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I can get inside your head |
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All day everyday, and play with your emotions.. |
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Let me get inside your head |
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All day, everyday, and play with your emotions.. |
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[twista over p in background] |
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Huh.. yeah it's twista again y'know |
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These females be trippin me out y'know? |
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Certain stuff they be sayin |
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Like this other female she came up to me |
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(this other female she came up to me) |
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She said a little somethin like this |
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(she said a little somethin like this) |
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[twista] |
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I thought you love me though? now how you gonna be wrong |
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Just cuz you know you got me gone in the head? |
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You be twistin with the lovely flow, but whatchu actin all ugly fo'? |
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Left me alone in the bed |
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Where you goin cause i'm not done, cool til you got some |
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Trippin when i got sprung, but you ain't fly love |
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You da shit but your petty money can't but love |
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Is that what i does? my reply was, you know why cuz |
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I could tell you was prone-to-bone niggaz i hang around |
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But the reefer i was zonin on, make me the one you freakin on da mo' |
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From how i lay you down |
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Now you trippin cause i'm not attached, hangin with a lot of rats |
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Her concerned whether i'ma act |
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Now you the momma mack, comin back with a lot of scratch |
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Go on witcha bad ass, but i gotta catch |
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I done peeped the way you look into my nigga's eyes |
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I done recognized that i won't be hypnotized |
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Criticized, no more inner cries, now i'm ener-gized |
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With my eyes on the prize just a flick of thighs |
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I can't let nobody ride with me that'll lie to me |
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Smokin stanky up and play with me the way you do |
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And you trippin cause i played you too? sho' you right |
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Take the whole thing in stride like the way i do |
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And let me play with your emotions slow |
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Chorus: johnny p, twista |
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I can get inside you head |
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All day, everyday, and play with your emotions |
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[t] let me play with your emotions slow |
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To the rhythm of a kick-drum, take a body get sprung |
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Let me stimulate your mind, body, and soul |
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You know i got a quick tongue, so if you want some get some |
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Let me get inside your head |
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Everyday, all day, and play with your emotions |
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[t] let me play with your emotions slow |
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To the rhythm of a kick-drum, take a body get sprung |
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Let me stimulate your mind, body, and soul |
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You know i got a quick tongue, so if you want some get some |
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[twista] |
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Now tell me how you gon' act though? i saw you creepin out the backdo' |
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Whatchu run up on my mack fo'? |
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Lay you on your back slow cause you know i got you with my lasso |
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Blow your mind like an afro |
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Come and take a glimpse of the stairs |
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It's the aroma of a pimp in the air, i bet you notice the smell |
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It's like a lotus when i flow this, cause my eyes be the lowest |
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If you didn't notice, then you bogus as hell |
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I'm puttin woman under my spell, lock them up in the brain |
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Pimpin her vain with games with the anatomy that's feminine |
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Then fillin them up "adrenaline" |
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Got 'em geekin we're speakin approachin up a pimp like a gentleman |
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Submission and surrenderin and ain't no end in it |
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If it's on with a blunt from my bomb sack |
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In the right place with the right mind and the right line |
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You can get a lifetime contract |
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Then be wise until i look into your eyes |
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Now shorty freaked when she spotted mine |
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Took her over to my crib laid low hit it raw from behind |
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Then she signed on the dotted line, and she was like.. |
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(ooh daddy.. don't make me feel like this.. |
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I don't want nobody else, you got the bomb!) |
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Your mind i don't mean to make a disaster of |
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Like when daddy mastered love |
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But if a bogus brother breakin you for every penny you earn |
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Then how could you still show the bastard love? |
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I guess i'm with a cold clique |
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Thought you was gon' be spendin me? i bet you think you sho' did |
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But game recognize game now you lame in the brain stupid trick |
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That's what you get for tryin to gold-dig |
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Now let me play with your emotions slow |
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Chorus |
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[twista] |
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Whassup girl? it's the twista and the verbal tantrum once again |
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With a sack big enough for me and a friend |
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You do know how to roll b's don't you? |
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Well let's fill one up with a dub and a little bit of love |
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And take it to the head |
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For some of this long-lastin blunt passion |
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[twista] |
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I know you think it's blasphemy |
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But won't you show my boys and pass for me, after he past the b? |
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Since you said i was your majesty, i had to see |
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And when you get paid then push some cash to me |
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Is it a tragedy, that i can get her so gone |
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That she be trippin talkin up "i love a lot" |
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But the only love i got, is when i grip a mic |
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Or when i hug the glock or when i rub the twat |
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I'm pickin up a dub in spots, skip the studs in the clubs |
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And the phony perpetrators with jobs |
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The speedknot, psycho drama shocked the world |
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Triple dark, there's a conflict, be pimpin 'em with gators n darts |
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Collectin papers n gobs |
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Playa haters remarks'll get smoked to a blunt dust |
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So keep walkin and next time you hear grown folks talkin |
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Other people better shut the (fuck) up |
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Cause i make the women suck up |
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You insist to be trippin when we be gamin like don juan |
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Without the filet mignon and grey poupon |
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The thieves just ain't the charm because i made the bomb? |
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Now i don't mean no harm; but either come on in or get on gone |
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Now watch me live a kosher flow |
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In between your thighs come take a pull and divide |
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But let your tongue go coastin low |
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Now let me play with your emotions slow |
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Chorus |
