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featuring Johnny P 

[Johnny P] Let me play with your emotions 

Verse One: Twista 

Well a motherfucker could never control me  only squeeze me and hold me 
That's what the hoe came up and told me 
Now is she bold G? But in my mouth is where the gold be 
Cause I be pimpin her like Goldie 
Gotta get paid in this age my fingers ain't made 
just to be choppin up confetti with  if it's already thick 
you better study nigga if you ain't with it you can get it 
cause I ain't even on that petty shit 
So who the fuck do I competi with? 
The rhythm I kick, is like a rhythmly-wicked-arith-a-metic 
Pick em up quick and then give em the dick, thinkin I'm innocent 
They up in the mall shoppin for me pickin a fit 
I got them heffer's nose red 
and when we get in the bed, I be leavin em with rose legs 
Stuffin that made em wanna pose dead 
but you already got em until you get up in them hoes head 
I don't mean to sound bogus or nothin 
but it's the bomb when I be havin them cuties thinkin 
I'm in love with em, when I'm rubbin em 
Be gettin pub with em, in a club with em 
Smokin dub with em, huggin em, freakin in the tub with em 
After gettin paid from her she ain't trippin 
cause she know she got what she paid for 
She honor my name, I gotta tame, here it go 
Now we speakin with the game on ways to make mo' 

Chorus: repeat 2X 

[Johnny P in background: let me playyyyy, with your emotions] 
(Let me play with your) emotions hoe 
To the rhythm of a hi-hat, take a puff and lie back 
Let me stimulate your mind, body and soul, I know you want to try that 
Now motherfucker can you buy that... 
Tell me baby can you buy that 
I got you under my complete control, you know it's worth more than 
diamonds and gold, now don't be bogus and deny that 

Verse Two: Twista 

Now how the fuck you gon' act hoe, I saw you creepin out the back do' 
What you runnin from a mack fo'? Lay you on your back slow 
cause you know I got you with my lasso 
Blow your mind like a afroCome and take a glimpse of the stairs 
it's the aroma of a pimp in the air, I betcha notice the smell 
It's like a lotus when I flow dis, cause my eyes be the lowest 
if you didn't notice then you bogus as hell 
I'm puttin women under my spell, like I'm up in their brain 
pumpin their vein with game for the anatomy that's feminine 
They're fillin em up with adrenaline, got em geekin 
we're speakin approachin up a pimp like a gentleman 
Submission is surrenderin, it ain't no endin if it's on 
with a blunt from the bomb side 
In the right place, with the right mind and the right line 
you can get a lifetime contract 
They be wise until they look into your eyes 
a shorty freaked when she spotted mine 
Took her over to my crib, lay low, hit her off from behind 
then she signed on the dotted-line, the hoe was like 
"Oooohh Daddy... why you doin me like this? 
I'd do anything to be with you, you got me gone in the head" 
Ya mind, I don't mean to make a disaster up 
like my Dad to master love 
But if a motherfucker breakin you for every penny you earn 
then how could you still show the bastard love? 
I guess it's cause I'm cold, shit 
Thought you was gon' be spendin me I betcha think you sho' did 
but game recognize game, now you lame in the brain 
Stupid bitch that's what you get for tryin to gold dig, now 

Chorus 

Yeah, this be Hype, the Verbal Tantrum 
Kickin it with my man Twista 
If you should suck my soul 
I should make your funky emotions 
Nothin is good unless you play with it 
Play with me baby 

Verse Three: Twista 

I know you think it's blasphemy 
but won't you give up when she ask for me? After he passed the beat 
Since you said I was your Magesty, I had to see 
and when you get paid, there is some cash for me, is it a tragedy 
that I can get her so gone, the hoe be trippin talkin up her love a lot 
But the only love I got, is when I'm grippin like I wanna hug the Glock 
or when I rub the twat, or pickin up a dub at spots 
Fuck the hoe thugs, the clubs, and the phony perpetrators with dimes 
The speed knots match voo-Do or Die, Psycho Drama, Crucial Conflict 
Be pimpin with em gators and dons, collect the papers and dolls 
Player haters remarks will get smoked to a blunt dust 
Sso keep walkin the next time you hear grown folks talkin 
motherfuckers betta shut the fuck up, cause we make the women suck up 
You insist to be trippin while we be gamin like Don Juan 
What up the filet minion, the grey poupon 
them hoes are staked to charm, because we make the bomb 
Now I don't mean no harm, but either come on in or get on gone 
and let me pull my pouch of snuff 
In between your thighs, come take a pull and vibe 
and let your tongue go coastin low, now 

Chorus

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