Emotions (Remix) Lyrics
| Song | Emotions (Remix) |
| Artist | Twista |
| Album | Adrenaline Rush |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I can get inside your head | |
| All day everyday, and play with your emotions.. | |
| Let me get inside your head | |
| All day, everyday, and play with your emotions.. | |
| [twista over p in background] | |
| Huh.. yeah it's twista again y'know | |
| These females be trippin me out y'know? | |
| Certain stuff they be sayin | |
| Like this other female she came up to me | |
| (this other female she came up to me) | |
| She said a little somethin like this | |
| (she said a little somethin like this) | |
| [twista] | |
| I thought you love me though? now how you gonna be wrong | |
| Just cuz you know you got me gone in the head? | |
| You be twistin with the lovely flow, but whatchu actin all ugly fo'? | |
| Left me alone in the bed | |
| Where you goin cause i'm not done, cool til you got some | |
| Trippin when i got sprung, but you ain't fly love | |
| You da shit but your petty money can't but love | |
| Is that what i does? my reply was, you know why cuz | |
| I could tell 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 lay you down | |
| Now you trippin cause i'm not attached, hangin with a lot of rats | |
| Her concerned whether i'ma act | |
| Now you the momma mack, comin back with a lot of scratch | |
| Go on witcha bad ass, but i gotta catch | |
| I done peeped the way you look 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 flick of thighs | |
| I can't let nobody ride with me that'll lie to me | |
| Smokin stanky up and play with me the way you do | |
| And you trippin cause i played you too? sho' you right | |
| Take the whole thing in stride like the way i do | |
| And let me play with your emotions slow | |
| Chorus: johnny p, twista | |
| I can get inside you head | |
| All day, everyday, and play with your emotions | |
| [t] let me play with your emotions slow | |
| To the rhythm of a kick-drum, take a body get sprung | |
| Let me stimulate your mind, body, and soul | |
| You know i got a quick tongue, so if you want some get some | |
| Let me get inside your head | |
| Everyday, all day, and play with your emotions | |
| [t] let me play with your emotions slow | |
| To the rhythm of a kick-drum, take a body get sprung | |
| Let me stimulate your mind, body, and soul | |
| You know i got a quick tongue, so if you want some get some | |
| [twista] | |
| Now tell me how you gon' act though? i saw you creepin out the backdo' | |
| Whatchu run up on my mack fo'? | |
| Lay you on your back slow cause you know i got you with my lasso | |
| Blow your mind like an afro | |
| Come and take a glimpse of the stairs | |
| It's the aroma of a pimp in the air, i bet you notice the smell | |
| It's like a lotus when i flow this, cause my eyes be the lowest | |
| If you didn't notice, then you bogus as hell | |
| I'm puttin woman under my spell, lock them up in the brain | |
| Pimpin her vain with games with the anatomy that's feminine | |
| Then fillin them up "adrenaline" | |
| Got 'em geekin we're speakin approachin up a pimp like a gentleman | |
| Submission and surrenderin and ain't no end in it | |
| If it's on with a blunt from my bomb sack | |
| In the right place with the right mind and the right line | |
| You can get a lifetime contract | |
| Then be wise until i look into your eyes | |
| Now shorty freaked when she spotted mine | |
| Took her over to my crib laid low hit it raw from behind | |
| Then she signed on the dotted line, and she was like.. | |
| (ooh daddy.. don't make me feel like this.. | |
| I don't want nobody else, you got the bomb!) | |
| Your mind i don't mean to make a disaster of | |
| Like when daddy mastered love | |
| But if a bogus brother breakin you for every penny you earn | |
| Then how could you still show the bastard love? | |
| I guess i'm with a cold clique | |
| Thought you was gon' be spendin me? i bet you think you sho' did | |
| But game recognize game now you lame in the brain stupid trick | |
| That's what you get for tryin to gold-dig | |
| Now let me play with your emotions slow | |
| Chorus | |
