Twista

[fox69]

"Drinks"
(feat. Highbeam)

"Drinks"
(feat. Highbeam)



[Intro]
This is for my ladies,
Sexy like champagne Glass,
You what I'm talking about,
A reflection of a Pena Colada,
Listen up…
[Verse 1]
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 tha bar,
So let me quench my thirst wit you and a friend
Instead of the juice and gin,
Why don't I pour out the drink and you hop in,
Glass full of ass for a true mutha fucka,
Wit that that turquoise Coogi on,
You remind me of a blue mutha fucka,
Your friend was sexy when I seen her in prada,
But I think Gina was hotta,
Cause her skin tone was like a Pina colada,
I saw two Japanese chicks that got bodies,
So I ordered them a mi tia and hot saki,
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 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 bubble and choose and try to figure out,
[Chorus]
What's my favorite drink,
Girl can I sip on you,
Sip on, [4x]
What's my favorite drink,
[Verse 2]
Know not to bring no Cosmopolitan asses,
I like the one that makes your face drop like a Neapolitan masta,
No telling what these thick bitches would do,
Reminiscent of a big old picture of Bo,
But hit cha like a slow screw,
Dip in a strip a club in LA wit a bankroll,
Where the weather aint cold,
So I can see some hoes slide down a poll,
I met two dancers named Moet and crystal,
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 Remy Red,
Wit skinny legs,
Both of them game to give me head,
Wit a little bit absolute vodka fo they homie Tasha,
Tell her to come closa,
So yall three can give me a Sammy Sosa,
If I was mayor I would campaign ass,
Politician wit women swimming around the champagne glass,
Drunk so much I might earl in the sink,
And if you ask me why,
I couldn't figure out,
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
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 cup,
And have a toast wit King Boo,
And celebrating the fact that you thick as fuck,
I holla Church cause its pimps in tha party,
Let me sip on ya body,
Get a good buzz of ya like you lemon Bacardi,
Or a long Island havin sex on da beach,
Or in tha Llac sunroof let back wit a tech on tha seat,
Got a red bone I call her strawberry Daiquiri,
Bring her back fo may,
Carry packs fo may,
Had her suck off my facultay,
Got a little mamma name Mimi,
Who remind me of martini and Asti spamanti,
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]
Hennesy mixed wit some of that Alize,
Gimme a shot of that remy,
and a whole lot of tanguray,
keep it comin wit that cognac,
pop tha 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 ice tea,
hook me up a apple martini,
all these dinks on me,
I want to have a sex on the beach,
How about a gin and juice for me,
So put away ya money G,
All these drinks on me,

 

[fox69]

"Emotions"
(feat. Johnny P)

"Emotions"
(feat. Johnny P)



[Johnny P] Let me play with your emotions

[Verse One: Twista]

Well a motherfucker could never control me, only squeeze me and hold me
That's what the hoe came up and told me
Now is she bold G? But in my mouth is where the gold be
Cause I be pimpin her like Goldie
Gotta get paid in this age my fingers ain't made
just to be choppin up confetti with, if it's already thick
you better study nigga if you ain't with it you can get it
cause I ain't even on that petty shit
So who the fuck do I competi with?
The rhythm I kick, is like a rhythmly-wicked-arith-a-metic
Pick em up quick and then give em the dick, thinkin I'm innocent
They up in the mall shoppin for me pickin a fit
I got them heffer's nose red
and when we get in the bed, I be leavin em with rose legs
Stuffin that made em wanna pose dead
but you already got em until you get up in them hoes head
I don't mean to sound bogus or nothin
but it's the bomb when I be havin them cuties thinkin
I'm in love with em, when I'm rubbin em
Be gettin pub with em, in a club with em
Smokin dub with em, huggin em, freakin in the tub with em
After gettin paid from her she ain't trippin
cause she know she got what she paid for
She honor my name, I gotta tame, here it go
Now we speakin with the game on ways to make mo'

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

[Johnny P in background:] let me playyyyy, with your emotions
(Let me play with your) emotions hoe
To the rhythm of a hi-hat, take a puff and lie back
Let me stimulate your mind, body and soul, I know you want to try that
Now motherfucker can you buy that...
Tell me baby can you buy that
I got you under my complete control, you know it's worth more than
diamonds and gold, now don't be bogus and deny that

[Verse Two: Twista]

