Twiztid - Yuwannahoe Lyrics
(Esham)What up ya'll?Aight, gotta little something to sayYou know I been chillin, chillin in the undergroundAnd we see all of all ya'llYea we see ya'llYou know what I'm saying?Everybody in the game trying to do their thingYou in the industryWe in the streetsYou know what I'm saying?The label that runs beneath the streetsPsychopatchicABK, Esham, Blaze Ya Dead Homie, Zug Izland, ICP, andTWIZTID!(Jamie Madrox)Hey you ***** boy guess what?Me and my brother made of rubberSo when Twiztid’s in the houseWe bounce the motha*****erSave your pen ink and your paperPlayer haterWe bring the dark sideEverywhere like the temperAin’t you heardAin’t nobody jocking your shitUse an open toed sandleJust flip-flopping itHere’s one for your play listSuck my motha*****ing dickFirst singleYou can wait on the remix(Monoxide Child)Get your candle blew outI feel the love homieEven if it's hating your mouthI'm still the same sick and Twiztid individualLooking to go ballisticSo reminiscent to make your ???I keep it covered and smotheredLike hash brownsAnd my war songs readyKeeping them vultures from swooping downI'm as classic as a throwback versionOf Michael MyersWhere the hatred that’ll spreadLike a forest fire(Chorus x4)Why yuwannahoe?(So don’t worry)Don’t hate on me(Get the ***** outta here)(Monoxide Child)I trying to shake them off my colarWith a pop and a twistBut these haters hang onLike some velcro shitsI can’t escape itI try scraping them offBut they holding on so tightIt's like rapping a mothI leave you motha*****ers shakingIn the frost of my cold heartAnd burry you aliveIn a hole in my backyardDon’t act hardYou don’t want to chance it sonnyMonoxide, you know how we do this, money(Jamie Madrox)So now I hear that you're attacking my crewFor the shit that we doAnd you'se a *****Thinking ain’t nobody sweeter then youWe spitting sugar shockFor you dum-dum lollypopsGive you 20 whole seconds to reload your glockBetter bust rightIf you're looking for the lime lightBetter sit downGet your rhyme rightGet your shit tightRound here we stay tightLike fly anusWhen no videoDon’t no radio rotate usAnd no play listJust young, dumb, and facelessWhile big cats copping these dumb hoesAnd nice bracelet(You hear that, all you stars go wait on your publishing checks so you can pay your baby momma rent, what?)(Chorus x4)Why yuwannahoe?(So don’t worry)Don’t hate on me(Get the ***** outta here)(Monoxide Child)I don’t know whyThey hate me so muchDedicating more then half of their lifeTo doing such ***** ass shitIt’s making me wanna retaliateYou’d probably press chargesHoping that they’d lock me away(Jamie Madrox)I’m not a bad boyI’m a fat boy, ***** boyMy whole team spits rapsWhile your team is unemployedRiding a pieI’m a give them a piece of my mindYou'se a back burner projectGetting done up from behindMy whole squad drops LPs to CDsAnd making way more chowThen you’ll hoes will ever see(Anybody Killa)That’s right motha*****ersQuit selling that shrink rapBoo-boo *****(Chorus x4)Why yuwannahoe?(So don’t worry)Don’t hate on me(Get the ***** outta here)
