Twista Album

(f/ Syleena Johnson)

{*explosion, people screaming, glass shatters*}
The day after... the day after...

"Are we on the air? Yes, we are live at the scene
of this tragic accident, where a car has ran into a building.
The person in the car was positively identified as rap star Twista.
Apparently, he went _Kamikaze_. The big question is,
will the rapper survive?"

[Syleena Johnson]
You're gonna make it, you're gonna make it
You got a right to survive, ohhh, you're gonna make it
You're gonna make it - you've gotta fiiiight

[Twista] + (S.J.)
Now it was a war it was like I was in Vietnam
But I kill 'em all, cause _Kamikaze_ was the bomb
Got a strap to my back and I ran in if I was a terrorist
Got 'em all scanned at this President's head everybody be calm
Die for my belief, but got out the rubbish because it
this cup of death, Death was not yet meant for me to drink from it
Thinkin how could I ever survive, I knew I was ready to ride
I even had C4 duct taped to my stomach but uhh
(You got a right to survive)
But you gotta have will and always be ready to come off the wall
They gon' be willin to test you and catch you if you talk the talk
But I'ma keep on with the struggle fuck leavin my body in chalk
(You're gonna make it)
Look at me now cause I'm standin on top of the globe (say what)
Makin big money for spittin my popular flow (say what)
Now look at the swagger of a platinum veteran servin 'em medicine
It's not a given to work cause I'm choppin them O's
Can't fuck with the swagger the haters just look at me nigh
I'm stickin them daggers in haters just look at them cry
The shit don't affact us effect us they wanna imagine
they take us lay 'em on the back, I'm makin 'em look at the sky
If I think they cool, I give 'em a dutch
If they break the rules, I give 'em a crutch
If they on the come up and I feel 'em I give 'em some dust
If they talkin shit I'ma bust at 'em and get 'em to hush
Get away clean, go high on the meter, I got the streetsweeper
A creeper believe I get deep as the word of a preacher (and I)
Lyrical retriever but good with them heaters
When I'm full of passion and fury like when you listen to Syleena (and I)
Went multi-platinum when I stepped on enemy grounds
Now bodies all over the world is fin' to be found
And _Kamikaze_ was successful now c'mon and feel _The Day After_
Twista done blew up and tore the whole industry down

[Syleena Johnson]
You're gonna make it, you're gonna make it
You got a right to survive, ohhh, you're gonna make it
You're gonna make it - you've gotta fiiiight
Ohhhhh yeah yeah yeah, yeahhhhh
You're gonna make it, if you believe it, you can get it

[Twista]
Twista, first time I kicked it off with "Adrenaline Rush"
Next album I kicked it off with "They Kill Us All"
This time, I'ma show you how to "Check That Hoe"
Check it out

Take a look at the way that I came
Hard times, long road, mean streets
Motherfuckers back up off me when they look at the way that I am
Put the bullet in your brain when I ride nigga
Got it out when you entered they don't fuck with the boss
If you disrespectin me I'm reposessin
like you catchin the holy ghost make him die like he touchin the cross
Now you spiritually commited suicide nigga
I got the power to get diamonds and riches and gold
Motherfuckers tried to get it with extortion
But I'm too vicious for blows and I'm checkin these bitches and hoes
Make a shower full of hollow point bullets rain on
For yo' death you got me lookin in my itinerary
If I ain't got scheduled to be dead where the men are buried
I think I can fit you another cemetary
Like a disciple of death I'm bringin pain on
I can see nobody playin me like I'm a punk
I'ma let you know off top if you come at me bogus
And there's more than one of y'all if I gotta stop I'ma dump
You done made me a murderer from the Westside
Haters come at smilin but really they wanna fuck up a nigga hustle
So I just get bubble smokin bubble when I try to just stay out of trouble
But some shit you can't let slide - you gotta check that hoe

[Chorus: Twista]
If a nigga come at you like a lame or big slander your name
Nigga you better go check that hoe, you better go check that hoe
Fuck that hoe - if a nigga come at you in the club
Talkin 'bout a bitch that you supposed to fuck
Nigga you better go check that hoe, you better go check that hoe
Fuck that hoe - you and somebody put in half and half
And he come back at you with twenty-five percent; then
you better go check that hoe, you better go check that hoe
Fuck that hoe - if you get played for a bird and some herb
All you got is your balls and your word
Nigga you better go check that hoe, you better go check that hoe
Fuck that hoe

