Artist/Band:
Twista
Lyrics for Song: Emotions
Lyrics for Album: Adrenaline Rush [1997]
[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? right 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 its a ready dick you better be steady
lick cuz if you aint wid it you can get
cause I ain't even on that petty shit
So who the fuck you actin petty wid?
The lythm i kick is like the rhythm lyric of a-rith-em-etic
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 froze 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 for me 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 afro Come and take a glimpse and a stare
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
got em speakin of approachin a po pimp like a gentleman
Submission is surrenderin, it ain't no endin if it's on
with a blunt from the bomb sack
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 raw 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 of
like my daddy 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 wont you give my boy some ass for me i thought he passed the B?
since you said I was your Magesty, I had to see
and when you get paid, bring some cash to me is it a tragedy
that I can get her so gone, the hoe be trippin talkin about love alot
But the only love I got, is when I grip a mic or huggin a 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 crew, Do or Die, Psycho Drama, Crucial Conflict
Be pimpin with em gators and dobbs, collectin papers in gobs
Player haters remarks will get smoked to a blunt dust
so 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
without 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
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