The Recipe (Remix)-Twista

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