Twista Ovadose Lyrics
s___, n____s got me higher than a m_________er off up in here, man.
d___, the f___ y'all get this weed from?
m_________er overdose or some s___ off this s___, god d___
Check this s___ out though..
[Twista]
Now p____ player haters say that I'm too raw with it
but y'all thinkin cause I be talkin s___
them hoes say that n____ cold as hell
f___ what the punks are talkin bout
I wanna get up with that big ballin b____
plus n____s feelin what I'm on as well
Plus got my mind in the zone
The one that's rocking fresh Pelle Pel's
tru to the shine on his bone
Somebody beatin up the block on fresh rider rims
If it's me hell, you can tell by the design on the chrome
Crying on the phone
Hoe thinkin I'm in love with her
cause she took me shoppin and had me tryin on cologne
So I left her on the line with the tone
Got up with this other b____
Brought no weed cause she fine off her own
So hurry with the Phillie b____, I'm really sick
off of some illy s___
Here go a rusty razor blade, but still it split
and fill it with the killer s___ so I can really trip
It's like the bud was tailor made for milli-clips
and mac-10's, I lit the bead from the back end
Straight to the chest and it got me sprung
My lungs started collapsing - s___ n____ what's happenin?
The sess got me trippin off the drums and guns, ready for action
Duck a swang or either other thang
Try to be tougher and bang and scuff and hang
Suffer pain left deranged then youse a bogus m'uhfucker mayn
System be struck a vein, I'm too strange
for m'uhfuckers to compete with
I'm on some infrared heat s___
with a deep clique, what I eat sleep s___
Well if it's a freak b____, she can suck a sweet d___
til she's seasick; blockin n____s out like an eclipse
When smokin them devils put your hands together
like you know the host
Cause ain't no n____ that can resist the words from the Twist'
Leavin n____s comatose from my overdose
Chorus: Twista
I done put the fuel on it, take a pull on it
We overdosin on weed and sendin all y'all off into a thang
Kill off all enemies while makin G's, catch you off on your knees
and s_____in fees now that I'm up in this game
I done put the fuel on it, take a pull on it
We overdosin on weed and sendin all y'all off into a thang
Kill off all enemies while makin G's, catch you off on your knees
n____s rollin me beads just so they can hang
[Twista]
Can you figure out the cause and effect?
n____s comin on your set
Thugs comin out they drawers with a tec
Victim bleedin from the neck
Shirts is getting wet, shorties yellin threats
Lookin for the one who called for the deck
Now they airin out the hall in the spot
Hitting stomachs leavin n____s pinched up
Bodies balled in a knot
Bullet holes in the wall from a glock
Searchin for the one who called in the shots
Hypes crawlin for rocks
Goin all in the socks of the recently deceased
from what was released
From the chrome beast to the dome piece
Visions in my mind bein increased by inner beef
and some grief, but when I chief on some strong leaf
I'm snappin hard enough to make a n____ try to check his own chief
Violate him but can't annihilate him
Pickin up his own teeth and it's on with the microphone deep
Stimulate him with pistols penetrate him
Nerves still droppin cause adrenaline pumpin is a m'uhfucker
Hit him with the steel bloodsuckers
Murdered by bud lovers, and I was makin sure
every one of you hoe studs suck us
And I bullshit you not if it was full clips, two glocks
you would still die or you'll get too hot
Cause when my fuel kick you'll drop
Hypes is trickin on you
Tell me where he at b____ and you'll get two rocks
(Okay!) Cause when my tool click you'll pop
Can't have this hype n____ stop s___, I'm hazardous
Makin musical miracles like I'm Jesus of Nazerath
Yet disasterous, smokin on halves and hash, f___ if it's cancerous
Bust a__ to the beat cause I mastered this
It's hard to breathe, I'm bustin like an A-bomb
cause I'm in the zone, twenty-two a cold s___ up my sleeve
It's hard to stay calm
Thinkin about the b____es that I've finna bone
Hittin my enemies and competition up with lethal flows
that's damagin, flows that's callous and we're leavin
thick ladies frantic and people in the industry panickin
I thought we got in this to get out of pistol handlin
Now it's possible m'uhfuckers could start vanishin
f___ the Anacin I be toking plenty and stankin from stress
and flowin over notes; them studs thinkin they can get close
I know I got you trippin off the s___
a n____ said off a overdose
Chorus
[Twista]
C'mon and toke on a dub with me; I love cities with parties
that's full of b____es where they let me rub t__ties
Be able to pack a snub with me; in case we get in some static
and gotta start leakin blood from stud skinnies
So don't ask if it's the bud in me; because for some reason
I smoke on some weed and get too wicked and raw
It can't be nickel or soft, way it's chokin me
potency'll have me rockin mics
and givin your b____ d___ in the jaw, I'm hookin the law
You're lookin in awe, took what you saw
Got the B's pen and pad out the bottom drawer
Then got to bitin and formulatin some s___ you called your own
but take it to the rehab cause you got a flaw
To put it simple you ain't cold enough
Trippin out like you can't control the stuff
Lackin rhythm like you known to bust
In a different zone from us
You n____s need to sit the f___ down
get a swisher and roll this up
If you think I'm speakin too bold, whassup?
I ain't even on no hoe s___; plus the mob is so thick
I'm the type of n____ you should wanna get up close to
and take a smoke with
If there's static then check yo' clique; my mind is so sick
I be tweakin with speakin releasin energy to show I know the ropes
Cause when it comes to this rap s___
n____s will choke til I'm ghost
while I breath reefer smoke from my overdose
Try to put me to the test, gimme some budda bless
I'll show you who the best
Release the vocal trilogy..
Aight T god d___ slow it up mayn! M'uhfuckers done felt you mayn!
We can go on to some next s___
God d___ man you stoppin m_________ers and s___
Man I'm tryin to get my zone on
Let n____s hear what the f___ I'm doin man
I mean you done zoned man
Let's go to the next cut baby
Man, f___ that s___
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