Now how the fuck you gon' act hoe, I saw you creepin out the back do'
What you runnin from a mack fo'? Lay you on your back slow
cause you know I got you with my lasso
Blow your mind like a afroCome and take a glimpse of the stairs
it's the aroma of a pimp in the air, I betcha notice the smell
It's like a lotus when I flow dis, cause my eyes be the lowest
if you didn't notice then you bogus as hell
I'm puttin women under my spell, like I'm up in their brain
pumpin their vein with game for the anatomy that's feminine
They're fillin em up with adrenaline, got em geekin
we're speakin approachin up a pimp like a gentleman
Submission is surrenderin, it ain't no endin if it's on
with a blunt from the bomb side
In the right place, with the right mind and the right line
you can get a lifetime contract
They be wise until they look into your eyes
a shorty freaked when she spotted mine
Took her over to my crib, lay low, hit her off from behind
then she signed on the dotted-line, the hoe was like
"Oooohh Daddy... why you doin me like this?
I'd do anything to be with you, you got me gone in the head"
Ya mind, I don't mean to make a disaster up
like my Dad to master love
But if a motherfucker breakin you for every penny you earn
then how could you still show the bastard love?
I guess it's cause I'm cold, shit
Thought you was gon' be spendin me I betcha think you sho' did
but game recognize game, now you lame in the brain
Stupid bitch that's what you get for tryin to gold dig, now

[Chorus]

Yeah, this be Hype, the Verbal Tantrum
Kickin it with my man Twista
If you should suck my soul
I should make your funky emotions
Nothin is good unless you play with it
Play with me baby

[Verse Three: Twista]

I know you think it's blasphemy
but won't you give up when she ask for me? After he passed the beat
Since you said I was your Magesty, I had to see
and when you get paid, there is some cash for me, is it a tragedy
that I can get her so gone, the hoe be trippin talkin up her love a lot
But the only love I got, is when I'm grippin like I wanna hug the Glock
or when I rub the twat, or pickin up a dub at spots
Fuck the hoe thugs, the clubs, and the phony perpetrators with dimes
The speed knots match voo-Do or Die, Psycho Drama, Crucial Conflict
Be pimpin with em gators and dons, collect the papers and dolls
Player haters remarks will get smoked to a blunt dust
Sso keep walkin the next time you hear grown folks talkin
motherfuckers betta shut the fuck up, cause we make the women suck up
You insist to be trippin while we be gamin like Don Juan
What up the filet minion, the grey poupon
them hoes are staked to charm, because we make the bomb
Now I don't mean no harm, but either come on in or get on gone
and let me pull my pouch of snuff
In between your thighs, come take a pull and vibe
and let your tongue go coastin low, now

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Emotions (Remix)"
(feat. Johnny P)

"Emotions (Remix)"
(feat. Johnny P)



[Johnny P]
I can get inside your head
all day everyday, and play with your emotions..
Let me get inside your head
all day, everyday, and play with your emotions..

[Twista over P in background]
Huh.. yeah it's Twista again y'know
These females be trippin me out y'know?
Certain stuff they be sayin
Like this other female she came up to me
(This other female she came up to me)
She said a little somethin like this
(She said a little somethin like this)

[Twista]
I thought you love me though? Now how you gonna be wrong
just cuz you know you got me gone in the head?
You be twistin with the lovely flow, but whatchu actin all ugly fo'?
Left me alone in the bed
Where you goin cause I'm not done, cool til you got some
Trippin when I got sprung, but you ain't fly love
You da shit but your petty money can't but love
Is that what I does? My reply was, you know why cuz
I could tell you was prone-to-bone niggaz I hang around
But the reefer I was zonin on, make me the one you freakin on da mo'
from how I lay you down
Now you trippin cause I'm not attached, hangin with a lot of rats
Her concerned whether I'ma act
Now you the momma mack, comin back with a lot of scratch
Go on witcha bad ass, but I gotta catch
I done peeped the way you look into my nigga's eyes
I done recognized that I won't be hypnotized
Criticized, no more inner cries, now I'm ener-gized
with my eyes on the prize just a flick of thighs
I can't let nobody ride with me that'll lie to me
Smokin stanky up and play with me the way you do
And you trippin cause I played you too? Sho' you right
Take the whole thing in stride like the way I do
and let me play with your emotions slow

[Chorus: Johnny P, Twista]

