Twista Lyrics
Twista Lyrics
"Crook County (Remixed) Lyrics"
Plain Ol' Pain Lyrics
I got a good reason for bein' here Drivin' by your house Hopin' to catch a glimpse of you Maybe talk our troubles out Well, I've been makin' left turns round and round your block Circling since Sunday evening at six o'clock Well I know my behavior might seem a little strange It's got a lot to do with losing you And plain ol' pain I got a good reason for bein' here Where the music's loud Hopin' to forget about you And lookin' for a good time crowd I think I'll shoot some doubles And sit here at the bar Well I ain't goin' nowhere I gave the ba
I got a good reason for bein' here Drivin' by your house Hopin' to catch a glimpse of you Maybe talk our troubles out Well, I've been makin' left turns round and round your block Circling since Sunday evening at six o'clock Well I know my behavior might seem a little strange It's got a lot to do with losing you And plain ol' pain I got a good reason for bein' here Where the music's loud Hopin' to forget about you And lookin' for a good time crowd I think I'll shoot some doubles And sit here at the bar Well I ain't goin' nowhere I gave the ba
[Psychodrama]
Excuse me, believe me
there's 6 people here to hurt you mother fuckin feelings
with one female to break through the glass ceiling
Chicago, now let me holla at yall 'bout what i know 'bout my city
many women and children deserve this
fuck the epidemy, nobody's perfect
some do live my nigga (?) but the others go by the dirt shit
hurtin motherfuckers slash closin' they curtains curtains
slash, (?) to the bitches, slash get a hold of ya shirt
but ya big ass is fat, time to show some mother fuckin niggas who we is
bitch we aint yo mother fuckin kids
Crook County, we ain't gon' take yo shit
(????)
[Mayz]
Niggas in my mob is too suave
We ride hundred G cars, in it like the world is ours
Don't disrespect or get your chest split like cigars
In this county of crooks tryin' to avoid jail bars
But it's so hard to make cheese especially
If you ain't got no Ph.D. or connect on phat keys
See mobstability is for niggas with nothing to lose
Going psycho from this drama you know you paying dues
I get a buck in your side tryin' to hussle for a ride
Or hittin' the block to find out one of your guys just died
So don't come to the Chi, it's just riskin' ya health
I Follow Lyrics
He resides on Mt. Olympus where no mortal goes He is my charming mentor and everybody knows He’ll bring you ecstasy and fill you with his grace Careening carelessly he’ll coax you to his place He walks through the vine rows I’ll follow where he goes His legs are smooth and clear and best when they run slow His nose is earthy, fruit, peppery or rose Sometimes he’s Beaujolais and sometimes bourgeoisie He’ll warm you with his touch and copious luxury He walks through the vine rows I’ll follow where he goes He walks through the vine rows I’ll follow where
'Cause K-Town niggas'll bomb on that ass like a stealthHe resides on Mt. Olympus where no mortal goes He is my charming mentor and everybody knows He’ll bring you ecstasy and fill you with his grace Careening carelessly he’ll coax you to his place He walks through the vine rows I’ll follow where he goes His legs are smooth and clear and best when they run slow His nose is earthy, fruit, peppery or rose Sometimes he’s Beaujolais and sometimes bourgeoisie He’ll warm you with his touch and copious luxury He walks through the vine rows I’ll follow where he goes He walks through the vine rows I’ll follow where
[Chorus]
In the county of crooks: gangbangers, killers and slangers
With judges be quick to hang us homies and strangers
No bluffin', we bustin'
Like a kamikaze, watch our bodies come up
War (?) then it's on, now we gon' strap up, what's up
[Repeat Chorus]
[Liffy Stokes]
In the Chi, it's kill or be killed, hussle or die
You gotsta take the pie, momma didn't lie
Look in my eyes you see the realness
The nine makes you feel this
The pain that I'm going through 'til I'm sitting on millions
My minds on that paper, wishin' upon a caper
I need to stack now, I'll repent for my sins later
When I'm living greater, the mind state of a Westside native
It's sick in the head, dodgin' Feds everyday
See me load the AK, watch 'em run when we spray
Get the fuck up out my way and for pray that this pistol play
'Cause when I'm heated I'm gunning 'til there's nothing in sight
So cancel Christmas muthafucka, fuck you and your life
[Speedknot]
Ah Ah, I pop a holster, 'cause you won't show up, and you gon' shoulder up, and
you gon' shoot up... sort 'em out
and even if i do, you comin don't you get me twisted
Keith Knudsen/John McFee/Carlene Carter Baby, there's a chance you ought to take Chance of a mistake you gotta make Maybe I'm mistaken too To take my chance with you I need you like a shadow needs a light I'll follow you like morning follows night When nothin's left ahead of you I'll be right behind you Shadows disappear at night We both know it's a shame if you should lose one Why is it so hard to find Tell me that you're right there too One step baby Two steps maybe One step closer I'll be next to you Baby, it's a secret I can't keep Troubl
We surround the muthafuckas, bloody bloody, don't think it's silent
violent muthafuckas, and he cried out muthafuckas
My (?) tussin its generation X
and robitussin plus i'm bustin'
wit two of them hundred guns
Trustin' nobody, interferring and actin funny
if you shout we take yo muthafuckin money
inside yo ride, A.K.A. while (?) and psychodrama got all the fuckin power in
this Crook County
[Chorus]
[Newsense]
Our county's so crooked, Psycho Drama invented the style
Then damn near everybody took it and passed it around
Now these muthafuckas all look and see 'cause we puttin' it down
And ain't no sooner or later, the world gon' realize they fakin'
Then snatch they tapes of the shelves and break 'em, eliminate 'em
Just as fast as Creator's Way can create shit
Now they all on some hate shit, just like a nigga
Like ain't nobody done a thing
But we runnin' rings around these bitches
The more tapes we make the more they all go broke, so fuck 'em
If it ain't no love then it ain't none
If it is, then nigga then say something
'Cause more of this beats gon' stomp and keep on stompin'
And Drama make that solemn promise
[Vast Aire] My mother said, "You sucked my pussy when you came out Don't ever talk back I handed ya life and I'll snatch it back" I'm just a latch key kid with a snotty nose High school drop out Space, I'm around me whiteout And I ain't dealin with no minimum wage I'd rather construct rhymes on a minimum page Cynical ways, cats sin for nickels these days Pulling the chrome out And you actin like pullin the chrome out Hated the sound of grandma's cryin the crooked letter You could hear it from the ground or when the sky thunders Made you wonder 'bout early Sunday
[Twista]
Come look around Crook County, look around, you found me
I must've been bad to the bone, get the mask and the chrome
This Chi gotta die from a blast to the dome
Nigga, not muthafuckin' Ouija board
I receive my blessings from G's and Lord, nine-millies and source
But the art of war nigga, must've found breathin' bored
Tellin' me to look into your eyes, all I see is a bitch
Tell Krayzie in New Orleans that he bit
Talkin' about you was lovin' my shit
Hit the bud and got sent on that shit odyssey mumblin' r&b
You can keep the apology, you gon' try to dishonor me
Kill the Hoes of the Harmony
Just when you thought it was safe
The Bone niggas 'bout to get slaughtered and raped
I can slow down and audit the tape
Y'all bent and all y'all who thought it was fake
Now watch (?) on the stage, beef and the rage
Die on the first on the month, 'cause it's than the blunt
Why would you compete to be doomed, now you gon' see Eazy-E soon
Feel the boom of the reprecussion, 'cause the reefer's still rushin'
When I reach and start bustin'
I'm a Bone Crusher, crook county or nothin
Ain't no bluffin'
[Chorus] (2x)