[Johnny P] Let me play with your emotions
    [Verse One: Twista]
    Well a motherfucker could never control me, only squeeze me and hold me
  That's what the hoe came up and told me
  Now is she bold G? But in my mouth is where the gold be
  Cause I be pimpin her like Goldie
  Gotta get paid in this age my fingers ain't made
  just to be choppin up confetti with, if it's already thick
  you better study nigga if you ain't with it you can get it
  cause I ain't even on that petty shit
  So who the fuck do I competi with?
  The rhythm I kick, is like a rhythmly-wicked-arith-a-metic
  Pick em up quick and then give em the dick, thinkin I'm innocent
  They up in the mall shoppin for me pickin a fit
  I got them heffer's nose red
  and when we get in the bed, I be leavin em with rose legs
  Stuffin that made em wanna pose dead
  but you already got em until you get up in them hoes head
  I don't mean to sound bogus or nothin
  but it's the bomb when I be havin them cuties thinkin
  I'm in love with em, when I'm rubbin em
  Be gettin pub with em, in a club with em
  Smokin dub with em, huggin em, freakin in the tub with em
  After gettin paid from her she ain't trippin
  cause she know she got what she paid for
  She honor my name, I gotta tame, here it go
  Now we speakin with the game on ways to make mo'
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    [Johnny P in background:] let me playyyyy, with your emotions
  (Let me play with your) emotions hoe
  To the rhythm of a hi-hat, take a puff and lie back
  Let me stimulate your mind, body and soul, I know you want to try that
  Now motherfucker can you buy that...
  Tell me baby can you buy that
  I got you under my complete control, you know it's worth more than
  diamonds and gold, now don't be bogus and deny that
    [Verse Two: Twista]
    Now how the fuck you gon' act hoe, I saw you creepin out the back do'
  What you runnin from a mack fo'? Lay you on your back slow
  cause you know I got you with my lasso
  Blow your mind like a afroCome and take a glimpse of the stairs
  it's the aroma of a pimp in the air, I betcha notice the smell
  It's like a lotus when I flow dis, cause my eyes be the lowest
  if you didn't notice then you bogus as hell
  I'm puttin women under my spell, like I'm up in their brain
  pumpin their vein with game for the anatomy that's feminine
  They're fillin em up with adrenaline, got em geekin
  we're speakin approachin up a pimp like a gentleman
  Submission is surrenderin, it ain't no endin if it's on
  with a blunt from the bomb side
  In the right place, with the right mind and the right line
  you can get a lifetime contract
  They be wise until they look into your eyes
  a shorty freaked when she spotted mine
  Took her over to my crib, lay low, hit her off from behind
  then she signed on the dotted-line, the hoe was like
  "Oooohh Daddy... why you doin me like this?
  I'd do anything to be with you, you got me gone in the head"
  Ya mind, I don't mean to make a disaster up
  like my Dad to master love
  But if a motherfucker breakin you for every penny you earn
  then how could you still show the bastard love?
  I guess it's cause I'm cold, shit
  Thought you was gon' be spendin me I betcha think you sho' did
  but game recognize game, now you lame in the brain
  Stupid bitch that's what you get for tryin to gold dig, now
    [Chorus]
    Yeah, this be Hype, the Verbal Tantrum
  Kickin it with my man Twista
  If you should suck my soul
  I should make your funky emotions
  Nothin is good unless you play with it
  Play with me baby
    [Verse Three: Twista]
    I know you think it's blasphemy
  but won't you give up when she ask for me? After he passed the beat
  Since you said I was your Magesty, I had to see
  and when you get paid, there is some cash for me, is it a tragedy
  that I can get her so gone, the hoe be trippin talkin up her love a lot
  But the only love I got, is when I'm grippin like I wanna hug the Glock
  or when I rub the twat, or pickin up a dub at spots
  Fuck the hoe thugs, the clubs, and the phony perpetrators with dimes
  The speed knots match voo-Do or Die, Psycho Drama, Crucial Conflict
  Be pimpin with em gators and dons, collect the papers and dolls
  Player haters remarks will get smoked to a blunt dust
  Sso keep walkin the next time you hear grown folks talkin
  motherfuckers betta shut the fuck up, cause we make the women suck up
  You insist to be trippin while we be gamin like Don Juan
  What up the filet minion, the grey poupon
  them hoes are staked to charm, because we make the bomb
  Now I don't mean no harm, but either come on in or get on gone
  and let me pull my pouch of snuff
  In between your thighs, come take a pull and vibe
  and let your tongue go coastin low, now
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