[Twista]
I just wanted 'em to see what my CD was like
Hip-Hop is in a state as if it was a baby bein murdered
I just wanna feed in poetry breathin you life
I'm a black revolutionary in hip-hop
I just wanna hit the earth like a meteorite
Now droppin lyrical bombs upon the planet
And just get a little dust and word out on media hype
Fuck the drama I'm just campaignin Chi right
Niggaz feel like they position is better than mine
But I stay on a mission, I'm on the grind
Takin no prisoners I can see 'em gettin mo' cheddar than mine
How I flow make the dough get larger
Take over with an immaculate verbal assault
Just to do it the way I'm doin it, rollin how I'm rollin
Motherfuckers is gon' have to just go in the vault
Shit on niggaz in the oh-six Charger
When it come to titles you know that I'm holdin 'em
I've been down since the days of breakin on linoleum
'til Kanye preach and "Jesus Walks" right up at the podium
Now let me speak about the prophecy of Twista
Just when you thought you worse, I'm bringin you a hearse
I make you feel the heat and cold when I'm tellin the street scroll
I got you feelin the universe through the verse
The way I'm teachin it has got to be a scripture
So look at me like I'm a prophet on top of the game
Puttin money in my pocket for the way a nigga rock it
And I bet if I'ma cock it I'm poppin the thang
And if I ain't strapped then I gotta whup ass
So I take off my pinky ice; if a nigga come at me with some bullshit
or fuck me out of money I steal on him like Winky Wright
Hit you with the left hook fast - you better check that hoe

(f/ Johnny P)

[Johnny P ad lib croons for 15 seconds]

[Chorus: Johnny P]
Rollin down the street on some shiny twenty-fo's
Pullin up with chocolate fe's and redbonnnes (la la la la la)
Blowin on some 'dro while I spit my money flow
Pullin up with chocolate fe's and redbonnnes (honey no)
Rollin down the street on some shiny twenty-fo's
Pullin up with chocolate fe's and redbonnnes (chocolate fe's and redbones)
Blowin on some 'dro while I spit my money flow
Pullin up with chocolate fe's and redbonnnes (ohh yeah)

[Twista] + (Johnny P)
One two three
You ain't never seen no motherfucker pimp like me
Stay up in the street lookin for honies throwin money in the club
Chubby thug ballin in the white tee
Roll a Swisher up and take it to the head
Havin fantasies of havin me two bitches in the bed
Dark-skinned and light-skinned like Mike, both of 'em lookin right
Spectacular when I get up in them legs
Have you ever seen a light-skinned freak
Butter pecan or vanilla, nipples and her pussy pink
(Hazel-eyed jet black baby hair that'll hurt yo' hearrrrrrt)
Have you ever seen a dark-skinned freak
Sexy and chocolate when she droppin in, my African Queen
(When she starts what is she like a Hershey bar)
The three of us need to drive up to an exotic place
Where y'all can double up on me, take me to outer space
Or we can keep it ghetto while hang in the hood on the porch
And later on we can fuck in front of the fireplace
But for now I'm only dippin through the block
Expressin to you all of the feelings in my chest
Wishin I could find a couple of girls on what I'm on
So they could help me end my stress, until then I'm just

[Chorus] (w/ new ad libs)

[Twista] + (Johnny P)
Look at lil' red
Talkin jazzy at the mouth, cause she think she the shit
Thinkin everybody around supposed to bow down to her
cause she's bored, but she's still my bitch
Now come take a look at miss black
Always got an attitude, and she stay on the attack
Why you always wanna whup a nigga ass, tellin me I'm bogus
But I love you cause yo' ass so fat
So now I gotta pimp my ride
Custom material, computer, and chrome on the side
Paint job can make you look like butter rollin
but you ain't rollin unless you got some twenty-fo's on the ride
And the do' suicide
Niggaz hatin but the bitches on the dick when the do's go up
Let the enemies see it good
When the homies in the ride and the forks and the fo's go up
... steady bendin through the block, and I'm tryin to find a ho
(And I'm pullin up with somethin candy painted mayyyne)
Everybody call me Twista, representer for the city of the dough
(Standin out on Madisson screamin out ain't it mayyyne)
Hit 'em with the one two three

[Chorus] (w/ more different ad libs)

[Johnny P - repeat 2X to fade]
You know I love my chocolate fe's and my redbones
I still love my peanut butter and my caramel girls
I got love for my chocolate fe's and my redbones

Double x, 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

(f/ Pharell)

[ad libs for the first 14 seconds]

