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Тексты (слова) песенСписок исполнителей в алфавитном порядкеА  Б В Г Д Е Ё Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Э Ю Я  A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P R S T U V W X Y Z  Текст (слова) песни: Mobb Deep - Got it Twisted (Remix Featuring Twista)(feat. Twista) A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-lchemist Yeah, once again, and we have - the remix! Yeah, uh-huh, what we got? Twista I see you my nigga! Cmon now Yeah yeah, yeah, uh-huh "Oh my gosh! The music just turns me on!" [Havoc] Yo.. yo.. aint no party once we crash the party Shorty, Im only here for one night Meet me in the lobby take a sip of this get nice Ima get you bent, but fuck it its only right The martinis, them Belvys, the Hypnotiqs Turned you out, wanna see whats up in your closet You got a man, thats cool, I just wanna be friends I aint tryin to get hooked like phonics We on the low so you wont be spotted Front window tinted so you safe in the cockpit Fools wild in the club, I just play the wall My niggaz pray and pray for my downfall Man how I scoop them broads and get that groupie love One look and your chick is dug Yall aint real, yall some home thugs Please dont make me show you what I snuck in the club, yeah [Chorus: Havoc] Yall niggaz got it twisted, huh? That liquor up in you, you charged That truth come out when you drunk Yo ass wont make it to see tomorrow Yall niggaz got it twisted, huh? That liquor up in you, you charged That truth come out when you drunk Yo ass wont make it to see tomorrow We step up in the club with one thing (one thing) On our mind, thats leave with something (something) Get rid of that ring, get rid of those cuffs We about the.. girl We about the.. girl We about the.. girl-girl ("The music just turns me on!") We about the.. girl We about the.. girl-girl [Twista] They call me Twista but homey dont get it twisted Fuck specifics, or the ballistics hollowsll get you rifted Fuck with the gifted, take a look at what my machines did That I got from my niggaz from Queensbridge, you aint seen shit Take a shot of my liquor, then I pull on the trigger Rollin in with the Mobb Deep, and we steady gettin thicker and thicker For the lords and the gangsters, thugs and the killers We got too many toolies floatin between us, you cant get wit us Its that killer Twista in the house, and Im quick to put the pistol in your mouth, and uh got pounds like got seventy-five to cop twenty But Im only spendin sixty, the rest is new glock money Distribute em to the click that we steppin up in the club Where the freaks pop that ass on the dick, showin us love Tryin to get out of line, you gon get hit with the biscuit You got Seagrams in front of you, so get twisted, dont get it twisted [Chorus] [Prodigy] If you really wanna party with P Put your hands where my eyes can see And shorty right there she come with me And I hope she got friends, cause we Mobb Deep No bullshit, Timb boots and gangster clothes We dont follow trends - we set those! You see us gettin dressed up, aint nuttin but some fresh white on whites and that ol folks Infamous a new label Dont confuse our shit with no other labels (fuck up outta here) Come through that bitch just force, and lay shit down We dont gotta send people, we bang for real You wont know if I did sumn, I wont tell Or rap about it songs, cause thats goin to jail But come fuckin with me, thats goin to hell You rap about me? Thats how I can tell! [Chorus] |
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