I can get inside you head
All day, everyday, and play with your emotions
[T] Let me play with your emotions slow
to the rhythm of a kick-drum, take a body get sprung
Let me stimulate your mind, body, and soul
You know I got a quick tongue, so if you want some get some
Let me get inside your head
Everyday, all day, and play with your emotions
[T] Let me play with your emotions slow
to the rhythm of a kick-drum, take a body get sprung
Let me stimulate your mind, body, and soul
You know I got a quick tongue, so if you want some get some

[Twista]
Now tell me how you gon' act though? I saw you creepin out the backdo'
Whatchu run up on my mack fo'?
Lay you on your back slow cause you know I got you with my lasso
Blow your mind like an afro
Come and take a glimpse of the stairs
It's the aroma of a pimp in the air, I bet you notice the smell
It's like a lotus when I flow this, cause my eyes be the lowest
If you didn't notice, then you bogus as hell
I'm puttin woman under my spell, lock them up in the brain
Pimpin her vain with games with the anatomy that's feminine
Then fillin them up "Adrenaline"
Got 'em geekin we're speakin approachin up a pimp like a gentleman
Submission and surrenderin and ain't no end in it
if it's on with a blunt from my bomb sack
In the right place with the right mind and the right line
you can get a lifetime contract
Then be wise until I look into your eyes
Now shorty freaked when she spotted mine
Took her over to my crib laid low hit it raw from behind
then she signed on the dotted line, and she was like..
(Ooh daddy.. don't make me feel like this..
I don't want nobody else, you got the bomb!)
Your mind I don't mean to make a disaster of
like when daddy mastered love
But if a bogus brother breakin you for every penny you earn
then how could you still show the bastard love?
I guess I'm with a cold clique
Thought you was gon' be spendin me? I bet you think you sho' did
But game recognize game now you lame in the brain stupid trick
That's what you get for tryin to gold-dig
Now let me play with your emotions slow

[Chorus]

[Twista]
Whassup girl? It's the Twista and the Verbal Tantrum once again
with a sack big enough for me and a friend
You do know how to roll B's don't you?
Well let's fill one up with a dub and a little bit of love
And take it to the head
for some of this long-lastin blunt passion

[Twista]
I know you think it's blasphemy
but won't you show my boys and pass for me, after he past the B?
Since you said I was your majesty, I had to see
and when you get paid then push some cash to me
Is it a tragedy, that I can get her so gone
that she be trippin talkin up "I love a lot"
But the only love I got, is when I grip a mic
or when I hug the glock or when I rub the twat
I'm pickin up a dub in spots, skip the studs in the clubs
and the phony perpetrators with jobs
The Speedknot, Psycho Drama shocked the world
Triple Dark, there's a Conflict, be pimpin 'em with gators n darts
Collectin papers n gobs
Playa haters remarks'll get smoked to a blunt dust
So keep walkin and next time you hear grown folks talkin
other people better shut the (fuck) up
Cause I make the women suck up
You insist to be trippin when we be gamin like Don Juan
Without the filet mignon and Grey Poupon
The thieves just ain't the charm because I made the bomb?
Now I don't mean no harm; but either come on in or get on gone
Now watch me live a kosher flow
In between your thighs come take a pull and divide
but let your tongue go coastin low
Now let me play with your emotions slow

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Ferocious"

"Ferocious"


[Verse 1]
I be the grossest, nigga spitting dirt about the hood, then that go with the flow that's ferocious
Kill 'em off with the minimal dosage, you don't wanna see the result of my ultimatum when I focus
And I got the streets on lock, Muthafuckas feast on Twist like they feast on Pac, I'm a beast and the beats don't stop
Twista and the Legendary Traxter and we so hot
Kill 'em off if we ever get into it in a minute I'mma murder em and put 'em in a body like ain't nothing they can do about it
Dump 'em in the streets you'll never know it was get money that was in the controversy cause I off whoever knew about it
Take it up another level when im off of tropical, the reason I went overdosing off my mentality
Phys-i-cally I be from the inner city yeah the Windy City but I'm spiritually from another galaxy
And I be... one of them... niggas that... never do... give a fuck... what you say as long as Ima get em up
Witness that I fly, look at the way I kick back, niggas in the Chi guest you can say I spit that
Devin Hester, D. Rose, never see me at a show with cheap clothes, take over the game no cheat code
I'ma ball like Shaq no free throws, I'm on...
When it be coming to this rap shit I'm top shotta
Midwest godfather, hotter than the city like Bambaataa
And I'ma damn problem, a speedknot mobsta
Blowing on the top ganja
Everything I wear cost top dollar