[Chorus: Twista] + (Pharrell)
You, you, you want the lavish crib and fancy cars
You want the face, on that Rolex shinin like the stars
Don't worry mayne, you could get it mayne
(If you look in the sky and you don't see your dream)
(Man don't feel defeated, cause trust me you can build it)

[Twista]
Now hear the words that I flow when I spit
I know shorties that be havin dreams of goin legit
But the hustle quicker so they cop a fo' on the split
Now they got enough money where they can go get a brick
It's on - ain't nuttin gon' stop us now
Gotta look at 24's while they watch us now
Spinners rollin up the block while they pump out noise
But they always get into it with the jump out boys
And why? Take a look at all the people that got dubs
You ain't legitimate, you out here servin them rocks up
I know you want the radio and screens to pop up
But we gotta get the money and try not to get locked up
Know the difference between real and fake
Different work is just like different real estate
Open your mind, you got more than the skill to take
Cause I know

[Chorus]

[Pharrell]
Uh, one time for my niggaz on the corner
With the burners on and with the fresh yams in they tube socks
Uh, two times for my niggaz with they hands in the air
Sayin a prayer cause the game left their dude shot
Yes - I know that puzzle
Niggaz at each other thinkin they will bust you
The bang is the same even if it's muffled
But the moment so loud when a dead man hug you
He's cold in your arms, but you ain't gon' be foldin your arms
You gon' be lowered in your arms
Cryin to open the jar, and to add injury to insult
You're smokin your life away
Look at me, big car big house big jewels
All that came out my backpack
You ain't gon' do it, it ain't gon' work, you ain't gon' prove it
Even though that hurt, I just skated past that
Look - everybody got dreams about ki's
Chains full of ice with S after the V's
Horse on the hood, a grill full with the B's
Dangling your feet in San Turin-y breeze
Make a virtual picture, and spin around
That ain't it, well fuck it nigga we get it down
Never try to grab your ankle nigga we'll kick 'em down
Focus up, we gotta hit it now
Bruh when your cell goes clink, that's when you forfeit
All them dreams, all that divorce it
You ain't even get to see new mansion and Porsche shit
This dedicated to my man up in Norfolk, locked up

[Chorus]

Ha ha... wait {*repeat 2X*}

My nigga open yo' mind, mind
Aren't you ready to go?
All of my fears inside, side
Let 'em blow like 'dro

[Twista]
Through the wisdom of a prism I see I don't wanna go to prison
I make the decision to get liver
Reminiscin as I take a listen to my nigga 'Pac
While I envision my "Ambitions Az a Ridah"
Listen to Pharrell spit to the track
Pull up in a burgundy Bentley with a bitch in the back
I get to the paper like a hyper get to the crack
I ain't speculatin homey I just stick to the facts, c'mon

If you wanna get the money and the status and the mob
Better ride when you roll with the crew
Take a listen for the bub hit the bud
When you hear this in the club then you know what to do
Look at the vision of a mack spittin crack on the track
Throw these stacks in the black Cadillac
Get it like Twista and Neptunes, I got your back
And know you

[Chorus]

Ha ha... wait {*repeat 2X*}

My nigga open yo' mind, mind
Aren't you ready to go?
All of my fears inside, side
Let 'em blow like 'dro

Ha ha... wait {*repeat 2X*}

(f/ Trey Songz)

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)
now 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 shai 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

(f/ Lil' Kim)

Man dawg, it's some bad bitches out here that'll ("make you do wrong")
Whoa... go on girl ("make you do wrong")
I know everybody gotta feel this
Yeah you got somebody at home
but this bad motherfucker right here gon' ("make you do wrong")

[Twista]
I could tell when I dropped the top
I nippled off on the block, I was gon' get into some bullshit
That's the reason why I watch for cops
And keep me two baby glocks, both of 'em loaded with a full clip
Still I gotta be on a mission for paper
But later on I'ma be hangin out with everybody
Never knew I shoulda been scared of the hottie
I got up with later on at the R. Kelly party
So I pull up the club in the Coupe
Look at how them jeans huggin the boots
Saw me ippy uppy icy as hell, f'rilla good smell
Have you ever seen a thug in a suit? Jackin bitches up
Socializin with everybody flirtin with girls but got plans to go home
'Til I felt the way you was backin up on the thang
Gettin down on the flo' I could see the top of the thong
She a (bad muh'fucker) she could bass a deuce
A fine-ass Medusa make your dick turn to stone
Take a look at the thong, get in the zone, took a shot of Patron
And I was gone, she a (bad muh'fucker)
Take a look at them hips, and how she lickin them lips
Like she was lickin ice cream
Ballin with a bad bitch that ain't yours on the scene
Listenin to some Al Green might ("make you do wrong")

