[Intro]
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Reloaded
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That’s right, Twista dot com
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Shut the thick short drum
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Dru wuddup
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Ruby Hornet
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Who you know do it better
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Than the number 1 co-signer?
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That’s right
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[Hook]
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You might catch me in that leather
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Looking like a baws
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No one thinks they’d never have me
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But he hit me up
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Texas, I be screwed up
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Shot town, I be really getting it
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But nothing like my own town, I’m forever living
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They come for (on the way you runnin’ for the wind when we together)
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Women we wanted got that wonder we weather
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Know that sound, they were coming big
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What what more can I say?
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Well welcome to LA
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[Verse]
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We live in the city, the shire’s cold
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Cold, woa, when the winter cold I feel every bit of dope
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I feel like a gyroscope
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So off balance is a challenge to be runnin’ from murder
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You bitch upon yourself
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From the inner feeling spirit that burning that
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Can have a taste of butter for me
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How I never try ‘em though
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Religiously realest
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But if runnin’ my opponent if he want it
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A product of my environment though
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Can see I’m a cook
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I’m on the front porch blowin’ eons of kush
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A G, I’m a G, I’m a G
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Genius, I run with the money like kids will cross me on his book
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Nickin’ 2-50 2 cards in the deck
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Then if at the way you want it, November season the winter
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Said you’ll fill your heart with respect
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Fin the knuckles if you don’t the situation could be pretty icky
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Nigga what I’m back
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My niggas we dine in my city then when I’m in the whack
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Go pimpin’ then I’m feeling like I’m that
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You scarin’ the violinist and go take a little bit of that
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Too ‘bove when I’m on the west side
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Had a little bit of haze when I had a bad style
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But this be the best style
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If I had any kind of luck if you say you have a better bag
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And remember that fire
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Cuz some of this give some of that
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We can smoke until we burn my whole house down
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Left eye, can’t spend it all, can’t smoke it all, can’t hit ‘em all
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I don’t give a fuck, let’s try
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Knowin’ I’m the remedy
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Nigga when the killer’s up, checks on enemies
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Shot town be the shit
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But I finna take a trip to give me some of the west coast trinity
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[Hook]
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You might catch me in that leather
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Looking like a baws
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No one thinks they’d never have me
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But he hit me up
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Texas, I be screwed up
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Shot town, I be really getting it
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But nothing like my own town, I’m forever living
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They come for (on the way you runnin’ for the wind when we together)
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Women we wanted got that wonder we weather
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Know that sound, they were coming big
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What what more can I say?
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Well welcome to LA
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The Recipe (Remix)
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| Twista |