| [twista] | |
| Whassup girl? it's the twista and the verbal tantrum once again | |
| With a sack big enough for me and a friend | |
| You do know how to roll b's don't you? | |
| Well let's fill one up with a dub and a little bit of love | |
| And take it to the head | |
| For some of this long-lastin blunt passion | |
| [twista] | |
| I know you think it's blasphemy | |
| 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 talkin up "i love a lot" | |
| But the only love i got, is when i grip a mic | |
| Or when i hug the glock or when i rub the twat | |
| I'm pickin up a dub in spots, skip the studs in the clubs | |
| And the phony perpetrators with jobs | |
| The speedknot, psycho drama shocked the world | |
| Triple dark, there's a conflict, be pimpin 'em with gators n darts | |
| Collectin papers n gobs | |
| Playa haters remarks'll get smoked to a blunt dust | |
| So keep walkin and next time you hear grown folks talkin | |
| Other people better shut the (fuck) up | |
| Cause i make the women suck up | |
| You insist to be trippin when we be gamin like don juan | |
| Without the filet 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 live a kosher flow | |
| In between your thighs come take a pull and divide | |
| But let your tongue go coastin low | |
| Now let me play with your emotions slow | |
| Chorus |
| I can get inside your head | |
| All day everyday, and play with your emotions.. | |
| Let me get inside your head | |
| All day, everyday, and play with your emotions.. | |
| twista over p in background | |
| Huh.. yeah it' s twista again y' know | |
| These females be trippin me out y' know? | |
| Certain stuff they be sayin | |
| Like this other female she came up to me | |
| this other female she came up to me | |
| She said a little somethin like this | |
| she said a little somethin like this | |
| twista | |
| I thought you love me though? now how you gonna be wrong | |
| Just cuz you know you got me gone in the head? | |
| You be twistin with the lovely flow, but whatchu actin all ugly fo'? | |
| Left me alone in the bed | |
| Where you goin cause i' m not done, cool til you got some | |
| Trippin when i got sprung, but you ain' t fly love | |
| You da shit but your petty money can' t but love | |
| Is that what i does? my reply was, you know why cuz | |
| I could tell you was pronetobone niggaz i hang around | |
| But the reefer i was zonin on, make me the one you freakin on da mo' | |
| From how i lay you down | |
| Now you trippin cause i' m not attached, hangin with a lot of rats | |
| Her concerned whether i' ma act | |
| Now you the momma mack, comin back with a lot of scratch | |
| Go on witcha bad ass, but i gotta catch | |
| I done peeped the way you look into my nigga' s eyes | |
| I done recognized that i won' t be hypnotized | |
| Criticized, no more inner cries, now i' m energized | |
| With my eyes on the prize just a flick of thighs | |
| I can' t let nobody ride with me that' ll lie to me | |
| Smokin stanky up and play with me the way you do | |
| And you trippin cause i played you too? sho' you right | |
| Take the whole thing in stride like the way i do | |
| And let me play with your emotions slow | |
| Chorus: johnny p, twista | |
| I can get inside you head | |
| All day, everyday, and play with your emotions | |
| t let me play with your emotions slow | |
| To the rhythm of a kickdrum, take a body get sprung | |
| Let me stimulate your mind, body, and soul | |
| You know i got a quick tongue, so if you want some get some | |
| Let me get inside your head | |
| Everyday, all day, and play with your emotions | |
| t let me play with your emotions slow | |
| To the rhythm of a kickdrum, take a body get sprung | |
| Let me stimulate your mind, body, and soul | |
| You know i got a quick tongue, so if you want some get some | |
| twista | |
| Now tell me how you gon' act though? i saw you creepin out the backdo' | |
| Whatchu run up on my mack fo'? | |
| Lay you on your back slow cause you know i got you with my lasso | |
| Blow your mind like an afro | |
| Come and take a glimpse of the stairs | |
| It' s the aroma of a pimp in the air, i bet you notice the smell | |
