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Twista
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Higher
作词:Christopher Bria Bridges, R Leverston, Carl Mitchell, Fredrick Taylor
Yeah, you know what's about to go down right? Yeah Gotta let 'em know who is this Ludacris And who else nigga? Twista, nigga, uhh, uhh, check it out
Sometimes I think that I gotta see a little bit of brighter days 'Cuz I confine myself to a city near you in a solid cage And you can look to tha left and tha right But I'm trapped on center stage And I can rap to tha' beat but I don't know how to change my ways I still hear a fool and I'll track 'em, distract 'em, and wack 'em
Jackin' a nigga for tha 'Dame of Dames' and I'll, yack 'em Attack 'em, and sack 'em, get a weapon and I crack his brain 'Cuz I'm a hustler, baller, pro, and it wouldn't be right for me To be around busters and crawlers and hoes But I'm a pimp at night so talk shit and I'ma lift 'em up off they toes Wit' a street sweeper, regulatin' quarters and keys and O's
In tha' two-seater, Ludacris and Twista with tha' bags of 'dro Smokin', chokin', get em open, croakin' Its so potent, I'm hopin' to keep on floatin' I'm soakin' wet and you can bet, people I'm high I'm seein' lions and tigers and bears, oh my And I can't hide it or keep it hidden, good riddance I'm feelin' good
I'm weapon concealin', stealin' my neighborhood Would it, could it, should break a nigga off They'll see you later, go to tha doctor, hold my balls and You caught tha vapors and I caught tha' throne Brain blown, honey I'm home Give me tha' microphone and fool's is like 'Leave me alone'
Throw it up, if you get high, get blowed, get drunk If you want what I'm on, come on and kick it Let's ride, smoke 'dro, beat tha' trunk All tha bad ass bitches that wanna party Just shake it while players get buck, me and my thugs and hustlers In tha party get money, fuck hoes, get crunk
Look out I put a little bit of hash as the motherfuckin' purple haze I feel it all over my body, adrenaline wit' tha Bacardi, got me off fifty Rippin' shit in a rage, in a navy blue Pelle he 'bout tha belly Coogie Timbalands steppin' on the pedal up in the Llac truck Wanna get me for the wood, better get the whole motherfuckin' hood, to Come and give you some back up, we can get into it if you wanna do it
I'm to get my fluid out at them bodies that wanna come at this, empty Out fuck wit' yo girl for fuckin' wit' thugs, that'll bury opposites bet it won On the Twist, represent for my city anybody that differs wit' me got into 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Thinkin' it's a game and whether you from my city and I talk shit I'ma kill 'em, especially if he say my name, I bend up on 'em I handle my business on 'em and stick him up for tha skrilla from K-Tilla
Smokin' on a fat pilla, murder haters at no filla Niggas came and they wanna bring up a real adobe killa Ballin' out so hard, tha size of my rims roll To a hella-fast ice scene When they don't make 'em no bigger Im'a flip a drop Vet 2000 and 3 on nineteens
Throw it up, if you get high, get blowed, get drunk If you want what I'm on, come on and kick it Let's ride, smoke 'dro, beat tha' trunk All tha bad ass bitches that wanna party Just shake it while players get buck, me and my thugs and hustlers In tha party get money, fuck hoes, get crunk
When ballin' outta control I floss on, flame on, pimp on, a speed demon Pedal to tha metal when I'm in the zone, hang on, 'cuz him gon' In the motherfuckin' wind while I'm sippin' on Hen I got cake while you owe somethin' and I done came a long way From lettin' these hoes suck, I'm 'bout to roll somethin' Found a victim I fill him wit' venom plus some adrenaline
Kill 'em and send him to the cemetery, wit' a flow full of Horror like a poltergiest, he called to Christ, when he saw How many men I buried, shit and when it come to cheefin' good Nigga who that? Do that, I got tha sack open And tha herb got the flow so strong that I might crack tha track While back-to-back smokin', never come up when the mobs elite
Nigga you ain't untouchable not when I spark the heat Comin' at you like sharks to meat, the blood start to leak I can tell when a mark's heart is weak, come at me fully loaded 'Cuz I'm hard to beat, always screamin' where tha drink and tha 'dro at You know we love that cutta, in the back of tha club Wit' purple and the black chronic, Twist and Ludacris get fucked up
Throw it up, if you get high, get blowed, get drunk If you want what I'm on, come on and kick it Let's ride, smoke 'dro, beat tha' trunk All tha bad ass bitches that wanna party Just shake it while players get buck, me and my thugs and hustlers In tha party get money, fuck hoes, get crunk
Pass me the, let me smoke my
Yeah This is a Wildstyle Production Twist and Ludacris collabo Get it, get it, get it, uhh, yeah
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