Cant three eighty us Cause we'll wreck everything within a ten-block radius When ya see me betta speak with love Or leak some blood I got connections with all type of BM, Chiefs, and GOVS Deeply plugged who gotta retire from crime Bout to hit that big lick So we gonna pull it [CHORUS] One last time I got some good news man Some good news We gone come up if we just make this quick move Lay it all on the line Hit'em in the body and da dome Left the after party wit the chrome Come up wit a milly Soon as everybody know that I'm gone Cause I made it mama your son he's a success Now you ain't got no reason to stress Gotta keep it Gangsta Cause I'ma Hustla Do it like a balla Cause I'ma a mobsta [VERSE 2] Cause it only takes a second to pop me a snitch Call up my connection and cop me a brick And he sent a chezovoceian chick She was actin cocky and shit She like watchin blow at the hotel Wit big dreams to never stop being rich And she wasn't too sloppy wit dick Said when she get on she was gonna cop me a six Platinum blue spreewell shoes Detail smooth On some Mickey and malery me and my female crews Type of demo what's the beno I gave her two six plus ten four That's twelve five for the brick And five hundred for the plane and limo Plain and simple called my guy and told'em thanks and send more Meditating plot on my lick when I smell them frankensen blow Do my thugdizle I ain't scared of this Fly ya head like peagus Bloody up that necklace Hoe I'ma Aries Them terrorist fucked up the lick when sendin chicks on the plane Put a major glitch in the game But I'm get me them thangs As I come wit new ways to travel watch my shorties get on em Comin back wit pound and packages wit the scorpions on them Of course we been on them Niggaz know they two for forty and want'em I done seen truck load wit more keys than accordion And you think I'm past up that quick fast dust let me mask up That ain't a fast truck Get yo ass stuffed [CHORUS] [VERSE 3] I spit words that be gangsta shit Make hustla tip and ballers rich Hatters sick mobsta hitz I'm the shit You can't see me visit the optometrist Cars I flip unorthodox like Dr. Bonovich Prada lic but nigga got whooped Should of seen shit was funny My old connection he got reason to gun me I know he took the money Even if I probably wrong Turn down the volume Shoot him on plastic to lay his body on Fuckin marcon Two to the caveza Pincha puto That ring on your pinky was too cold Got pinch for two O's And a half brick my staff is sick Had him confess like a catholic Always thought things was funny now you don't laugh at shit Stupid bastard bitch Never fuck wit Twista, Turtle Banxxs, and Stokes Coming up dro flowin slangin dope I tried to chill but when I see a lic to make the world mine On the love I think I got to pull it [Chorus] |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - The Day After (2005) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - The Day After (2005) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Twista - Adrenaline Rush (1997) | |||||
|
|
3:54 |
|
||
|
from Twista - Kamikaze [Explicit Version] (2004)
Overnight Celebrity
(*talking*) Oh you didn't think we can it again Twista, Kanye West, from Po Pimping to Poppin Tags From Chunkiest to Slow Jamz, oh baby We can even make you a overnight celebrity Know what I'm saying, come on [Hook] Why don't we, play something these hoes'd like Drive whips, I know they like Twista, you told her right (I could make you a celebrity overnight) Give you ice, like Kobe right We sorta like Goldie right The way, we mode em right (I could make you a celebrity overnight) [Twista] Girl I see you, in them apple bottom jeans Chinchilla on your back, I wanna know your name Girl I'm Twista, I could blow your brains Put you in a chameleon, 0-4 Range Still sexy, when you smoke that flame Jerk you like a chicken, when you throw that thang She got me hotter than a oven, the way that she talk Switching to freaky, so I'm loving the way that she walk You looking good girl, you oughta be in pictures Listen to me, I see your career going sky high Taking you home to the crib, in the Chi And everytime I see your thighs, I cry when I drive by Watching you should be a thrill, got the fellas Hustling trying to get, steady screaming my-my-my-my Walk on the carpet, with the bells that flick in the dark Kicking it on the couch, at 106 & Park I can see your beauty, on the big screen I can see me freaking you, with whip cream I can see you on stage, at the awards With a dress better than Jennifer's, and doing big things Kick it with me, I can mold your life You looking good girl, show you right Dre told me, you the prototype I can make you a celebrity overnight [Hook - 2x] [Twista] You want fame, you can take that path Candlelights, when you take a bath You got, such a sensational ass I'ma get you Jimmy Chew, and Ma Baker bags I can cop her, a 2000 and 3 Make her smile, when she sees Spre's I can get you on cd's, and DVD's Take you to BB's, and PCBG I can get you in the places, to be into The people to know or show you things, sticker than to I wanna be your lover, undercover Don And protect you from others, don't ever let a brother pimp you If you want the style, you can rich your blood Y'all take a look at her, she got such an astonishing body I can see you in some Gucci, or Erika Vali And I bet she gon put a hurt on em, hard in the party And you know you kill em in the club, we go You was born to be a po', how you gon sticking fo' do's And I love you, cause you