| It' s like a lotus when i flow this, cause my eyes be the lowest | |
| If you didn' t notice, then you bogus as hell | |
| I' m puttin woman under my spell, lock them up in the brain | |
| Pimpin her vain with games with the anatomy that' s feminine | |
| Then fillin them up " adrenaline" | |
| Got ' em geekin we' re speakin approachin up a pimp like a gentleman | |
| Submission and surrenderin and ain' t no end in it | |
| If it' s on with a blunt from my bomb sack | |
| In the right place with the right mind and the right line | |
| You can get a lifetime contract | |
| Then be wise until i look into your eyes | |
| Now shorty freaked when she spotted mine | |
| Took her over to my crib laid low hit it raw from behind | |
| Then she signed on the dotted line, and she was like.. | |
| ooh daddy.. don' t make me feel like this.. | |
| I don' t want nobody else, you got the bomb! | |
| Your mind i don' t mean to make a disaster of | |
| Like when daddy mastered love | |
| But if a bogus brother breakin you for every penny you earn | |
| Then how could you still show the bastard love? | |
| I guess i' m with a cold clique | |
| Thought you was gon' be spendin me? i bet you think you sho' did | |
| But game recognize game now you lame in the brain stupid trick | |
| That' s what you get for tryin to golddig | |
| Now let me play with your emotions slow | |
| Chorus | |
| twista | |
| Whassup girl? it' s the twista and the verbal tantrum once again | |
| With a sack big enough for me and a friend | |
| You do know how to roll b' s don' t you? | |
| Well let' s fill one up with a dub and a little bit of love | |
| And take it to the head | |
| For some of this longlastin blunt passion | |
| twista | |
| I know you think it' s blasphemy | |
| 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 talkin up " i love a lot" | |
| But the only love i got, is when i grip a mic | |
| Or when i hug the glock or when i rub the twat | |
| I' m pickin up a dub in spots, skip the studs in the clubs | |
| And the phony perpetrators with jobs | |
| The speedknot, psycho drama shocked the world | |
| Triple dark, there' s a conflict, be pimpin ' em with gators n darts | |
| Collectin papers n gobs | |
| Playa haters remarks' ll get smoked to a blunt dust | |
| So keep walkin and next time you hear grown folks talkin | |
| Other people better shut the fuck up | |
| Cause i make the women suck up | |
| You insist to be trippin when we be gamin like don juan | |
| Without the filet 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 live a kosher flow | |
| In between your thighs come take a pull and divide | |
| But let your tongue go coastin low | |
| Now let me play with your emotions slow | |
| Chorus |
| I can get inside your head | |
| All day everyday, and play with your emotions.. | |
| Let me get inside your head | |
| All day, everyday, and play with your emotions.. | |
| twista over p in background | |
| Huh.. yeah it' s twista again y' know | |
| These females be trippin me out y' know? | |
| Certain stuff they be sayin | |
| Like this other female she came up to me | |
| this other female she came up to me | |
| She said a little somethin like this | |
| she said a little somethin like this | |
| twista | |
| I thought you love me though? now how you gonna be wrong | |
| Just cuz you know you got me gone in the head? | |
| You be twistin with the lovely flow, but whatchu actin all ugly fo'? | |
| Left me alone in the bed | |
| Where you goin cause i' m not done, cool til you got some | |
| Trippin when i got sprung, but you ain' t fly love | |
| You da shit but your petty money can' t but love | |
| Is that what i does? my reply was, you know why cuz | |
| I could tell you was pronetobone niggaz i hang around | |
| But the reefer i was zonin on, make me the one you freakin on da mo' | |
| From how i lay you down | |
| Now you trippin cause i' m not attached, hangin with a lot of rats | |
| Her concerned whether i' ma act | |
| Now you the momma mack, comin back with a lot of scratch | |
| Go on witcha bad ass, but i gotta catch | |
| I done peeped the way you look into my nigga' s eyes | |
| I done recognized that i won' t be hypnotized | |