[Hook]
If your on what im on come fuck with me
If your about getting money come fuck with me
If you blowing on loud come fuck with me
If you need a new style come fuck with me

[Verse 2]
I am the Higgs' boson
Blast and the raft lance vic with voltons
Come on write that over more gigs and role bombs
Make you have to hold your kids in your arms
Got you the remedy we stand the test of time like ima the statue of liberty
And ima bringing the wrath of my enemy and I am immortal when im in a portal
Full of math than chemistry
Telling you that ima get em when I see you coming with the rhetoric
That let me know that you want to get annihilated
I am at the pinnacle when on the beat I leave a enemy at the back of me and anybody violated
Put em at the bottom of the barrel ima animal I kill em with the ammunition
There ain't gonna be no murdering me
Coming to the surfaces of the earth ain't no purposes in rukus, worth of a person holding hundred million money for me
Protons, neutrons, electrons
Building blocks to a decepticon
You just met with tron
Don't upset lebron
Kobe Wan Kenobi
Left hand ima black ginobili
Shoot em no more monetarily death and holy matrimony
Shit on muthafuckas if I ever catch em acting phony
When it be coming to this rap shit im top shotta
Mid-west god father, hotter in the city like bambaataa
And ima damn problem, a speedknot mobstaz
Blowing on the top ganja
Everything I wear cost top Doller

[Hook]
If your on what im on come fuck with me
If your about getting money come fuck with me
If you blowing on loud come fuck with me
If you need a new style come fuck with me

 

[fox69]

"Fire"
(feat. Lil Boosie)

"Fire"
(feat. Lil Boosie)



Now I know it's been a long time since a muthafucka done made a good song about reefa
And who better for you to handle this then a tidanamo with analys of the cannabis sativa
Go and get a pillow and a cigerillo if I know it's the killa I'm yellin roll one up joe
Open the backwood up trippin on me cause I was sloppy I better get fucked up though
I be smokin 4 diffrent kinds of kush its the best of me especially the purple and the og
But ya'll might call it the granddad rather safer and take a pull slowly
Eye lids low ain't no doubt about it that somebodys gon peep me
Go ahead and ride I think I'mma chill because I'm kinda sleepy
Me and my niggas in my crew will get into it now we be at odds hardly
Cause we smokin on a ounce of the ganja that bob marley
Me a rock to the reggae music whenever me feel the spliff workin
Kill off in any rudeboy if ya take away my herb its da earth sin.

[Chorus]
Smokin on dat fire (smokin on dat fire)
Puffin on dat dro (puffin on dat dro)
Kush weed gets me higher (kush weed gets me higher)
And da diesel get me blowed (and da diesel get me blowed) [x2]

Smell good, let me hit dat
Blow kush wit 8 Ball & Mjg
Smoke haze, I use to a seagal
Freeway put me on to da backwoods
And bleek introduced me to diesel
And snoop turned me on to the chronic,
Smokin it I was feelin bionic,
Lookin at me rollin a blunt and I'm huffin and puffin and I cant get enough of this stuff,
And I'm loosin my logic, you can smell all of my folicals and imma follow you cuz of da dro,
But if it aint, I'm call my autobile,i be gettin nothin but love cuz I be smokin da bud,
Its lookin like its from a high time auto particles I be grindin up wit da hash
And I put some on yo blunt if you come up wit da stash,
So take it to the head its a gift from coupe but if I share it wit a bitch,imma be fuckin her ass,
Stay havin sessions and my ends is plenty,
So when I'm smokin my friends is wit me,
Make em feel da slow breeze cuz I blow trees like da windy city,
Let me call up da weed man cuz if we out, then shit we on it,
Me and you can hook up and go get an ounce and I got 250 on it

Smokin on dat fire (smokin on dat fire)
Puffin on dat dro (puffin on dat dro)
Kush weed gets me higher (kush weed gets me higher)
And da diesel get me blowed (and da diesel get me blowed) [x2]

[Lil Boosie]
Im extra blowed, top floor, in the double tree in dis Chi-Town manner smokin dis kush shit back to back,
Got me rippin track to track, like Webbie say where dat real at, dat one hit and you feel that,
I know ima dog I done smoke train wreck aint done yet,
I'ma smoke til I hurt my chest, on da east coast they feed me man,
Kilt me wit dat diesel man, got me in new york eatin everything,
Dade county jamaican kush, stick to da bag (yeah) put my whole click on his ass,
Dont like to brag but I smoke, choke on the best of the best,
I be high as giraffe pussy when I'm up in the west,
I chopped and tired I'm so high, I then smoked dat pisscat,
Smell good let me hit dat, dats why michael phelps did dat?