[Chorus 2X: Twista] + {Lil' Kim}
That's a girl that you shouldn'ta fucked with
But she so seductive, got a nigga head gone
Now you know it ain't right, got a girl at home
But tonight she the type that'll ("make you do wrong")
{This nigga that you shouldn'ta fucked with}
{But he so seductive, had a bitch head gone}
{Now you know it ain't right, got a man at home}
{But tonight he the type that'll} ("make you do wrong")

[Lil' Kim]
I got the champagne and popped the top
And then unlocked the lock, the Queen 'bout to get her bang on
I don't know what I'ma tell my dawg
When he look up and realize that a bitch ain't came home
Shit, he about to be rockin it
Lookin sweeter than chocolate, he got the smell of a Reese's
Break a fella to pieces, it's a hell of a thesis
Adjustin his body with telekenesis
Got on top and then he knocked me off, until he was soft
Got in the car and dropped him off
Tryin to sink down as low as I can up in my seat
Cause I'm rollin in the Hummer and the top was off
My guy sleepin anyway and that's whassup
But I'm paranoid, drivin fast as fuck
Thinkin 'bout what I did, I try to sneak in the crib
Here come my man in the front, askin me what ("make you do wrong")

[Chorus]

[Twista]
I don't know what you talkin 'bout
Baby whyon'tcha go on back to sleep
I was at the police station, when you hangin in the club
wit'cha boys gettin drunk 20 deep it'll ("make you do wrong")

[Lil' Kim]
If you got up with a ho
Shoulda told the bitch use another douche
If you was at the police station, shoulda smelled like heist
But you comin in smellin like puss what'll ("make you do wrong")

[Twista]
Well I couldn't resist
Cause she was thick as hell and so cute
Steady comin at me, she was throwin it all on me
And I couldn't leave, she had a big dookie shoot, it'll ("make you do wrong")

[Lil' Kim]
Well I know what you talkin about
So we can do it like this
I'ma go and ride, you can do what you do
Cause I done met another brother with some bomb-ass .. it'll ("make you do
wrong")

[Intro: 2X]
Heartbeat, heartbeat, heartbeat, breathe nigga breathe

[Verse One]
Oh, Twista told you don't make him mad
You won't like me when I'm mad, I'm a motherfucking beast
Try nigga, imma ride nigga, you still alive nigga
Gon' die nigga, gon' drop, cause ain't no room at the top
Walk in the room like I'm 'Pac, bringing you doom when I rock
Its suicide nigga, blood stains nigga, nuts hang nigga
Bust them motherfuckers from my black, mustang nigga
Yes I shot them with the pound, got them with the rounds
Hollow point to lay his motherfucking body on the ground
Now you breathing and shacking cold, hoping that god don't take your soul
With two bitch straps and a vest is just the only way to roll
Now if you don't wanna die, then I suggest you better try
Breathe hard, hold on to your life, fight nigga

[Chorus: 2X]
Can you feel your, heartbeat?
You still got a, heartbeat
They can take away your, heartbeat
Be strong nigga, breathe nigga breathe
Can you feel your, heartbeat?
You still got a, heartbeat
They can take away your, heartbeat
Don't die nigga, breathe nigga breathe

[Verse Two]
A demon in the club, got them leaning in the club
Hit them with the screwed voice, I got her screaming in the club
Pull up on the sista, according to the scripture
I'ma break 'em off again, when I met them off in the twista
Shit, I'm coming with the pistol, when I gotta kill 'em up
Apocalyptic imma get 'em, when I hit 'em up
Fill his body up wit holes, and the terror that will follow
Will have a nigga hit the deck, when I send it up
Put the pipe to your dome, I don't give a fuck about right from wrong
I get in the club, a nigga be feeling so bold
But if a nigga talk shit, I'll go right for the chrome
Then when you come back, come and see me do it worse
I'ma shoot the vehicle up put your body in a hearse
Bring you back alive like the bullets was a curse
Making the drive or put the ride in reverse
Don't wanna die again better get up in the wind
Cuz a nigga kinda handy with the black four fin
Or I gotta hit him wit the millimeter nine or the rhyme
Either way it'll be a flat line

[Chorus: 2X]