freaky with the dope clothes Drop it to the flo', let it go when you roll slow And I love it, when I hit it from the back And you get on top of me, and have a brother going oh-oh Girl I love, how you roll me right I can make you, a celebrity overnight [Hook] (*talking*) You see, see baby girl You see how you make a brother break down I just gotta ask you, what you need What you need from me, oh you wanna be a star Are you messing with the right one I can take you there, I can make sure You've got all the finest things Let me be your manager [Twista] Come here girl, I could see you bored Took you to the queen, that I see you for Take you shopping on sprees, in stores I'ma get you, to the MTV awards We about, to do a show tonight You looking good girl, show you right Take you places, I know you like I could make you a celebrity overnight Come here girl, you could hang if you bored We could do, plenty things plus more I'm about to have you, change in the stores I can even get you, to the Soul Train awards We about, to do a show tonight You looking good girl, show you right Take you places, I know you like I could make you a celebrity overnight |
|||||
|
|
3:54 |
|
||
|
from Twista - Kamikaze [Edited Version] (2004)
Oh you didn't think we can it again Twista, Kanye West, from Po Pimping to Poppin Tags From Chunkiest to Slow Jamz, oh baby We can even make you a overnight celebrity Know what I'm saying, come on Why don't we, play something these hoes'd like Drive whips, I know they like Twista, you told her right (I could make you a celebrity overnight) Give you ice, like Kobe right We sorta like Goldie right The way, we mode em right (I could make you a celebrity overnight) Girl I see you, in them apple bottom jeans Chinchilla on your back, I wanna know your name Girl I'm Twista, I could blow your brains Put you in a chameleon, 0-4 Range Still sexy, when you smoke that flame Jerk you like a chicken, when you throw that thang She got me hotter than a oven, the way that she talk Switching to freaky, so I'm loving the way that she walk You looking good girl, you oughta be in pictures Listen to me, I see your career going sky high Taking you home to the crib, in the Chi And everytime I see your thighs, I cry when I drive by Watching you should be a thrill, got the fellas Hustling trying to get, steady screaming my-my-my-my Walk on the carpet, with the bells that flick in the dark Kicking it on the couch, at 106 & Park I can see your beauty, on the big screen I can see me freaking you, with whip cream I can see you on stage, at the awards With a dress better than Jennifer's, and doing big things Kick it with me, I can mold your life You looking good girl, show you right Dre told me, you the prototype I can make you a celebrity overnight Why don't we, play something these hoes'd like Drive whips, I know they like Twista, you told her right (I could make you a celebrity overnight) Give you ice, like Kobe right We sorta like Goldie right The way, we mode em right (I could make you a celebrity overnight) Why don't we, play something these hoes'd like Drive whips, I know they like Twista, you told her right (I could make you a celebrity overnight) Give you ice, like Kobe right We sorta like Goldie right The way, we mode em right (I could make you a celebrity overnight) You want fame, you can take that path Candlelights, when you take a bath You got, such a sensational ass I'ma get you Jimmy Chew, and Ma Baker bags I can cop her, a 2000 and 3 Make her smile, when she sees Spre's I can get you on cd's, and DVD's Take you to BB's, and PCBG I can get you in the places, to be into The people to know or show you things, sticker than to I wanna be your lover, undercover Don And protect you from others, don't ever let a brother pimp you If you want the style, you can rich your blood Y'all take a look at her, she got such an astonishing body I can see you in some Gucci, or Erika Vali And I bet she gon put a hurt on em, hard in the party And you know you kill em in the club, we go You was born to be a po', how you gon sticking fo' do's And I love you, cause you freaky with the dope clothes Drop it to the flo', let it go when you roll slow And I love it, when I hit it from the back And you get on top of me, and have a brother going oh-oh Girl I love, how you roll me right I can make you, a celebrity overnight Why don't we, play something these hoes'd like Drive whips, I know they like Twista, you told her right (I could make you a celebrity overnight) Give you ice, like Kobe right We sorta like Goldie right The way, we mode em right (I could make you a celebrity overnight) You see, see baby girl You see how you make a brother break down I just gotta ask you, what you need What you need from me, oh you wanna be a star Are you messing with the right one I can take you there, I can make sure You've got all the finest things Let me be your manager Come here girl, I could see you bored Took you to the queen, that I see you for Take you shopping on sprees, in stores I'ma get you, to the MTV awards We about, to do a show tonight You looking good girl, show you right Take you places, I know you like I could make you a celebrity overnight Come here girl, you could hang if you bored We could do, plenty things plus more I'm about to have you, change in the stores I can even get you, to the Soul Train awards We about, to do a show tonight You looking good girl, show you right Take you places, I know you like I could make you a celebrity overnight - |
|||||
|
