The Legendary Traxster - Emotions (Remix) lyrics

[Johnny P] I can get inside your head All day everyday, and play with your emotions.. Let me get inside your head All day, everyday, and play with your emotions.. [Twista over P in background] Huh.. yeah it's Twista again y'know These females be trippin me out y'know? Certain stuff they be sayin Like this other female she came up to me (This other female she came up to me) She said a little somethin like this (She said a little somethin like this) [Twista] I thought you love me though? Now how you gonna be wrong Just cuz you know you got me gone in the head? You be twistin with the lovely flow, but whatchu actin all ugly fo'? Left me alone in the bed Where you goin cause I'm not done, cool til you got some Trippin when I got sprung, but you ain't fly love You da sh** but your petty money can't but love Is that what I does? My reply was, you know why cuz I could tell you was prone-to-bone n***as I hang around But the reefer I was zonin on, make me the one you freakin on da mo' From how I lay you down Now you trippin cause I'm not attached, hangin with a lot of rats Her concerned whether I'mma act Now you the momma mack, comin back with a lot of scratch Go on witcha bad a**, but I gotta catch I done peeped the way you look into my n***a's eyes I done recognized that I won't be hypnotized Criticized, no more inner cries, now I'm ener-gized With my eyes on the prize just a flick of thighs I can't let nobody ride with me that'll lie to me Smokin stanky up and play with me the way you do And you trippin cause I played you too? Sho' you right Take the whole thing in stride like the way I do And let me play with your emotions slow Chorus: Johnny P, Twista I can get inside you head All day, everyday, and play with your emotions [T] Let me play with your emotions slow To the rhythm of a kick-drum, take a body get sprung Let me stimulate your mind, body, and soul You know I got a quick tongue, so if you want some get some Let me get inside your head Everyday, all day, and play with your emotions [T] Let me play with your emotions slow To the rhythm of a kick-drum, take a body get sprung Let me stimulate your mind, body, and soul You know I got a quick tongue, so if you want some get some [Twista] Now tell me how you gon' act though? I saw you creepin out the backdo' Whatchu run up on my mack fo'? Lay you on your back slow cause you know I got you with my la**o Blow your mind like an afro Come and take a glimpse of the stairs It's the aroma of a pimp in the air, I bet you notice the smell It's like a lotus when I flow this, cause my eyes be the lowest If you didn't notice, then you bogus as hell I'm puttin woman under my spell, lock them up in the brain Pimpin her vain with games with the anatomy that's feminine Then fillin them up "Adrenaline" Got 'em geekin we're speakin approachin up a pimp like a gentleman Submission and surrenderin and ain't no end in it If it's on with a blunt from my bomb sack In the right place with the right mind and the right line You can get a lifetime contract Then be wise until I look into your eyes Now shorty freaked when she spotted mine Took her over to my crib laid low hit it raw from behind Then she signed on the dotted line, and she was like.. (Ooh daddy.. don't make me feel like this.. I don't want nobody else, you got the bomb!) Your mind I don't mean to make a disaster of Like when daddy mastered love But if a bogus brother breakin you for every penny you earn Then how could you still show the ba*tard love? I guess I'm with a cold clique Thought you was gon' be spendin me? I bet you think you sho' did But game recognize game now you lame in the brain stupid trick That's what you get for tryin to gold-dig Now let me play with your emotions slow Chorus [Twista] Wha**up girl? It's the Twista and the Verbal Tantrum once again With a sack big enough for me and a friend You do know how to roll B's don't you? Well let's fill one up with a dub and a little bit of love And take it to the head For some of this long-lastin blunt pa**ion [Twista] I know you think it's blasphemy But won't you show my boys and pa** for me, after he past the B? Since you said I was your majesty, I had to see And when you get paid then push some cash to me Is it a tragedy, that I can get her so gone That she be trippin talkin up "I love a lot" But the only love I got, is when I grip a mic Or when I hug the Glock or when I rub the twat I'm pickin up a dub in spots, skip the studs in the clubs And the phony perpetrators with jobs The Speedknot, Psycho Drama shocked the world Triple Dark, there's a Conflict, be pimpin 'em with gators n darts Collectin papers n gobs Playa haters remarks'll get smoked to a blunt dust So keep walkin and next time you hear grown folks talkin Other people better shut the (f**) up Cause I make the women s** up You insist to be trippin when we be gamin like Don Juan Without the filet mignon and Grey Poupon The thieves just ain't the charm because I made the bomb? Now I don't mean no harm; but either come on in or get on gone Now watch me live a kosher flow In between your thighs come take a pull and divide But let your tongue go coastin low Now let me play with your emotions slow Chorus