Police, we have a search warrant, freeze C'mon, c'mon, T-Pain, T-Pain, it's Twista Come this way, c'mon, we gotta creep fast, c'mon Watch as I hit it
That girl wanna give it up, right there That girl wanna give it up, right there That girl wanna give it up to Pharrell That girl wanna give it up to Terrell
[answering machine beeps] T whats up Joe? Ay man, what done happen man? Motha fuckas talkin bout you in the hospital and shit man What the fucks goin
Yea mobster, let's ride on them bitches It's time to go to war, niggard, you ready Don't want to see you wit no pistols If you ain?t ready to roll, niggard
Toxic China White Productions [Intro: Twista] Uhh, yeah, ay Sellin this here dope on these streets It's a seven day thang, knowhatI'mtalkinbout? We out
Pimp like me, pimp like me, work the bitch [8X] [Intro: Twista] It's a tight Mike production Yeah, it's Twista y'all Straight from the Chi, reppin the
Pimp like me, pimp like me, work the bitch Pimp like me, pimp like me, work the bitch Pimp like me, pimp like me, work the bitch Pimp like me, pimp like
Whip game proper, whip game proper You know my whip game proper, whip prop, proper You know my whip game proper, whip game proper You kn' a package on
Let me take you to the wicked wicked Westside Where them niggaz carry chrome and the best die Where we push up in the corners that we fight for City from
CHORUS [x2]: I aint that nigga?I jus thought I?d let chu kno?when im rollin with a black Fo? Fo??I aint that nigga. VERSE: Naww I aint a gangsta,but
Some Guy: Wonder what Twista would be doin' man, if he wasn't rappin'? Twista: It's a beautiful day for racing, and we have four beautiful horses,
Kell's and Twist' uh Girl, it ain't no other way to describe you Your momma raised you right Yeah, I like that, it's like Sittin' here in love rehab,
N-n-nonstop My wrist and my wrist and my wrist and my wrist And my wrist stay Rocky like Sly Stallone And my wrist stay Rocky like Sly Stallone And,
, instead of 'caine I took a blunt off to the head (So tell me what it said) Retaliate with lethal repercussion, I feel the reefer rushing To go into
I counted 200 Gs, I cocked my strap and slept tight (At the gold rush, at the gold rush at the gold rush, at the gold rush at the, at the, at the)
When the ebbing tide retreats Along the rocky shoreline It leaves a trail of tidal pools In a short lived galaxy Each microcosmic planet A complete society
There is unrest in the forest There is trouble with the trees For the maples want more sunlight And the oaks ignore their pleas The trouble with the
We are secrets to each other Each one's life a novel no one else has read Even joined in bonds of love We're linked to one another by such slender threads