[Outro]
You still alive nigga
You still alive nigga
You still alive nigga

[Intro]
Chi town balla k town nigga
Runnin through the streets with my hands on the trigga
And on the block smokin weed with hash
When I breeze pass
I'm bout to run through the game like I was steve nash

Naw naw T naw I feel that shit man but we gotta come with some of that
Origianal twista shit you know
Some of that chi town playa shit you know you know that old shit man lets
Kick that shit T
Alright I got ya cause

[Verse 1]
Take a look at my impala
Make 'em take a look at my chevy capris
Now take a look at my platinum bu500 benz rolling through the streets
In the city of the goals
Shit making money is the mission
I'ma glistenin killin off the competition
Steady tipping cause of how I be pimpin hoes
Now I know just how to treat 'em cause I need 'em
I don't really got to beat 'em so we cool
As long as they bring me my money
Got 'em walkin survin ass with a passion
While I'm talkin better never see you laughin
Know I gotta show 'em ain't a damn thing funny
Twista got game
Finna spit it to 'em hard
Get your dame
Put 'em on the boulivard
Now I got 'em in training with my bottom bitch
She can learn a lot a shit
Like how to get it on a stroll
Be in control and shit on the other hoes
And be able to get fedy for her daddy from a lot a tricks
But the thump bumpin speakers in the trunk
Cause a nigga have to cop a little some some
Leavin niggaz bodies slump when I let the thumpa dump
If I ever catch you fukin with the bump bump
Like a diamond I'm flawless
Aint no fucking with rawness
When you enter my vacinity better be cautious
If you into makin money step into my office
Makin hoes close shop
My flow caine got the block hot
Two for tens got me swoopin' through the city in the drop top
Screamin out I just don't give a fuck
I'm the truth in the booth from when you see me coming through with the crew
I make you do what I do
I'm a win for the city
For the chi till I die cause theres just no givin up

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I'm holdin down the game
What would you be hatin for
I'm a playa from the go with the shit that you've been waitin for
I'm holdion down the game
Show me how you get buck lil momma
You can make a buck the momma
Niggaz out here like to fuck lil momma

[Interlude]
Take a look at my japer
Now come look at the diamonds up in the ears
Now come take a look at the gators
Jumpers and 150 hat crocadile on the bib
And the ice on my charm
Man I'm no joke came up big in the 04
Now as fast I can kill 'em with the slow flow
Specially if I been smokin that hydrogen bomb

Shit man now thats what I'm talking about
Now thats that origianl twist right there man
Man but you know what man lets gon slow it down man
And take it down south houston style cause

[Verse 2]
Chi town balla
K town nigga
Runnin through the street with my hand on the trigga
And on the block smokin weed with hash when I breeze pass
I'm bout to run through this game like I was steve nash
Aint no fuckin with the twista when I toss words
Thats the 22 up against a moss berg
Feel the thump in your trunk from the fatty chacer
Alias auralius nigga call me gladiator
Spittin screw words at a screw pace
2 times stronger than them bitches call me screw face
You fuckin with a real ass nigga
Stuffin pockets tryin to make 'em bigger
Gotta let you know

[Chorus]

(feat. Jamie Foxx & Pharrell)

[Hook:]
Wanna get u home, home
Wanna get u home, home
Wanna get u home, home
Wanna get u home

Wanna get u home, home
Wanna get u home, home
Wanna get u home, home
I’m going home

[Chorus:]
U keep on talking all that shit up on ya 2-way and ya phoonnee
Girl, but when I get u home (hit it, hit it uh oh)
U and I alone (hit it, hit it uh oh)
And the house is (A A)
And the bed is (I I)
Bathroom is (O O)
And the kitchen is (U U)
When I get home
U and I alone

[1st Verse - Twista:]
Now come and tell me where u get dat from
Now Twista he out here messing with all da ladies
Ask what I wanna hit dat fo’
Cuz u sexy and I’m a balla baby
Ask me why I got a nasty mouth
U da one steady trippin wit da sassy mouth
But when get u into da apartment that’s when it get up and sparkin
And that’s when we let all da passion out
Like da way u walk in slow in da room
And smelling sweet as a rose
And looking good in da red thong
Looking thick as hell do it to me well
Got me sprung
And I know I got ya head gone
Either slow or faster girl
When I gone how u trippin is a disaster
When I step up to da tunes of da neptunes u wanna bring drama
And that’s when I gotta ask u girl why

[Chorus]

