Twista - One More Joog lyrics

(feat. Don Juan) [Intro - Don Juan (Twista):] One more joog, one more Joog (one mo') n***a, I'm turnin, turn up! One more joog (guap) Ay (money) Drank, turn up! One more joog (count what?) One mo', one mo' drank, drank (this ain't for the rappers) n***a, drank (this for the ones that be joogin, Twista) [Chorus - Don Juan:] One more joog My n***az be trappin, straight out the land though (joog) Red bandanna, lookin like Rambo (joog) Used to be walkin, now I'm in Lambos (joog) Still pullin joog after joog, light yo' black out like a candle (joog) All I need is one mo' (one mo') all I need is one mo' E'rybody lay down (lay down) what you think that I come fo'? (come fo') Joogin, ridin 'round just lookin (one mo' joog, gimme one mo' joog!) I'm joogin, ridin 'round just lookin (one mo' joog, gimme one mo' joog!) One mo' joog [Twista:] Twista, I'm a winner Joogin in a city full of motherf**in k**ers f**in with them n***az on the corner servin pillars and they get it every morning from the summer to the winter With a pocket full of figures and I got the hood of n***az and a banana clip for the gorillas Throw up a middle finger for whoever don't feel us Matter fact, if we have to we'd be comin after your dinner I'ma drop a joog on you n***az right now What you spendin 35 hundred for a pound? I'ma take it 35 hundred joog 35 times Make it 35 muh'f**in pounds C-c-city full of n***az that be misunderstood And I might come and stick you up if you got the goods Come in here talkin that sh**, I wish a n***a would You wanna know what they on when you in the hood [Chorus] [Twista (Don Juan):] I could joog your tax I'll make a quick hundred racks with that wire (one mo') Then flip it and bring it back And make a few hundred stacks with that fire (one mo') Put the K roll in the Ac' I roll one and sit back because I'm waitin on a hundred units And if I don't come up off of that I'm servin the dummy pack and face the drama when I run into it (joog) Ain't nothin like us Gotta send a shout to the lifers Roll in the Camaro with the car crackers In the club poppin bottles with the swipers (one mo', one mo' drank) Shoutout to my plug Let's get it - shoutout to my shooters My shooters got shooters My hitters got hitters and they got bazookas on [Chorus]