Smokin on dat fire (smokin on dat fire)
Puffin on dat dro (puffin on dat dro)
Kush weed gets me higher (kush weed gets me higher)
And da diesel get me blowed (and da diesel get me blowed) [x2]
Smell good, let me hit dat

 

[fox69]

"Front Porch"
(feat. The Speedknot Mobstaz)

"Front Porch"
(feat. The Speedknot Mobstaz)



[Danny Boy]
On the porch, on the porch
Smokin reefa
Hmmm yeah

[Liffy Stokes]
I woke up early Saturday morning sick off Rhemy and brews
Wit a hang over from blues
Hurl on my clothes and shoes stomach on wooz
From this killer weed that's so fired it made your nose bleed
I had me so high, my brain was fried movin at slow speed
This thick bitch chose me and was stickin like liquor
She look to tight that bodies right my heart and mind was like "Dick her"
But wit my body aching from hurl sensation that's got me shaken
I swiftly took the number and passed on ass that was for the taken
I remember wakin up at the flat fucked up in the back
Checkin on my weed and scratch I damn near fell out the lat
I hit the sack to sleep it off woke up woozy and still smoking
Twista's wishes thinking about last night and the bitch that was scopin
Fuck it lets get 'em on I grabbed the phone "Girl call your friends"
Then I hit Twista and Maze and them bout the bitch in the Benz
Nigga push only cause I see them already been in the block
You know the lit niggas you'll find us in my favorite spot
And that's on

[Chorus 2x]
The front porch smoking reefa
The weed got 'em feelin umm hmm
On the front porch getting deeper
Ghetto love got 'em feelin, umm hmm yeah yeah

[Maze]
In the summer I hit the front porch wit a morning B
Sippin on the duce duce OZ
And I be killin me how many thick fees I see
Getting bubbly waitin for Stokes and T, I spit a little game at three
Tryin to talk up on the shoppin spree
Or a B of that stinky green free
Straight getting, to puff puff pass
and drive up my gas hittin all the hot blocks
Bumpin "Legit Ballers" to "Rock Y'all Spot"
Everybody know the shit 'bout to drop
See from Northbound to Ten Row in it go tryin to get they props
Pollutin the air wit squares, blunts, and tops
Settin up shops for lots comin back nots
Each and everyday of the week
the Mobsta Elites be on somebody porch dumpin heat
Bustin flows in the cipher getting deep
While we cheat something sweet to Legendary beats
'Till we reached our peak
Scummy aloud attractin crowds to the street
Then it's time to retreat grab something to eat
And head to the late front to get up wit some freaks
Wit a treat under the seat
For the cats who get the sudden urge and wanna try to jack
Cause when your pockets is fat
It seems like all the haters and hood-rats want to attack
And when the park close we hit the liquor store
for a box of Sitches and a fifth of Yak
South on the corner and get a few sacks
Or betta yet the whole pack so we can get back
On the

[Chorus]

[Twista]
One morning I
Woke up next to a choclate fee and a red bone
My dick was hard I started stroking and poking
After toppin I tell them to role the blunt
Cause on the front I hear them niggas steady smoking and jokin
I heard it's gonna be hot outside gotta get up and lay my clothes out
It's gonna be too many hoes out
Before my ladies rolled out I got 'em to clean up the whole house
Then I threw my fit on look in the mirror get on gone
"Nigga you looking dope because you got a knot"
Ain't no cruising up out the hop
I'm hangin by the spot cause I had to put the Lexus off up in the shop
But it's all to good it's a hood thang
Never too bogus notice the love on the block that nigga coolin
Aiming the radio out the window steady grooving
Tip by the corner store wit the indo steady movin
Niggas who flippin new 98's is steady cruising
Bumpin up the block flossin for the chicks cause they rich
But I ain't leavin off the front with the blunt
Set a switch just to pull in all the thickest btiches
At the crib I can't get caught wit heat
If it's some static I shall chalk and sweep
I go and get the B's up off but chief
"Come get me if the phone for me I'm at the party across the street"
I'm enjoying the breeze high degreez and no ease
Pockets be full of G's smoking B's hiding the fees
Making no enemies the po P's yellin out "Freeze"
Serving niggas wit ease staking cheese so nigga please
Tell me 'bout some ghetto love
Homies around smoking Newports 'till the brew drunk short
You can travel the world can't find a place like home
With a crib on the front with a skunk torch
Ain't nothing lie

