Tweakin' My Tweeters (feat. The Jai) [Censored]

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Christ Watts

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Tweakin' my tweeters
For deceivers and unbelievers that try to cheat us
While I'm Fist bumpin' pumpin' my beaters
Pump up my beaters
Why don't you
Pump up my beaters
Don't
Pump up my beaters
Know
Pump up my beaters
So
Tweakin' my tweeters
For deceivers and unbelievers that try to cheat us
While I'm Fist bumpin' pumpin' my beaters
Pump up my beaters
Why don't you
Pump up my beaters
Don't
Pump up my beaters
Know
Pump up my beaters
So
Up jumps tha boogie
These haters they try to push me
Push me until 'til I burst
And wet em up like that p***y
They soft so gushy
Hate to smoke em like kush
See looky besides the nookie
I'm gettin' money like a bookie
No rookie
Get rid of these haters like they was dookie
Take they cookies
They tried
But they a'int never f*****g shook me
Had to put 'em on they tushy
Or chop 'em like sushi
Give these brothers the blues
And I a'int talking bout Belushi
Split ya then I close ya
Fold ya then I roll ya
S***e ya like the d**a
Told ya
I'm a solider
Enclose ya in a hearse
When I spit out the verse
I'm in yo dome like turf
Boy ask yo self what it's worth
If ya mind has gone blank
Better sit and try to thank
Ain't the #1 rank
But my s**t don't stank
That means my rhymes ain't jank
That's why I'm stackin' bank
And doing what you can't
And ya'll you haters ain't
Tweakin' my tweeters
For deceivers and unbelievers that try to cheat us
While I'm Fist bumpin' pumpin' my beaters
Pump up my beaters
Why don't you
Pump up my beaters
Don't
Pump up my beaters
Know
Pump up my beaters
So
Tweakin' my tweeters
For deceivers and unbelievers that try to cheat us
While I'm Fist bumpin' pumpin' my beaters
Pump up my beaters
Why don't you
Pump up my beaters
Don't
Pump up my beaters
Know
Pump up my beaters
So
I hit the block
Dishing out my cure for the pain
I watch what I'm saying
These katz ain't living the same
I walk in the plain
Where KKK gutted and slain
We 3/5 of a human
We should be walking in shame
That's from the constitution
Where you pointing that blame
They stereotype
Paint the picture
And build you a frame
I'm sick of all the hype
And the idols and fame
I'm Christ the Christian
They put my name in vain
Put the target on me
Now that's where they aim
Carry the cross the traffic lane
Knee deep in the game
I'm gone off the brain
Now I'm down to my heart
Tearing apart my insides
Like where do I start
Can't tell me apart
From the black revolutionaries
Now I'm looking scary
To these white people everywhere
He's so terrorist
They so prejudice
Activist with the black fist
Holy not devilish
Tweakin' my tweeters
For deceivers and unbelievers that try to cheat us
While I'm Fist bumpin' pumpin' my beaters
Pump up my beaters
Why don't you
Pump up my beaters
Don't
Pump up my beaters
Know
Pump up my beaters
So
Tweakin' my tweeters
For deceivers and unbelievers that try to cheat us
While I'm Fist bumpin' pumpin' my beaters
Pump up my beaters
Why don't you
Pump up my beaters
Don't
Pump up my beaters
Know
Pump up my beaters
So
Tweakin' my tweeters
For deceivers and unbelievers that try to cheat us
While I'm Fist bumpin' pumpin' my beaters
Pump up my beaters
Why don't you
Pump up my beaters
Don't
Pump up my beaters
Know
Pump up my beaters
So
Tweakin' my tweeters
For deceivers and unbelievers that try to cheat us
While I'm Fist bumpin' pumpin' my beaters
Pump up my beaters
Why don't you
Pump up my beaters
Don't
Pump up my beaters
Know
Pump up my beaters
So
Pump up ya beaters
Pump up ya speakers
Readjust ya tweeters
Turn it up a meter
The teacher of the leaders
The keeper of the r****r
It's a cold world
So I keep the heaters
It's a cold world
So I keep a snow bunny
They don't know money
Like I know money
They talking young money
I'm talking old money
I want my restitution
Like b***h you owed money
A revolution is the resolution
You thought Barack was changing s**t
You going to h**l for being stupid
Stupid nice try but no cigar
Without that how the f**k am I gone roll with ya'll
God bless the dead
Man lucky ya'll
I clutch my lucky p***yfoot
And thank my lucky stars
I could be lost out in my youth
I could be f*****g off
Just pour my heart out in the booth
Just going f*****g hard
Tweakin' my tweeters
For deceivers and unbelievers that try to cheat us
While I'm Fist bumpin' pumpin' my beaters
Pump up my beaters
Why don't you
Pump up my beaters
Don't
Pump up my beaters
Know
Pump up my beaters
So
Tweakin' my tweeters
For deceivers and unbelievers that try to cheat us
While I'm Fist bumpin' pumpin' my beaters
Pump up my beaters
Why don't you
Pump up my beaters
Don't
Pump up my beaters
Know
Pump up my beaters
So
Tweakin' my tweeters
For deceivers and unbelievers that try to cheat us
While I'm Fist bumpin' pumpin' my beaters
Pump up my beaters
Why don't you
Pump up my beaters
Don't
Pump up my beaters
Know
Pump up my beaters
So
Tweakin' my tweeters
For deceivers and unbelievers that try to cheat us
While I'm Fist bumpin' pumpin' my beaters
Pump up my beaters
Why don't you
Pump up my beaters
Don't
Pump up my beaters
Know
Pump up my beaters
So

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