[2nd Verse - Twista:]
When u were sleep last night
After rubbin u down and making passionate love
I put on a pair of Air Force Ones, six figures of jewelry
And met my guyz at da club
Pulled up out front and we had to stunt
Homie was sittin’ on 26s
We about to do da dummy from da blow
Blow a little money steady in da scummy wit these bitches
That’s about when u stunt in da car
Tell my whole mothafuckas how I stunt at da bar
Cuz u startin trippin when u were in da crib sleep
But u don’t even need to get started at all
U know I’m in da V.I.P.
Lookin at all this ass and I’m finna to leave
I’m finna to cut u as soon as I’m out
But u steady u gotta gotta wit da mothafuckin drama
Girl shut up what da fuck is talkin about

[Chorus]

[3rd Verse - Pharrell:]
Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey
Girl don’t u worry about me fallin to sleep
Girl it’s early
I’ll kiss u up from ya head to feet don’t u worry
My appetite is no thin, sweet and nothin so curvy
I grab u like we don’t have all night
Even though it’s early
Trippin on me when I go to da mall
Trippin on me when I go to da club
Trippin on me when I kick it wit my boyz
U be trippin on me when I’m on da tour bus
U don’t trip when I getcha gone
U don’t trip when I getcha chrome
U be trippin on me when I’m away from u
But I bet u don’t trip when I get u home

[Hook]

[Chorus]

A A
I I
O O
U U

(f/ Mariah Carey)

Darkchild {*echoes for a bit while Mariah harmonizes*}

[Twista]
It's ya boy Twista, that girl Mariah
It's that fire

You know I like the way you kick it gurl
You know I like it when you in my world
C'mere lil' momma lemme freak yo' body
Then roll wit me in the Bentley white pearl
Girl you know you get me so erotic
Especially when I be sippin Hypnotiq
Got me feelin like I'm smokin on chronic
When we fuckin it be so exotic
Now I know that everything be on fire wit Mariah
And she know she be dealin with a baller
Hiccup ashes and meet me through the wire
Fulfullin desires like a Chi shot caller
Do you love how the Twista went at you (at you)
Do you love when I hit it from the back too (back too)
Let me feel how you hook up that one way
C'mon baby girl let me see what that do

[Hook: Mariah Carey]
I wish that we could, blow up the speakers
Over and over, {?} to C-cups
Forever, your lady, you act right, then maybe
Ain't nothin to talk about, with the music loud
So then what do you say

[Chorus 2X: Mariah Carey]
Ahhhh, hah hah, hah hahhh; come to be my one and only
Inside I been so lonely, (1) come hold me (2) console me
Ahhhh, hah hah, hah hahhh; wanna wrap myself around you
To {fuck} when baby you don't want to, come make me say

[Twista]
Now we pullin up out the garage
In the platinum blue I-nage
Me and you about to hit that club
To the bar so we can sip that bub
Both of us together we be the livest
If I had to break it down, how would I describe it
{Ahhhh, hah hah, hah hahhh}
We the type of couple that when we get up with each other
We get it crackin in the kitchen or the bedroom
It don't matter where we at, we be makin noise
So play the track, so the bass'll make your head boom
Break you off when you hold one leg up
And you know I like the way you put it on me
It's the East coast queen and the midwest mob boss
Shawty I'ma never leave you lonely

[Hook] + [Chorus]

[Twista]
Let me give it to you all night long
Let me give it to you through this song
Let me give it to you in the hallway
Let me give it to you on the balcony baby (that's right)
Give it to you on the East coast (East coast)
Give it to you on the West coast (West coast)
Give it to you down South
Let me give it to you in the midwest baby
Let me give it to you in the U.K.
Let me give it to you through the DJ
Let me give it to you in the rack or the back
I got you yankin the sac, that's how a freak play
Give it to you however you desire
And I gotta show you that I ain't a liar
I'ma console you even when you lonely
Come and listen to the Twista and Mariah

[Mariah Carey]
Soldier show a girl what it do (what it do)
I'll tell this boy a promise even {?}
You got my body lit up like the moon
Way too persuasive I can't take it I'm so caught up in you

[Chorus] - first repeat only

(f/ Snoop Dogg and Sleepy Eyed Jones)

[Chorus: Sleepy Eyed Jones]
And I just had to call ya
I know somethin there for you and me
Open up the door and you will see
I just had to call ya
If it's cool, girl I'm comin through
I got a couple things that we can do
I just had to call ya

