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Foesum - Don't Get It Twisted lyrics
Now come to scoop me up around 10 M&M dont forget the hennessey juice or gin we bouts to take another trip so just dip in the Foe I got a box of Phillies and I'm puttin em by the door I'm ready to get my ride on hoppin side to side got these hoes jockin game recognize rollin with my kinfolk sippin on a brew spittin game to skirts so tell em what we do Now we be keepin things on the DL so we roll late dippin, while I'm sippin on some gin and some OJ leanin to the side of the ride like the G's do layin low when you see some nobody see's you put the mash down anytime that its called upon makin fools step aside cuz M&M and Dubb's on regulatin thangs, so check the statistics comin at that ass, so dont get it twisted (Chorus) Don't get it twisted, for you'll never see a day again Don't get it twisted, baby baby baby baby, never see a dogg again Lowrider, lets get a little higher pass around the blunt and spark the fire sittin laid back in the zone so I'm a take two hits then I'm a pass it on Pass it here cuz I'll be blowin more smoke than a chimney and I'm bombed in cuz the Chronic just hit me creepin in a fo and the ragtop's white flossin with Dubb hittin switches at the stop light Now let me flip the tape, while we let the ass scrape and pump your brakes while the Dubb illustrates somethin for the homeys puttin it down like Gs cuz thats how we do it in the LBC Comin right back at that ass, makin fools pay the cost gettin things heated if its needed with the niner raw Think you slow ya roll so think twice when we kicks it so get it straight fool, and dont get it twisted (Chorus) Don't get it twisted, for you'll never see a day again Don't get it twisted, baby baby baby, never see a dogg again Now we be, runnin game on hoes like a track meet got the sounds bumpin from the trunk and the backseat holdin a grip of chips while I smoke a fat J comin up out the West Coast where the gangstas and the ballers stay (hell yeah) stoppin and hoppin and droppin the Foe to the floor hittin a switch on a lips and we dippin homey cuz we like it low creepin up the block hoes jock cuz we're on these Dubb break it down for me through the eyes of a G Now some of y'all niggaz dont know me but you best a slow yo roll crawlin in my Chevy now I'm hittin trey wheel mo definitely for effect you know I'm down for my city when I'm rollin in my ride with some drank and a Philly so homey lets take a dip cuz we goin trip tonight, thats on the real here comes ? Locc in a Cadillac Seville with the top dropped back, full of skirts, lets handle business time to get lifted, but dont get it twisted (Chorus) Don't get it twisted, for you'll never see a day again Don't get it twisted, baby baby baby baby, never see a dogg again |
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