Don't Get It Twisted

(álbum: Fahrenheit 1/15 Part II: Revenge Of The Nerds - 2006)

"Neeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrdd!"

Westside, Baby
What's good?
I'm only gonna do this once, man
Once
Till the album come
So, check it out

From the M-A...D-I to the S to the O-N
Po'in, to getcha open
Move like a nigga's supposed to get the dough
It'll go with the flow that I'm holding
Joe'n'em, they owning up up on enough
Stay in the zone, that I go in
That I go in, when I go in and go in
Of the po'ins, and the rope man
Crucial conflict was smoking
But a nigga like me, I don't be choking
So I proceed at low speed, low key
Like a OG in a '03 Loc-ing
Rolling, like a OZ in a B-league
Both pins, like a bowling ball when I ball
But I never fall for the oki-doking
White walls, with the slow-speed motion
Stash-box for the police poking
Rolie showin, shorty showin, Hokey Poking
Turnin it around with me to bust em down cuz they know he golden
Exactly
I'm in it from the minute I was in it till the minute
That I spit it and it's finished
And it's sad for me
Until the second wind, and reinvent it with a vengeance
Revisit and make 'em give it
Back to me

All right, that's all you get
I'm done
You know what I'm sayin'?
And the streets where they traffic me
Nigga what