[Twista]
Big T and I'm from Chicago
You know I gotta represent the city doe
A nigga fin' to shoot a new video
So I'm fin' to take a trip out to Cali yo
Took a flight, ten of us in a group
Hit the West coast, now I'm fuckin with Snoop
Told a few hoes to come up to the shoot
And she was lookin so cold pullin up in the Coupe
Pretty skin tone, a nigga got y'all
Soon as I took a look at them big brown eyes
Fat ass, my dick got hard
Soon as I took a look at the big brown thighs
Too sassy, bet you doin nasty
And I can tell it when I'm lookin at the way you walk
Thick lips, ready for suckin
And a nigga wanna fuck you when I listen to the way you talk
I'ma do it like this when I drop at you
Let you know that I'm the Twist' when I pop at you
Comin at you in the Mission Impossible
Let's go to Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles
Then as soon as we leave we gon' have to go and get naughty
Then when I come back {*chirrp*} (hello?) Whassup shawty?

[Chorus]

[Snoop Dogg]
Had to call you.. comin through..
Me and you.. I had to holla..
I'm 'bout to shoot through there right now, dig

Girl hook up the phone, pick it up quick
It's Snoop Dogg, you know you gotta get wit
the game that I spit, the way that I rip
Let's, go and do, this
Ride, ride, slip and slide
I'm comin by, let a nigga inside
What we gon' do, it's all upon you
What I say, what it do?
Do - no not you, you know I got to
And if you got me, then I got you
I'm a player, youse a player
We some players, so we should play a
game, do yo' thang
Ain't it mayne, turn the lights off
Hit the right spot {*oooh*}
Make me feel how I wanna feel
But it can't happen if you ain't real
Don't, you, play with me
Come and spend, the day with me
Everything is everything
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the dopest of 'em all
Gots to be Big Snoop Dogg
So pick up the phone and answer my call

[Chorus] - 2X

[Snoop Dogg]
How, long, has it been
Since you had that thang up in
They say Dogg you walk it too much
And you may think I'm talkin too much
But then again I reminisce
I miss that hug, I miss that kiss
I miss that love
Really cuz, I miss that bitch

[Twista]
And I love it when you hit that switch
Shorty tell me how you get that thick
Where the fuck did you get that fit
Come and fire the 'dro up let me hit that shit
That's right - had a nigga feelin so good
That when I had went home
I was thinkin 'bout you so hard
that I couldn't help but to pick up the phone

[Outro]
And I just had to call ya
I'm lovin how you look and how you smell
And you got a ass fat as hell
I just had to call ya
Girl I'm lovin what you do to me
You break me off and then put me to sleep
I just had to call ya
I got a couple things that we can do
Just let me know if I can come through
I just had to call ya
Cause you got a bomb on the 'dro

Yea!
Yea!
Mob [sounds like] city

Chorus part I
If you wanna come see me for a bag
I'm out here
If you wanna see that mean green Jag
I'm out here
If you wanna see me rollin' that Philly
I'm out here
If you talkin' like you comin' ta get me
I'm out here

Verse 1:
If you wanna see real niggaz around
I'm out here
Every day I put my life on the line
I'm out here
If a [blank] need a lick on some 'dro
I'm out here
I got weight and I [not sure of lyric]
I'm out here
On [something] old school hustlin', I came up from nothin' and uh,
The game so cold, my [blank] protectin me bro,
The streets is my tool, they buildin' my legacy, uh,
I made [blank] so what the F is you sweatin' me fuh?
I'm out here, F'in hoes and doin' shows!
I'm out here, poppin mo's and smokin' dro!
I'm out here, doin' me ballin' the F out!
Chris T of Easy G's, throwin' some dust out!

Chorus part I
+Chorus part II:
If you tell me that it ain't really hot
I'm out here
If you wanna see me out on the block
I'm out here
If you wanna see that old school Chevy
I'm out here
If you talkin' like you comin' ta get me
I'm out here

Verse 2:
[unintelligible] my windows up
Hit up my doors then
[blank] my pahtnaz and kidnap all of my hoes then
Make my money funny if I got it comin ta me.
Talk stupid to a N** when you run it ta me
If you don't want your grill, you don't want to live, you don't want your kids, you don't want your crib.
But that's exactly what you're losin', if you don't want it, better let the 'lac hear ya movin'!

Verse 3:
If you want to hear a real N shine
I'm out here
Need a pimp to control your body and mind?
I'm out here.
When you ready to go cook up this cake
I'm out here
Got a few hundred grams you want to shake?
I'm out here.

