Twista - Y'all My Nugz lyrics

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Twista - Y'all My Nugz lyrics

(Twista) Yes yes ya'll It's the Twista in the house Over another tracks production Normally I would kick somethin about the ladies But I'm gonna kick somethin to my n***as Cuz we roll B's together stack cheese together (Twista) All afternoon them shorties workin the tip causin havoc on the spot Bringin much static on the block Half sacks cuz money makin is the magic of them rocks Try to make em unco*k the Glock with the weapon of potention sh** U know they hurtin in my section Yet a hustle gets depressing laws on the streets holla at the chief And still can't get a blessing They smokin wicked in the hood Plus the people is gettin blowed itching to come at ya stash Run up with the strap so fast You gone they be already gone cuz they coming at ya a** Trippin when the pistol tap ya gla** And when they get drama they gotta call up some holsta's But you know my homies quicker on the chrome And if it's on it's on then my mobsta's go nuts To the rhythm of a slow cut Let me ask you a question "Is it safe where you got your sacks?" It's only one got two packs a case of static where n***as got ya back Some real a** homies you can roll with So when the phony ones come at you they be ready for the thuggin Slug huggin heat em up like an oven hang tight everynight Drinkin down cuz a cousins (chorus) Cuz ya'll roll up with me everytime it's on These straight shady n***as around my hood Lets be the obsession so we can trip on what we smokin on Cuz ya'll my nugz We with each other till the day we die Rather shakin up work handing out tips ain't no lie Be quick to get the n***a trying to take all of our goods Cuz ya'll my nugz Ya'll roll up with me everytime it's on These straight shady n***as around my hood Lets be the obsession so we can trip on what we smokin on Cuz ya'll my nugz We with each other till the day we die Rather shakin up work handing out tips ain't no lie Be quick to get the n***a trying to take all of our goods Cuz ya'll my nugz (Twista) I juss wanted to take some time out to say thanks to the nugz Hit the dank cuz it's good And when it come thank help me from saving me from gettin ganked in the hood anythang for ya'll I know there's times where it be hurting where one of hit the lick us Breakin some B's Got the ace of spades breakin them trees for my psychotic stanky b**hes Acting janky if we making some cheese Cuz we ride stick petty and smoke sh** Find a lane to toke with We ain't never quick to come up on now yet run up on whether she wanna go home and roam We smokin top down till the summer gone Rollin up swishers and gunnin on Straight up and chedda with my homies go hit the liquor store We gotta swishes get some mo Saving em so we can blaze em and kick it where the dickholes go My homies is the reason fo It took me some time but I gotta show my nugz I ain't no hoe They can depend on me if someone's fist throwin knuckles and sticks Plus I'll go get the fo fo You already know Joe cuz if we fall while we runnin from the po-po Ima pick you up Need some hoes Ima get you s**ed And try my best not to never let a mothaf**a stick you up Ima ride and I know you n***as know that Cut the enemy no slack for ya lame as a jumpsport Flaming philosophy till the brush short breakin up the hunnies on the wall on the front porch And I love the ladies but you be k**in me some time gettin mobsta ain't tight Now put a hoe before a homies that'll rob for the dolla I'm yellin out Mobsta fo life (chorus) (Twista) Baby I see ya thick but this time f** a b**h Ima take my boy to pick out a fit Betta yet I run game like E-40 in a click end up having you lick on this dick Bump and size I pleasure neva coulda I eva be happy knowing That my homies wasn't on they feet strong It's like emeny g's but hit ya motha some cheese if I have to help to keep the heat on I be down like that you know the lick Reminicsing on clubs and swingin when you got moved on the emerald got you gone And he's with her before I got you home But we have came a long way since then All for one one for all till I pa** on the plastic You show me love that last and not the plastic bags thats separated by Caskets (chorus)