[Intro] Chi town balla k town nigga Runnin through the streets with my hands on the trigga And on the block smokin weed with hash When I breeze pass I'm bout to run through the game like I was steve nash
Naw naw T naw I feel that shit man but we gotta come with some of that Origianal twista shit you know Some of that chi town playa shit you know you know that old shit man lets Kick that shit T Alright I got ya cause
[Verse 1] Take a look at my impala Make 'em take a look at my chevy capris Now take a look at my platinum bu500 benz rolling through the streets In the city of the goals Shit making money is the mission I'ma glistenin killin off the competition Steady tipping cause of how I be pimpin hoes Now I know just how to treat 'em cause I need 'em I don't really got to beat 'em so we cool As long as they bring me my money Got 'em walkin survin ass with a passion While I'm talkin better never see you laughin Know I gotta show 'em ain't a damn thing funny Twista got game Finna spit it to 'em hard Get your dame Put 'em on the boulivard Now I got 'em in training with my bottom bitch She can learn a lot a shit Like how to get it on a stroll Be in control and shit on the other hoes And be able to get fedy for her daddy from a lot a tricks But the thump bumpin speakers in the trunk Cause a nigga have to cop a little some some Leavin niggaz bodies slump when I let the thumpa dump If I ever catch you fukin with the bump bump Like a diamond I'm flawless Aint no fucking with rawness When you enter my vacinity better be cautious If you into makin money step into my office Makin hoes close shop My flow caine got the block hot Two for tens got me swoopin' through the city in the drop top Screamin out I just don't give a fuck I'm the truth in the booth from when you see me coming through with the crew I make you do what I do I'm a win for the city For the chi till I die cause theres just no givin up
[Chorus: repeat 2X] I'm holdin down the game What would you be hatin for I'm a playa from the go with the shit that you've been waitin for I'm holdion down the game Show me how you get buck lil momma You can make a buck the momma Niggaz out here like to fuck lil momma
[Interlude] Take a look at my japer Now come look at the diamonds up in the ears Now come take a look at the gators Jumpers and 150 hat crocadile on the bib And the ice on my charm Man I'm no joke came up big in the 04 Now as fast I can kill 'em with the slow flow Specially if I been smokin that hydrogen bomb
Shit man now thats what I'm talking about Now thats that origianl twist right there man Man but you know what man lets gon slow it down man And take it down south houston style cause
[Verse 2] Chi town balla K town nigga Runnin through the street with my hand on the trigga And on the block smokin weed with hash when I breeze pass I'm bout to run through this game like I was steve nash Aint no fuckin with the twista when I toss words Thats the 22 up against a moss berg Feel the thump in your trunk from the fatty chacer Alias auralius nigga call me gladiator Spittin screw words at a screw pace 2 times stronger than them bitches call me screw face You fuckin with a real ass nigga Stuffin pockets tryin to make 'em bigger Gotta let you know
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