Twista

Twista - Rock Y'all Spot lyrics

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Haha, heh, last time for the mobsta
Get up in here and do our thang, heh
That`s how we gon` do
Hahahaha
Twista-
Get down to the club
Chokin` on sticky and everything was loved, oh yeah
Look here now
Then on came the lights, hey
All the niggas and bitches in the party was feelin` high
Liffy Stokes bring it
Liffy Stokes-
Tonight`s gon` be the bomb, it`s warm and calm
I got to take this cool in my arm with an ounce in my palm
I done took the bottle with Don, and I`m back for sure
Actin` a fool, gettin` skully, mixin` henny and mo
With plenty to draw, and we gotta blaze by the door
With too much M to the O from rushin` the dance floor
Mob style runnin` wild through every section and aisle
Drinkin` River, pissy now, collectin` numbers to dial
Talkin` loud, flash the cheese just for the haters and keys
That try to catch me sooner so they can cease without the cheese
Through mobstability, y`all be killin` me
With that weak shit, a nigga just came to party
With my guys and women probably pitchin` couple of innings
Break `em down through my winnings and come out to drink winnin`
With my paper and ladies on the E doin` about eighty
Tryin` to get to the (?) so that freaky bitch can lay me
(Chorus)
When the mobstas rock y`all spot
Watch all the niggas and bitches start dancin`
Big ballers wave y`all knots
`Cause y`all the ones playa haters can`t stand with
The mobstas rock y`all spot
Watch all the niggas and bitches start dancin`
Big ballers wave y`all knots
`Cause y`all the ones playa haters can`t stand with
Mayz-
I`m bendin` curves through the gym straight smokin` and drinkin`
Westside, mob style, and the mink and the lickin`
Trippin` on the cutie that`s winkin`
`Cause she know we got the shit that rocks her block
And put the boom in your box and make your speakers pop
So I take this as my cue to make sure shorty don`t snooze
The mobsta`s rockin` tonight at the House of Blues
With some mo and some crews and now she lookin` in dues
Talkin` about bringin` our homies and puttin` on dancin` shoes
It`s like that y`all, let your paper stack tall
So when you hit the club you can ball and get some numbers to call
Don`t worry about the playa haters leanin` on the wall
Because when they get the gold and start to ball
They gonna have to fight us all to the end
Playas get a glass and a set of twins
In different clothes so they can be a thug`s extend
`Cause when this party ends another begins it don`t stop
So flash your knot and beep me at my guy`s red shop
(Chorus)
Twista-
Hey hey, oh suki-suki now, look here now, what`s cookin` now
Shook it shook it, child, shake it down, let`s boogie now
From the hood and I be the chief, feelin` good as taters and waiters
With playas with the ladies pullin` up in big-ridin` Mercedes
This party gon` fade me, smokin` with the brokes and the brothers
Cherry gators, yo dawg, this pocket`s full hundreds and rollers
I`m kickin` it out with tippin` dippin` off from the laws
In the glance of an eye with drawers, while they hustlin` just to ball
(?) so I bought a drink, sport a link, recall the mink
Hoe figure she was pretty and think maybe I ought to wink
And she takes a glance, party`a boomin` so maybe I got a chance
This cutie got too much booty and I asked her to dance
Flippin` 50s in my hand, champagne all up in my face
Takin` pictures, (?) close `em all bitches` probably in the place
Straight po pimpin`, I`m trippin` (?) it`s the weekend
Steady quickin`, take a pimpin` and pay the scraps for sneakin`
`Cause when the...
(Chorus till fade...)
Throw it up, are you a true money maker
Throw it up, `cause you a big time playa
(repeat till fade...)
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