In A Twist

[WC] 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? [Coolio] 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 [WC] Nah man f**k this, this shit sound shady as f**k You gon' f**k around and have us all stuck motherf**ker [Coolio] 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" Chorus [WC] 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 Chorus [WC] 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!" [Coolio] 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