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In A Twist Lyrics

You niggaz can't fade this nutty-a*s cutthroat Maad Circle villain
Leanin, scheamin in the Gremlin
Sippin on Mak Duk, on my way to Compton
to pick this nigga Coolio up
Two ski masks, on my left a nine
Nigga on my breath, money on my mind (yeah)
You god damn right motherf**ker it's on again
Coolio what's the plan?
It's a motherf**kin come up, nigga load ya gun up
It's gonna be a stick-up, came up on the liquor
You know that bitch that I used to f**k -- named Theresa
(Yeah nigga, with the big a*s butt)
Well her brother was a client of mine
Drive some turnaround trips back and forth to Vegas part time (yeah)
Well anyway I got a caper (uh)
And if we pull it off right we can come up on a stack of paper
Here go the plan: me, you, and him
cause the nigga drivin the bus is down with us
Call Crazy Toones and tell him to give you a ride
and drop you off on Manchester and Broadway, at half past five
Since old people don't trust young niggaz none
you gotta be disguised like a senior citizen
Don't worry about escape cause it's OK
I'll be chillin close behind all the motherf**kin way loc
And I don't wanna see you act up
but if anybody trip you better handle that shit
Nah man f**k this, this shit sound shady as f**k
You gon' f**k around and have us all stuck motherf**ker
Quit actin like a hoe, and go get yo' fo'-fo' nigga
and let's make some dough, check this:
Nuttin plus nuttin equal none
Fool grab the motherf**kin money and run
[WC] Right come on
Chorus: WC
Diamond in the back, sun roof cracked
Tank on E, niggaz low on cash, oohh-woo
(some R&B sample) "Straight jackin"
So now it's goin accordin to plan
I'm on the back of the bus dressed like a senior citizen
Sittin on a bus full of old motherf**kers
Wavin they bibles singin, "I love Jesus!"
And now my concious is f**kin with me
cause I'm about to rob the entire gospel choir
And I ain't askin no questions
Whoever don't reply, I'm sendin em hollow point blessings
Cause I was told at seven on the dot
No matter the spot, to execute the plot
And my watch read 6:59
So aww shucky ducky, quack quack it's yo' time
Hands in the motherf**kin air! *pop pop pop*
This is a jack nigga, and I'm startin from the back
Necklaces, anklets to bracelets
to the Rolexes, I'm takin all they shit, huh
I had em shakin, steady fadin, money breakin
fillin my bag up with bacon
Lookin out the window at Coolio
yellin out a car on the side of the bus, "Nigga c'mon!"
Yo, we gon' handle this loc
I told him like Janet Jackson, I had it under control
But really I was bein greedy takin too long
So peep the next verse but first the chorus of song goes
Standin in the middle of the aisle
A rag full of papes and jewelry, bout to make my escape
Coolio wavin, "C'mon nigga hurry up
before one-time swoop, and you get us all stuck!"
Aight so now I'm on my way to the front
Bus driver, pull to the side or I might have to dump
He was down with us on our shady operation
So he pulled the bus over with no hesitation
But that's when the drama kicked in
"Motherf**ker take that!" *blam* Damn I got shot in the back
Looked up and who did I see?
This bitch-made a*s bus driver puttin slugs in Dub C
Twistin afflicted, burnin like syphillis
Lookin at death and I'm coughin up flesh
Ran to the car, "Coolio I've been hit" "Huh?"
"I told you the shit sound like a motherf**kin twist!"
Wait, what's wrong, what the f**k GOIN ON?!
This nigga must be trippin, we gon' have to kill him
[WC] Cool here come nigga grab your gun
[Coolio] Alright, I'm gonna have me some fun
Forty-four in the right hand, nine in the left
So I put twelve rounds in his motherf**kin chest
I don't know if it's yo' birthday, but bitch here's yo' gift
That's what you get for the twist, yea
Chorus 2X
[WC] Maad Circle nigga

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