Twist It Up
Yo T-dawg
I'm about to smoke a fuckin' joint Mayne
I need you (Use the next two lanes to turn left on to Crenshaw Boulevard)
To roll up a bleezy or sum'n so we can smoke at the same time
Let's twist it up, let's roll it up, let's light it up, and fill your cup
Let's all get fucked up (Fucked up)
Let's twist it up, let's roll it up, let's light it up, and fill your cup
Let's all get fucked up (Fucked up)
Let's twist it up, let's roll it up, let's light it up, and fill your cup
Let's all get fucked up (Fucked up)
Let's all get fucked up (Fucked up)
Let's all get fucked up (Fucked up)
Rollin' and pullin' and puffin' in smoke, and one to the head and it's got me chokin'
Inhalin' so long that my eyes look swollen, still twistin' up, let's keep this goin'
Breakin' and bustin', lickin' and twistin', a flick of the bic and it's got me lifted
Oh my God, what the fuck is this, I'm high as a bitch, but I keep hittin'
I'm fucked up and I'm so gone, took a few shots and I was so blown
Rolled up two blunts, took 'em to the dome, if you don't smoke, you can move on
But if you blaze it up, I can match that, two fat blunts, we can pass that
Plus more of that where it comes from, I got so much fire, need a gas mask
Plus blunts the size of my finger, yeah we can play that match game
Smoke you up under the table, keep a fat sack of that gas Mayne
Can't stand the smell of smoke, then you cannot hang around me
Lost myself a while ago, in a field a greens where they found me
Let's twist it up, let's roll it up, let's light it up, and fill your cup
Let's all get fucked up (Fucked up)
Let's twist it up, let's roll it up, let's light it up, and fill your cup
Let's all get fucked up (Fucked up)
Let's twist it up, let's roll it up, let's light it up, and fill your cup
Let's all get fucked up (Fucked up)
Let's all get fucked up (Fucked up)
Let's all get fucked up (Fucked up)
I'm a be twistin' and blazin' a spliff, coughin' and chokin' while hittin' this shit
I know you be holdin', we gotta get smokin'
The med that I'm needin' just gettin' shit rollin'
Puff it and pass it, we makin' it happen, homie you know me that's how I be rappin'
Keepin' 'em clappin', the haters ain't laughin', brushin' 'em off like they ain't out attackin'
They trippin' and missin' the shit that I'm spittin', Rossi the realest the rest is bullshittin'
Fuck outta here, fuck out my face, fuck the all frauds and all of the fakes
Rossi is rockin' the Rockies, I'm reppin' the west, the air that I breathe in my chest
Blessed wit sticky that stick in my lungs, watchin' it done by the illest first son
Come wit the quickness, this is Top of Line, not touchin' the top of my mind
Man, these rhymes too hot to handle, they droppin' too fast, I'm makin' a dash
I'm a be leavin' your ass in the past, gimmie the cash, and I'm a get smashed
Gotta be tippin' and gettin' a drink that sittin' and chillin' all up in the sink
Let's twist it up, let's roll it up, let's light it up, and fill your cup
Let's all get fucked up (Fucked up)
Let's twist it up, let's roll it up, let's light it up, and fill your cup
Let's all get fucked up (Fucked up)
Let's twist it up, let's roll it up, let's light it up, and fill your cup
Let's all get fucked up (Fucked up)
Let's all get fucked up (Fucked up)
Let's all get fucked up (Fucked up)
I'm about to smoke a fuckin' joint Mayne
I need you (Use the next two lanes to turn left on to Crenshaw Boulevard)
To roll up a bleezy or sum'n so we can smoke at the same time
Let's twist it up, let's roll it up, let's light it up, and fill your cup
Let's all get fucked up (Fucked up)
Let's twist it up, let's roll it up, let's light it up, and fill your cup
Let's all get fucked up (Fucked up)
Let's twist it up, let's roll it up, let's light it up, and fill your cup
Let's all get fucked up (Fucked up)
Let's all get fucked up (Fucked up)
Let's all get fucked up (Fucked up)
Rollin' and pullin' and puffin' in smoke, and one to the head and it's got me chokin'
Inhalin' so long that my eyes look swollen, still twistin' up, let's keep this goin'
Breakin' and bustin', lickin' and twistin', a flick of the bic and it's got me lifted
Oh my God, what the fuck is this, I'm high as a bitch, but I keep hittin'
I'm fucked up and I'm so gone, took a few shots and I was so blown
Rolled up two blunts, took 'em to the dome, if you don't smoke, you can move on
But if you blaze it up, I can match that, two fat blunts, we can pass that
Plus more of that where it comes from, I got so much fire, need a gas mask
Plus blunts the size of my finger, yeah we can play that match game
Smoke you up under the table, keep a fat sack of that gas Mayne
Can't stand the smell of smoke, then you cannot hang around me
Lost myself a while ago, in a field a greens where they found me
Let's twist it up, let's roll it up, let's light it up, and fill your cup
Let's all get fucked up (Fucked up)
Let's twist it up, let's roll it up, let's light it up, and fill your cup
Let's all get fucked up (Fucked up)
Let's twist it up, let's roll it up, let's light it up, and fill your cup
Let's all get fucked up (Fucked up)
Let's all get fucked up (Fucked up)
Let's all get fucked up (Fucked up)
I'm a be twistin' and blazin' a spliff, coughin' and chokin' while hittin' this shit
I know you be holdin', we gotta get smokin'
The med that I'm needin' just gettin' shit rollin'
Puff it and pass it, we makin' it happen, homie you know me that's how I be rappin'
Keepin' 'em clappin', the haters ain't laughin', brushin' 'em off like they ain't out attackin'
They trippin' and missin' the shit that I'm spittin', Rossi the realest the rest is bullshittin'
Fuck outta here, fuck out my face, fuck the all frauds and all of the fakes
Rossi is rockin' the Rockies, I'm reppin' the west, the air that I breathe in my chest
Blessed wit sticky that stick in my lungs, watchin' it done by the illest first son
Come wit the quickness, this is Top of Line, not touchin' the top of my mind
Man, these rhymes too hot to handle, they droppin' too fast, I'm makin' a dash
I'm a be leavin' your ass in the past, gimmie the cash, and I'm a get smashed
Gotta be tippin' and gettin' a drink that sittin' and chillin' all up in the sink
Let's twist it up, let's roll it up, let's light it up, and fill your cup
Let's all get fucked up (Fucked up)
Let's twist it up, let's roll it up, let's light it up, and fill your cup
Let's all get fucked up (Fucked up)
Let's twist it up, let's roll it up, let's light it up, and fill your cup
Let's all get fucked up (Fucked up)
Let's all get fucked up (Fucked up)
Let's all get fucked up (Fucked up)
Credits
Writer(s): Edwin Gonzalez Ii
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