| Criticized, no more inner cries, now i' m energized | |
| With my eyes on the prize just a flick of thighs | |
| I can' t let nobody ride with me that' ll lie to me | |
| Smokin stanky up and play with me the way you do | |
| And you trippin cause i played you too? sho' you right | |
| Take the whole thing in stride like the way i do | |
| And let me play with your emotions slow | |
| Chorus: johnny p, twista | |
| I can get inside you head | |
| All day, everyday, and play with your emotions | |
| t let me play with your emotions slow | |
| To the rhythm of a kickdrum, take a body get sprung | |
| Let me stimulate your mind, body, and soul | |
| You know i got a quick tongue, so if you want some get some | |
| Let me get inside your head | |
| Everyday, all day, and play with your emotions | |
| t let me play with your emotions slow | |
| To the rhythm of a kickdrum, take a body get sprung | |
| Let me stimulate your mind, body, and soul | |
| You know i got a quick tongue, so if you want some get some | |
| twista | |
| Now tell me how you gon' act though? i saw you creepin out the backdo' | |
| Whatchu run up on my mack fo'? | |
| Lay you on your back slow cause you know i got you with my lasso | |
| Blow your mind like an afro | |
| Come and take a glimpse of the stairs | |
| It' s the aroma of a pimp in the air, i bet you notice the smell | |
| It' s like a lotus when i flow this, cause my eyes be the lowest | |
| If you didn' t notice, then you bogus as hell | |
| I' m puttin woman under my spell, lock them up in the brain | |
| Pimpin her vain with games with the anatomy that' s feminine | |
| Then fillin them up " adrenaline" | |
| Got ' em geekin we' re speakin approachin up a pimp like a gentleman | |
| Submission and surrenderin and ain' t no end in it | |
| If it' s on with a blunt from my bomb sack | |
| In the right place with the right mind and the right line | |
| You can get a lifetime contract | |
| Then be wise until i look into your eyes | |
| Now shorty freaked when she spotted mine | |
| Took her over to my crib laid low hit it raw from behind | |
| Then she signed on the dotted line, and she was like.. | |
| ooh daddy.. don' t make me feel like this.. | |
| I don' t want nobody else, you got the bomb! | |
| Your mind i don' t mean to make a disaster of | |
| Like when daddy mastered love | |
| But if a bogus brother breakin you for every penny you earn | |
| Then how could you still show the bastard love? | |
| I guess i' m with a cold clique | |
| Thought you was gon' be spendin me? i bet you think you sho' did | |
| But game recognize game now you lame in the brain stupid trick | |
| That' s what you get for tryin to golddig | |
| Now let me play with your emotions slow | |
| Chorus | |
| twista | |
| Whassup girl? it' s the twista and the verbal tantrum once again | |
| With a sack big enough for me and a friend | |
| You do know how to roll b' s don' t you? | |
| Well let' s fill one up with a dub and a little bit of love | |
| And take it to the head | |
| For some of this longlastin blunt passion | |
| twista | |
| I know you think it' s blasphemy | |
| 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 talkin up " i love a lot" | |
| But the only love i got, is when i grip a mic | |
| Or when i hug the glock or when i rub the twat | |
| I' m pickin up a dub in spots, skip the studs in the clubs | |
| And the phony perpetrators with jobs | |
| The speedknot, psycho drama shocked the world | |
| Triple dark, there' s a conflict, be pimpin ' em with gators n darts | |
| Collectin papers n gobs | |
| Playa haters remarks' ll get smoked to a blunt dust | |
| So keep walkin and next time you hear grown folks talkin | |
| Other people better shut the fuck up | |
| Cause i make the women suck up | |
| You insist to be trippin when we be gamin like don juan | |
| Without the filet 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 live a kosher flow | |
| In between your thighs come take a pull and divide | |
| But let your tongue go coastin low | |
| Now let me play with your emotions slow | |
| Chorus |
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