 

[fox69]

"Frum Da Tip Of My Tongue"

"Frum Da Tip Of My Tongue"


[VERSE 1]
Droppin a flow like this be breakin the suckers
And rippin the rhythm and showin I'm bringin the feel of my tongue
And be makin em manifest that I be rockin the young
Flowin this style I be singin and bringin
It's breakin the people and go in the mind of a teen
Be makin em hear it and manifest up in him that I'm a star to become
Quick the lyrical style I'ma kick
You better catch the rhythm of it
Cause hip-hop is becomin complicated, never be left hung
Bringin a style like this kinda quick and crisp
A lyrical twist be comin from Chi-Town
I know that hip-hoppers all over will be stung

[CHORUS]
(How was the rhyme brung?)
Frum the tip of my tung [7X]
(How was the rhyme brung?)
Frum among the tip of my tung

[VERSE 2]
Rock the style of my second verse like that of my first
Be showin the hip-hop hypes my types of flowin, but not the best of T
From an imagination this was took, a mental crook
Stirring this up like a chef or cook
I hear them say give me the recipe
Breakin this off in the fashion of an erection of an adventurous style
That I'ma use to just confuse and smart people then go dumb
You say me style be wack cause y'all can't manifest what I be sayin
Think I'm a lyrical midget, watch me then say fee-fi-fo-fum
Flowin this like a veteran that I'm incredible is what they be stung by
When I'ma give in a flow of the funk I erect like a wee-wee
Then see me gee, we be DJ Jihad and T.T.
Steppin and then I'ma find a lyrical line that'll flow from me like peepee
Rockin and me stylin, rockin and me stylin, wildin
Them say me tracks be wack, I just sip them like them coco
Loco, a lyrical thing I sling and cling like Sing-Sing, merciless like Ming
Watch me come and stiff in em like a photo
Funky, funky, funky stylin, wildin
I'ma drop in a flow that breaks and takes a lyrical wiz to wax a funky scholar
Flowin a hyper type of song that I sung from the lung
Breakin em up in a snap, I think that I better thank Allah

[CHORUS]

[VERSE 3]
Face the lyrical rhythm of this lick I throw in a blister of a body
Breakin em up so quick that I can even bruise hair
Ryhthm will rock blocks and funky track drops
Don't wanna come in the door but when you're hearin this
Do I hear a 'knock-knock who's there'?
Twista breakin em off in a magical rhythmous manifestation of a lyrical racin
Chasin suckers that my funky rhythm elects
Wrote this, quote this, notice how I wreck
My funky hoocus pocus broke his neck

[CHORUS]

 

[fox69]

"Game Recognize Game"
(feat. Ms. Kane)

"Game Recognize Game"
(feat. Ms. Kane)



[Man talking]
Sup pimps? Pimps aint pimpin now that's why they got to get out the game
Women have mo' money than the pimp, aint that cold?
Hoe have mo' money than the pimp
Hoe have mo' money than the pimp
Amen, Amen
Hoe got mo' money than the pimp

[1st verse Twista]
Do a playa like Twista got game I do declare
All these niggas out here claimin they pimpin truly there
Like new rhymes I got to feel these hoes I'm in there like booty hair
That's my duty there
And I got a public announcement for all you mufuckas worldwide
Word to me shit for Keenbean all let her pimp a dream team
If you aint got paper your girl tight
You let that girl slide
If it was me she would have to be out straight humpin
Shit she would have to do something
I was pumpin big back in 96' I need a new lick
But I got on a handle that function Legit Ballin or nuthin
I got it down kinda like dreadlocks
Smackin like Red Fox
Strollin slow
Smokin dro
Could you ever tell me how these ladies out here coulda flow
Paper than a pimp that's the way the game go

[chorus 2x]
That's the way the game go
This shit done changed
Niggas done switched roles
Pimps aint got more money than the old hoes