Mobsta Niggas spend that time on the grind
Sippin' Yak, slingin packs of the city's biggest dimes,
Yeah, you got a decent bag, but yo shit aint big as mine
If you get your game tight, umma have to rob you blind.
I'm from K-town, bitch, with different gangs on every block
And the way you wear your hat just might get your ass shot
The mobsters got the game on lock and the haters full of fear
Scared to ride through the hood, 'cause they know we out here.

Chorus part I
+Chorus part III:
When you see me pull that hood up...
Better get low! We 'bout to tear the fuckin 'hood up
Ballas and killas and gangstas
(What you runnin' from?)
Ballas and killas and gangstas
(Whatchu runnin from?)

Twista's verse:

[sounds like] Shoulda seen they face when I first [unintelligible] and got it to rock
I'm from K-town [blank] and I don't know shit but the block.
Gotta get that money so I don't care,
I'm posted up right here and I aint goin' nowhere, you gon' have to move me!
Twenty-thousand a week and I ain't hearin' nothin'
But since y'all is stackin' chips, [unintelligible] see 'dem police come cuffin'.
That's when I might have to hide out,
Or dip through the hood with the chrome and the wool when I pull that ride out...
Got a screen that slide out...

When the jump-out boys gone,
I'm out here
If you wanna get [blank] them blows
I'm out here
If you plottin' on a mission to get me
I'm out here
If you wanna see [sounds like]the Twista in your city
I'm out here

Chorus parts I, II, & III, III, end of song

[Chorus]
I'ma winner {*repeat 4X*}
("I'ma winner in bed")
I'ma winner {*repeat 4X*}
("I'ma winner in bed")
When I get you in the bed ("I'ma break 'em off")
Off a shot off Patron-ah ("All night long")
Takin yo' clothes off ("When I get you home")
When I pull the thang out ("The girls moan")
When I get you in the bed ("I'ma break 'em off")
Off a shot off Patron-ah ("All night long")
Takin yo' clothes off ("When I get you home")
When I pull the thang out...

[Twista]
Shorty when I saw your body
You was killin everything in the party
steady trippin while I'm sippin on Bacardi
Look at the fatty on the cute lil hottie
Let me whisper in your ear like Ying Yang
Let a nigga get a shot like King James
I hit it from the back and be the best
When it come to sex a motherfucker got a mean name
First I pull up in a Rolls
Then I get you up out them clothes
Strike a motherfuckin pose
Then I hit you in the hole with the soul pole
Do you like the way I suck them titties
Do you like it when you in my city
Do you like it when you giggle with the Twista
When I get you in the bed hoes be on flip

[Hook]
When I get you in the room I'ma ("Make you moan")
When I get you on the couch I'ma ("Make you moan")
Once I get you in the telly I'ma ("Make you moan")
I don't make you say ouch I'ma ("Make you moan")
When I get you in the Bentley I'ma ("Make you moan")
When I get you in the Benz I'ma ("Make you moan")
You be tellin all your friends how I ("Make you moan")
...
When I hit it from the back I'ma ("Make you moan")
When I hit it from the side I'ma ("Make you moan")
When I hit it from the front I'ma ("Make you moan")
If you fin' to take a ride I'ma ("Make you moan")
If you suck my {dick} I'ma ("Make you moan")
If I lick yo' {clit} I'ma ("Make you moan")
If I hit it like this I'ma ("Make you moan")
If you fuckin with the Twista girl you know that...

[Chorus]

[Twista]
Girl I bet you got a heart of fire
You make me wanna start a fire
Dish me the ass like Nash
I'ma go to the hole like Stoudamire
Fill it up if I'ma take it to the cup
If you feelin freaky take it in the butt
If you really wanna do somethin
Come an' deep throat me gul and take it to the nuts
I like the way you walk in Capris
You put a hurtin on all these fe's
Thick fat ass, make a nigga
wanna come up out the pocket with all these G's
When I tap it I can make you whine
When I tap it I can make you zone
When I tap it I can make you cry
If you want to I can take you home

[Hook] - sub "house" for "room"

[Chorus]

[Twista]
I like when you make that sound
I like how you take that down
I love the way you hit it a lil' bit harder
The way you make that frown
I like it when you backin it up on me
I like the way you ride it like a pony
I like the way you drippin it for daddy
Come and trickle it up on my homey
I like it when you trippin in the club
When you sip a little bub feelin good wit'cha homegirls
It's all the way queens dress nice
You be stricken off the ice, you can look but don't touch
I can make you feel good
when I'm freakin on yo' body and I get up in the womb
I'ma always love
bringin pressure to a girl 'til I get up in the tomb

[Hook]

(feat. Pitbull)

[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]