(Intro)
(Twista) Yeah, you know what's about to go down right?
(Ludacris) Yeah!
(Twista) Gotta let 'em know who is this...
(Ludacris) Ludacris!
(Twista) and who else nigga...?
(Ludacris) Twista... nigga,
(Twista) Uh, uh,
(Ludacris)
Sometimes I think that I gotta see a little bit of brighter days,
'Cuz I can fine myself to a city near you in a solid cage,
And you can look to tha left and tha right but I'm trapped on center stage,
And I can rap to tha' beat but I don't know how to change my ways,
I still hear a fool and I'll track 'em, distract 'em, and wack 'em,
Jackin' a nigga for tha DAME OF DAMES and I'll (yack?) 'em, attack 'em, and sack 'em,
Get a weapon and I crack his brain 'cuz I'm a hustler, baller, pro,
And it wouldn't be right for me to be around busters and crawlers and hoes,
But I'm a pimp at night so talk shit and Im'a lift 'em up off they toes,
Wit' a streetsweeper, regulatin' corners, and keys, and O's,
In tha' two-seater, Ludacris and Twister with tha' bags of 'dro,
Smokin', chokin', get em open, croakin' its so potent, I'm hopin' to keep on floatin',
I'm soakin' wet and you can bet, people I'm high,
I'm seein' lions and tigers and bears... "Oh my"...
And I can't hide it or keep it hidden, good riddance I'm feelin' good,
I'm weapon concealin stealin my neighbor... hood,
Would it, could it, should break a nigga off,
They'll see you later, go to tha doctor, hold my balls and (cough, cough),
You caught tha' vapers and I caught tha' throne, brain blown, honey I'm home,
Give me tha' microphone and fool's is like "Leave me alone!"
(Chorus: Twista)
Throw it up, if you get high, get blowed, get drunk,
If you want what I'm on, come on and kick it, let's ride, smoke 'dro, beat tha' trunk,
All tha bad ass bitches that wanna party just shake it while players get buck,
Me and my thugs and hustlers in tha party get money, fuck hoes, get crunk...
(Twista)
Look out I put a little bit of hash as the motherfuckin' purple haze,
