Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Get It Twisted, artist - Foesum. Album song Perfection, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 25.03.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tommy Boy
Song language: English
Don't Get It Twisted |
| Now come to scoop me up around 10, M&M |
| Dont forget the hennessey, juice or gin |
| We bouts to take another trip so just dip in the Foe |
| I got a box of Phillies and I’m puttin em by the door |
| I’m ready to get my ride on hoppin side to side |
| Got these hoes jockin, game recognize |
| Rollin with my kinfolk, sippin on a brew |
| Spittin game to skirts, so tell em what we do |
| Now we be keepin things on the DL so we roll late |
| Dippin, while I’m sippin on some gin and some OJ |
| Leanin to the side of the ride like the G’s do |
| Layin low when you see some nobody see’s you |
| Put the mash down anytime that its called upon |
| Makin fools step aside cuz M&M and Dubb’s on |
| Regulatin thangs, so check the statistics |
| Comin at that ass, so dont get it twisted |
| Don’t get it twisted, for you’ll never see a day again |
| Don’t get it twisted, baby baby baby baby, never see a dogg again |
| Lowrider, lets get a little higher |
| Pass around the blunt and spark the fire |
| Sittin laid back in the zone |
| So I’m a take two hits then I’m a pass it on |
| Pass it here cuz I’ll be blowin more smoke than a chimney |
| And I’m bombed in cuz the Chronic just hit me |
| Creepin in a fo and the ragtop’s white |
| Flossin with Dubb hittin switches at the stop light |
| Now let me flip the tape, while we let the ass scrape |
| And pump your brakes while the Dubb illustrates |
| Somethin for the homeys puttin it down like Gs |
| Cuz thats how we do it in the LBC |
| Comin right back at that ass, makin fools pay the cost |
| Gettin things heated if its needed with the niner raw |
| Think you slow ya roll so think twice when we kicks it |
| So get it straight fool, and dont get it twisted |
| Don’t get it twisted, for you’ll never see a day again |
| Don’t get it twisted, baby baby baby, never see a dogg again |
| Now we be, runnin game on hoes like a track meet |
| Got the sounds bumpin from the trunk and the backseat |
| Holdin a grip of chips while I smoke a fat J |
| Comin up out the West Coast where the gangstas and the ballers stay |
| (hell yeah) stoppin and hoppin and droppin the Foe to the floor |
| Hittin a switch on a lips and we dippin homey cuz we like it low |
| Creepin up the block hoes jock cuz we’re on these |
| Dubb break it down for me through the eyes of a G |
| Now some of y’all niggas dont know me but you best a slow yo roll |
| Crawlin in my Chevy now I’m hittin trey wheel mo |
| Definitely for effect you know I’m down for my city |
| When I’m rollin in my ride with some drank and a Philly |
| So homey lets take a dip cuz we goin trip tonight, thats on the real |
| Here comes? |
| Locc in a Cadillac Seville |
| With the top dropped back, full of skirts, lets handle business |
| Time to get lifted, but dont get it twisted |
| Don’t get it twisted, for you’ll never see a day again |
| Don’t get it twisted, baby baby baby baby, never see a dogg again |