[2nd verse Ms. Kane]
Hmm, hmm, hmm ,hmm
Guess the po pimp need him a hood rat
Cause a chick like me want a house on a hill can you buy that
Where my ride at
Its type come out 99' stats
Let my ins, stack while you still po pimpin up in a old Lac
You got to school me though
Got me everything down to my kings so you owe it to dough
Treat a trick like flow it to dough
Don't be ashamed if your game fall short for the love of this hoe
The name Cane and I'm lovin the dough
Nigga holla all night if your talking bout given me mo'
Got a song that'll make you fall like a body like a bottle of Glyphs on shape
When I'm touchin the toes
Got you touchin the moves hittin the store
Type of daddy getting dollars from the block ha
Bet you pimpin in the block bringin me gifts furs and rocks
Ban Prada out of stock ha
Motion competition locked on
Getting Twista NBA droppin hot ones
I'm a chick and gotta clock ones
Get yo' game tight
You found it vic then you pop one

[chorus]

[3rd verse Twista]
Steady pimpin in the cream dog
Sip on some Hen
Gimme the flame
Show me the bud
Now I'ma pull a call
But its difficult when these lames all call bout
"Baby girl I don't wanna break your heart"
Steady drinkin off
Takin her out
Pickin her up
Come up off in the club offerin love
And softenin up
Where you get that game from huh bruh?
You comin weak and cant be pimpin her on the daily and leavin the dubs
Baby know you a scrub
You gotta be more like the pimps in the industry
Much love to Eightball and MJG, Too-Short and Ice-T
Pimp C, Bump B, and Suga-free
Playa exact is what you couldn't be
Cause you a lame used to have game but shit done changed
Couldn't take the reign caught up by these busy dames
And I heard you let em' the 6 and the Range
If you cant mack don't attempt to
Cause all women aint lame
Matter fact the hoes pimp too
Ms. Kane will fuck around and pimp you
Coulda had control of her but they way you trick her she meant to
You the type of pimp that's strange yo'
Have your girl flip the script on you or beat you out yo' change dough
I hang low smoking the furry cango
While these sucks looking for love somewhere over the rainbow
Cause that's the way the game go

 

[fox69]

"Get It How You Live"

"Get It How You Live"


Double S, never less baby
Twista and Scott Storch in a dropped Porsche
That new shit, check it out

[Chorus: 2X]
My neck on bling, cris on chill
Standing on the corner steady, trying to make a mill
When it come to hustling, got to get it how you live
And I'm on the come up, so motherfuck how you feel

[Verse One]
My fingers on frost, ears on froze
Hanging at the club while hoes slide down the pole
Rolling with the Gs and the Foes and the Souls
With two bitches on my arms, sporting thousand dollar clothes
Looking kind of stunning, so the cameras on flick
Ain't no motherfuckers out here that can do it like this
On top of my game, and when a hater's all fall
Imma be smiling, revealing my grill from Paul Wall
Shake it for me bitch, let me see you get loose
Let me see you sipping on some shit that's 80 proof
Let me see if Imma let you get up in the 'lac
Bend over so I can see how Imma hit it from the back
I hustle wit the rhymes, but I'm better wit the keys
And I'm clubbin' wit the pees, I get cheddar wit the fees
I'm always on the hustle, so don't ask why I succeed
I got flows, I got dro, I got whatever u need

[Chorus: 2X]

[Verse Two]
Tires on shine, rims on gloss
When it come to mobbing, Imma motherfucking boss
I stay making paper, behind the mic and on the tipping
I ain't stingy wit the dust, the whole crew ride slick
Think you shitting on the nigga t, I doubt that
My flow will make your booty move, like a house track
Have 'em at the party screaming, "Get the doe", "Get the doe"
And if I ever go broke, I guarantee to bounce back
If beats was like a tipper, then my flow would play the cane
Got shit to make you float off the floor, like David Blaine
You rich because I spit it universal to the drums
And I circle with some guns, blow out purple out my lungs
I pimp and fuck a bitch, I don't need to buy her 'lacs
I be on the move, staying paid pushing Cadillacs
Investing in my raps, if I don't make a quarter back
I throw eight balls to my homies, on the corners like quarterbacks

[Chorus: 2X]

[Chorus2: 2X]
Let me break your back shawty, show me what u got shawty
We some motherfuking killers, Chicago made niggaz making figures

