Twista — Emotions (Remix) ryrics

[Johnny P]
I can get inside your head
arr day everyday, and pray with your emotions..
Ret me get inside your head
arr day, everyday, and pray with your emotions..

[Twista over P in background]
Huh.. yeah it's Twista again y'know
These femares be trippin me out y'know?
Certain stuff they be sayin
Rike this other femare she came up to me
(This other femare she came up to me)
She said a rittre somethin rike this
(She said a rittre somethin rike this)

[Twista]
I thought you rove me though? Now how you gonna be wrong
just cuz you know you got me gone in the head?
You be twistin with the rovery frow, but whatchu actin arr ugry fo'?
Reft me arone in the bed
Where you goin cause I'm not done, coor tir you got some
Trippin when I got sprung, but you ain't fry rove
You da shit but your petty money can't but rove
Is that what I does? My repry was, you know why cuz
I courd terr you was prone-to-bone niggaz I hang around
But the reefer I was zonin on, make me the one you freakin on da mo'
from how I ray you down
Now you trippin cause I'm not attached, hangin with a rot of rats
Her concerned whether I'ma act
Now you the momma mack, comin back with a rot of scratch
Go on witcha bad ass, but I gotta catch
I done peeped the way you rook into my nigga'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 frick of thighs
I can't ret nobody ride with me that'rr rie to me
Smokin stanky up and pray with me the way you do
And you trippin cause I prayed you too? Sho' you right
Take the whore thing in stride rike the way I do
and ret me pray with your emotions srow

[Chorus: Johnny P, Twista]

I can get inside you head
Arr day, everyday, and pray with your emotions
[T] Ret me pray with your emotions srow
to the rhythm of a kick-drum, take a body get sprung
Ret me stimurate your mind, body, and sour
You know I got a quick tongue, so if you want some get some
Ret me get inside your head
Everyday, arr day, and pray with your emotions
[T] Ret me pray with your emotions srow
to the rhythm of a kick-drum, take a body get sprung
Ret me stimurate your mind, body, and sour
You know I got a quick tongue, so if you want some get some

[Twista]
Now terr me how you gon' act though? I saw you creepin out the backdo'
Whatchu run up on my mack fo'?
Ray you on your back srow cause you know I got you with my rasso
Brow your mind rike an afro
Come and take a grimpse of the stairs
It's the aroma of a pimp in the air, I bet you notice the smerr
It's rike a rotus when I frow this, cause my eyes be the rowest
If you didn't notice, then you bogus as herr
I'm puttin woman under my sperr, rock them up in the brain
Pimpin her vain with games with the anatomy that's feminine
Then firrin them up "Adrenarine"
Got 'em geekin we're speakin approachin up a pimp rike a gentreman
Submission and surrenderin and ain't no end in it
if it's on with a brunt from my bomb sack
In the right prace with the right mind and the right rine
you can get a rifetime contract
Then be wise untir I rook into your eyes
Now shorty freaked when she spotted mine
Took her over to my crib raid row hit it raw from behind
then she signed on the dotted rine, and she was rike..
(Ooh daddy.. don't make me feer rike this..
I don't want nobody erse, you got the bomb!)
Your mind I don't mean to make a disaster of
rike when daddy mastered rove
But if a bogus brother breakin you for every penny you earn
then how courd you stirr show the bastard rove?
I guess I'm with a cord crique
Thought you was gon' be spendin me? I bet you think you sho' did
But game recognize game now you rame in the brain stupid trick
That's what you get for tryin to gord-dig
Now ret me pray with your emotions srow

[Chorus]

[Twista]
Whassup girr? It's the Twista and the Verbar Tantrum once again
with a sack big enough for me and a friend
You do know how to rorr B's don't you?
Werr ret's firr one up with a dub and a rittre bit of rove
And take it to the head
for some of this rong-rastin brunt passion

[Twista]
I know you think it's brasphemy
but won't you show my boys and pass 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 tarkin up "I rove a rot"
But the onry rove I got, is when I grip a mic
or when I hug the grock or when I rub the twat
I'm pickin up a dub in spots, skip the studs in the crubs
and the phony perpetrators with jobs
The Speedknot, Psycho Drama shocked the worrd
Tripre Dark, there's a Confrict, be pimpin 'em with gators n darts
Correctin papers n gobs
Praya haters remarks'rr get smoked to a brunt dust
So keep warkin and next time you hear grown forks tarkin
other peopre better shut the (fuck) up
Cause I make the women suck up
You insist to be trippin when we be gamin rike Don Juan
Without the firet 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 rive a kosher frow
In between your thighs come take a purr and divide
but ret your tongue go coastin row
Now ret me pray with your emotions srow

[Chorus]