Emotions

[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 ho 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' [Hook: repeat 2X] [Johnny P in background: let me playyyyy, with your emotions] (Let me play with your) emotions ho 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 ho, 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 afro Come 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 ho 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 [Hook] 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 ho 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 ho 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 [Hook]