[Verse Three]
Teeth on bling, rolly on flick
Standing on the stage while I'm holding on my dick
Bout to spit a new verse off out the mobstaz new shit
Holla walla pop the colla on my new outfit
If you want war, you think you got rounds to come get me
I think you better go smoke a whole pound of that sticky
keep on talking that you're not hate around your committee
Imma dodge that nigga that put it down for the city

[Chorus: 4X]

 

[fox69]

"Get It Wet"
(feat. Ms. Kane)

"Get It Wet"
(feat. Ms. Kane)



[Verse 1]
Dear love I was thinking how I should be starting this
mean difference of ways still I can light you like an arsonist
put my heart in this particularly funny when we start to kiss, marvelous
How I see you in the cut chillin' with your homies gettin' fucked up
I got fantasies of you carrying me home
I hope you stayin'alone I'm into givin'pleasure echoin' rhythms of my manly moans
Don't be playin' me wrong I'm too grown for games,
mental manipulation ain't the occupation for the player you facing I'm strong
cause you see I don't be really quite coming on the same boldly and bodily fluids with every word that 'curs
Girl you deserve some herb and company to be with , fuck whoever you were gonna leave with
I'm the one you should see shit, I found some love like Adam and Eve shit
who you should be with your body I squeeze quick
Stick through the sheets are your arms and see don't be alarmed if I make you feel good all over
cause I be droppin the bomb that's cause I'm in the beyond even though niggas in the hood is all soldiers
You still gonna suffer the consequences defenseless thinkin about becoming my wife
if I rock you tonight you be the love of my life
cause I be huggin you like I'm huggin the mike, plus I'm the one that's rubbin' you right
And able to stick my tongue up in your navel and lick till you drop even though I like to hit the twat
I'm realizin' theres a variation of ways I can get you hot
I'm in to learnin' you so pick the spot, I'll get pleasure too but let me hush and let the lust get a check
I know you don't want me to hit it yet, but don't act like its a crime cause it hasn't been committed yet,
but baby won't you let me get it what? get it wet

[chorus:]
(get it wet)
gimme some tang and alize let me tickle your body, after the party we
can pleasure will you come let me
(get it wet)
let me saturate you body with honey and lick it up stick it up after
release and let it rupt' is it enough to
(get it wet)
try to marinate your mind whats up am I deserving deservin' your love?
Just cause we up in the club don't be bogus if you let me
(get it wet)
but you be the only one I be thinkin of gimme a hug you got me sprung in love

[verse 2 (Ms. Kane)]
Last time I heard you was playing with emotions and po' pimpin'
all up in the clubs smokin' doves fuckin' hella women
Now negro, what's your steelo you want to get with me though then add up them zeros and lo-dos
You ain't know weed leaves (huh?), pussy fees (what?), lex keys (damn!)
for Ms. Kane see a half is for my mommy fuck Tommy, he ain't trying to ask how I'm lookin'
smooth head got you right in the bed you need another lover like you need a hole in the head
Instead of all this talking let your tongue do the walkin' on down this clitoris
fuckin' with a wild hundreds bitch ain't that some shit guaranteed to get you wet
Simple kiss from p.t. lips it won't take a gang of gifts just to hit this
come take a little glimpse of these sweet hips
when that ass in the air cause an eclipse, on the freak shit
What you know about this slick clit, send you off on a thing when you feel this
bitch run from a virgin sup a 'burban get the derb 'n leave you hurting certain
Steady splurgin' when I'm servin', get you wetter than a Persian the X-rated version
I'm urgin' but I ain't thinkin' you can get it yet
but if you good in a minute you can get it what? get it wet

[chorus]

[verse 3]
M, m, m, m, got to be more careful don't hurt 'em girl you sexy when you mad
then again come hurt me baby with a splash aggression of nana I've never had
As I enter the scene with aroma fresh cologne all that carob on flamin' up trippin' while stanky roll on
herringbone on gettin' my pose on to the dome strong take a sip of liquor I'm on bone
Huggin you like I ain't seen you in so long what's up girl, I execute my unique approach who be the most
willin'to learn and try to be like I got some experience if you need a coach
Or we can ride tonight and kick it like the homies, who? only me and you
smoke b's up like a cigarette, till I can only see a silhouette and even though you won't admit it yet
I can tell in time you want me to eventually wanna let me get it what?
get it wet

[chorus]