you like it And then I'll twist it for you [Timbaland] Twist it for ya Twist it for ya Twist it for ya Twist it for ya Sadistic for ya Twist it for ya
twist it for you Twist for you, twist it for you Twist for you, twist it for you Twist for you, twist it for you Twist for you, twist it for you Twist
you like it And then I'll twist it for you [Timbaland] Twist it for ya Twist it for ya Twist it for ya Twist it for ya Sadistic for ya Twist it for
Traduzione: New Kids On The Block. Ritorto.
We just happy to be back [Mark Curry] Curry the paperchaser, lace the track up with 16 bars of crack Bring it back from the block, sub on (?) workin
m on the guest list (what's your name?) A.K.I.R. (you ain't on the list fam) Fuck is you talkin 'bout yo? (You ain't on the fuckin list, get to the back
out when shit gets twisted Y'all lookin' for villains? Well, I'm that guy I charge junior high kids for a contact high And I could always tell Kno was on
's rules to this shit [Prodigy of Mobb Deep:] And I can't turn back [Verse 3: AZ] And my mind been back was since puffin' on the back-woods Clutchin' on
] In New York we smoke chocolate Keep a loaded gun in the cockpit And almost every night we on the block lit Handlin the biz bagging the driz Drinking beer between the buildings with the gremlin kids
Think it's not? We ready to rock Loaded with the macks to the back of ya knot Still reppin for the kids on the block (yep) And if you leave ya girl open
Keep on hearin' niggaz hollin 'bout they ass gotta go And where they gotta be One more time I kick rhymes and they don't wanna see Do Rae Me Rippin' shit on
got 'em trippin' off the gift, and split a wig up with a pretty sick twist. The Ruger like a surgeon and it's on, exactly what I cut you with is sharper
stand on the block with Rock for fun With a pocket full of rocks and 1's Stopped that, now I got chips from illegal stock tips When I draw heat on crackers on
on, I rock on Calm, in these streets or in jail, gettin' my high rocks on Even though I rock with the red, gettin' my pop on I'm a D-E-C-E-P-T-Icon You
we use to chill up on park benches My 20 block radius think we need some barb wire fences Stop bitch niggas like you from easily trespassing Nickel nine shine on
We twist mad sabres Rock the sky pimping jays all day blazes Wrapped in these inner city mazes Relaxing on corners where cats stay wasted Choking on 4
the top Stapleton, New Brighton, and West Brighton the harbor Connect, me for vet, Don King and a tech Thug cats'll get done up on black man's sun up
