[Twista]
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Damn
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what happens when the Twista gets high in the Suave House
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Y'all motherfuckers know who this is
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Here's some mack shit
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[Twista]
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Ooh, I can feel a reefer crawl in me all in me
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Swooping through the hood where mostly ballas be
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Steady hearing women callin me
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Is it cause of the candy apple red navigator bumping Eightball and 'G
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Y'all be tripping off the P's I can get plus I'm from my K-Town click
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when a playa lay it down quick
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to be no tease and no lick she gon' suck the sleeve off my tip
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I get the right words in
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straight up in this till the juices diminish
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then I'm a menace like I'm Iceberg Slim
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Lights blur dim with a slight curve grin
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A fifth of yak and a sack a brother might serve 10
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Spitting game I try to master the graphics
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Never plaster on plastic like psychodamagic
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and man a brother bad cause I status
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Grabbing some asses freaking up plenty women by the masses
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can't nobody stop this madness
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The playa Twista looking great up in the Suave House tip
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Never catch me in much but a Suave House outfit
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Cars with some kick on the lick with the mob looking thick
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Hit the club cause rug on the loveless
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Ladies love this pretty eyes mug with a thug twist
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Flowing I'm as deadly as a drug risk
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Anyone high but killers high haters die from the slugness
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Peep this like a deep dish
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Takin my vision away like a eclipse I see hips
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My scripts I dip game deadly as 3 clips
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Plus I'm the one she already wanted to freak with
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competition betta gone head on
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Chicks betta gone head bone in the lac of the rear
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so I can have a sack and a beer
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Prepare for the atmosphere of the mack of the year
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[Chorus: Twista]
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I can teach ya how to get ya game tight
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Light sticky flame right gotta hit till it's feeling real good
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Getting rhythm in the middle of the night
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Sitting in the back straight up mackin while I get my smoke on
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Teach ya how to get ya game tight
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Light sticky flame right till it feel real good
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Getting rhythm in the middle of the night
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I'ma toke till I choke I never knew a night could last for so long
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I can teach ya how to get ya game tight
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light sticky flame right gotta hit till it's feeling real good
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Getting rhythm in the middle of the night
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Sitting in the back straight up macking while I get my smoke on
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Teach ya how to get ya game tight
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Light sticky flame right till it feel real good
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Getting rhythm in the middle of the night
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I'ma toke till I choke I never knew that it last for so long
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[MJG]
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We be Eightball and MJG with that playa Twista from the Chi
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Showing love in a major way trying to make that major pay
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Staying away from tricklites them dirty freaks that be reaching
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Trying to make me slip and get a grip on the grip I'm speaking
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All I wanna do is blaze peel the top and feel the heat from the sun rays
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Thinking bout the days when I used to walk up and down that ghetto maze
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My fo's got love for me so real for me they'll kill for me
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I have tendencies to be high when I flow
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Pulling that dope when I hit the door
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Pin roll aka the fat man got love for the ones who got love for me
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Thug for me roll up with me and if come down to it shed blood for me
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Real to the end me and my pen falling in love all over again
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to a remix made by T-Mix elimate tricks been to this get with this
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I really couldn't see that I don't give a dam who you be
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Supposed to be can't nobody step to the S-U-A-V-E
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Maybe we be the kings of the things these weak punks out here try to do
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Open your mind we got something for you and you and you
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[Chorus]
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[Eightball]
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MJG tell me something that you can feel in the middle of the night
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Not a lot of people wanna say we don't sound right
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but I can make a soundtrack sound tight
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I don't really understanda
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Sipping on hen coverin hen while I lay on my bump ambulance
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Taking control for the big time money foll and all the women are hoe
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I think I shoulda had an eighth straight enough so I can see straight
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Now baby why you still pausing when you know
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Tou don't smell like you been through the last of the sea plates
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Nan heavy as a e-weight, gotta be straight
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