Letra Twisted Heat - Featuring Twista & Drag-O de Ruff Ryders original
Swizz beatz: We know yall out to drink til yall throw up We know yall sittin on 20s We know yall reppin your hood But how many yall kill!!! twista> Bounce that ass, load them cribs, Let me see the mobbin niggaz that, uhh, talk shit While these muthatfuckaz be scummy andll go for the money, Ready to ride when they holdin a lick Thugs with the chevys, thugs with the trucks, The real gun runner never run when he bust Henny and he mobs in the front, smoke a dro blunt, Sippin with a fifty sack under the nuts Hoes with ass and no gut Let me see you jiggle it from side to side Niggaz if it's static, then pass me the strap, Gonna ride til my ride All the hoes thatll freaky niggaz, with the fedi, Lets get buck up in the club And all my soldiers, fall out, gangstas, mob up All the homeys on the block, Anny up on the fin and lets go get us a sack Serve too, we got a custom lac, hustlin pack, Til a nigga bust, they bustin back Guys thatll roll them dice and win, Girls with fits that show the skin Real niggaz mind your best friend at the pen, Real hoes let your best friend know about men Cause I be squeezin ass Andll make a full glass disappear like a genie Move to the lox and beanie, While them hoes backin that thang up on my weenie Its like no nigga in the world could see me When I ruff ryde with drag-on Rollin up big babies in a mercedes, If you want herb we got bombs Chorus: twista (drag-on) (2x) Gotta kick that shit for the fine bitches and all my nugz For the ones who smoke pot, do stick ups, and ball in our hood What do a nigga say when he say drag-on and twista (wanna kill me) Gangsta (lets ride), hustla (feel me) drag-on> By know everybody should know, that the kid spit tight, And this kid spit fire light And the bitch I don fucked like last night, I don't give a fuck bout a 2 and a half mic Cause the only muthafuckin magazine that I read, Is when I buy my gun from it How many bullets you could digest in that one stomach, I suggest yall run from it And the click-click from the calico, I gotta go, Make it pimp with a lot of hoes Im the same muthafucka that's countin that dough, Cookin that coke to a pot of gold Cause my rainbow, is every color top that crackhead cop, I don't care I gotta cap me a cop As long as I got enough money to cop me a drop, pop enough glocks Drag open up boots by watchin co-ops in convo at condos Keep the heat up in jeeps, in case yall creep up on me I run up on yall in a cab with a meter on me And the only on leavin is me And the only one bleedin is you, tryin to breeze with me All the roc is e-n-y-c-e, in the nyc with the white t All I really do is argue, Double f, r-y-d-e, d-r-a-g, to the dash o-n Catch me, smokin potent, bet it leave yall, niggaz soakin, With your insides open Chorus: twista (drag-on) (2x) Swizz beatz: Errrrrrr!!!! Hold the fuck up! Slow down! Drag, twista, listen up These muthafuckaz don't know what's real out here (they damn sure don't) This is volume 2 (volume 2) Nigga, so, get ignorent! Chorus: twista (drag-on) twista> Whether murder or bouncy beat, my flow be philosophical Smokin on tropical, achievin all missions impossible When I up the block at you, ima pop at you If your momma cry there's nothin I could do Should notve fucked with mr. illogical When Im in to clubbin, clubbin, shake it don't you break it You booty to shapey, can't take it, wanna see you naked I don drunk a boo muthafucka, so you know Im lit up Everybody get up, spin witha a twista, it's a stick up Drag-on (swizz beatz): This where the shit pick up, let me load this clip up, Lust pour me some liquor, flame-on and twista, Lets see if you murdered wholl miss ya I love the dirty south, that's why I gotta dirty mouth Thatll burn you out Tell your bitch I got a dick thatll turn her out, Especially when I tell her turn around I don hurt her now Shitll come back, and I think it's time to get murdered now Im tired of silly clowns, spittin out weak shit, sound like my shit You gon make me pull a all nighter Standin infront of your crib with that gasoline and that lighter Now hit, we wont miss ya, drag-on and twista (puttin it on em!)