Lyrics:
Hey, you got me woke up,
The way you roll that
Sticky like oh God
Just let me coach ya
Show you 'bout my culture
It's the late night show like
Hey, you got me woke up,
The way you roll that
Sticky like oh God
Just let me coach ya
Show you 'bout my culture
It's the late night show like
pump
Knock wood, it's all good, thank god for vodka
'Cause wit my luck, I'll probably get shot by a stalker
Probably got a fanatic waiting upstairs in
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
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
turn around, grab you and stab you
Get executed, 'cause I'm a Luni, I got a Yukmouth
And it's polluted, I cock it back, then shoot it
I love snatchin'
you smoke one now,
They'll electrocute you to death
I got god on my intellect
Godzilla by the neck
When the nigga come through, who you wanna holla
Alright, let's give this a go
My face slashed up by reality
Changing everything and nothing
All I wanted was a calling
Now all I've got is a twisted
Livin' rough wearin' handcuffs
Like bracelets 25 to life he faced it
Got on the run and got wasted
Mad agony havin' me more vexed
Got me pullin' out TECS
think that it's insane To take a gun cock back and aim You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (You got that for me) You know you can't play me,
and I'll hit it all day
and if you got a hombre miha it's okay
I pulled up in the frente
scrape the back bumper
in a clean classic
in a mean 12 18 jacket
I’m a believer
You ain’t gotta' do no convincing
I know he did it
Wasn’t by myself he was with me
I’m a believer
I used to wanna come up missing
But
Now the taste of alcohol is filling up my bladder
What's the date and time it don't matter
Had a pocket full of phone numbers I was trying
Now the taste of alcohol is filling up my bladder
What's the date and time it don't matter
Had a pocket full of phone numbers I was trying
Ya'll got it twisted I don't do it for the loot
I do it for the love of the music in the booth
Not for the money and it's not for the fame
Not so
deadly virus
I throw on the cherries you know T got drip
I'm talkin' to ferries I'm takin a trip
Sparkin' up bowls, it's too excitin'
Someone grab rolls
glass
But it's constantly froze
Shattered to the brain got me feeling this way
And every day I wake got me feeling the same
I'm Pessimistic, I'm twisted
cant figure it out why I'm so
Caught up
Got me feelin it
Caught up
I dont know what it is
(But she's got me twisted)
But it seems she got me
Dame Dash still fuck with Jay-Z
Still, real still recognize real
I still feel it in the air we still kill at will
Now first Pac got got
Then Big
ain't got to tell nobody
You ain't got to tell nobody girl I'm
So dangerous
You ain't got to tell nobody
You ain't got to tell nobody girl I'm
Twisted
by a vow
Hold on, she calling quiet down
Now she saying
Baby be my one night I'ma put it on you
6 in the morning got me tryna call you
Got me twisted
to do it
You got yourself into it, you blew it
You egomaniac, I'm a brainiac
You came back with a stone cold plain attack
Your rhymes are weak-wack, how
in New O, pimp Creole
The bricks get white like Andy Griffin
By the way, Me and Pitbull doin' terrific
Still got the blow, gettin' the doe no Bisquick
oodles of noodles (woo)
And testing me is like pitbulls put up to poodles
My rap career goes back further than yo' father hairline
It's Ludacris
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