Twilight Zone Lyrics

The Game

Bad Intentions

Lyrics to Twilight Zone
Twilight Zone Video:
Featuring 2 Chainz & Riick Ross

(Intro)
Get my people out them chains nigga
I mean handcuffs, time to man up
Put my hands up, fuck you sayin bruh?
Cuz I'm a black man in the Phantom
Or is it cuz my windows tinted, car cost 300 thou
And I blow endo in it,
You mad cuz your daughter fucked with me on spring break?
Well, I'mma fuck her til her springs break

(Verse)
Yeah Roll another one cause I'm random
And my four door looking really photogenic
Jam ‘em on the tire
Interesting won't expire
I'm in the class up and all my teacher got fired
Money getting long pussy rate keep rising
Versace outfit cost me 3,000
From the paint houses
Did it from the weak hours
Selling that chicken no lemon pepper,no sweat and sour
First you get the power then you get respect
I'm getting so much money I can buy you bitch
Take it how you wanna, if you wanna take it
I like clubs where all the women working naked
Feel in love with the wrenches what the fuck I'm thinking
Bought that ho a ring it was for her pinky
Ah, that's pimpin' that's slick
Got a bottle of cologne that cost more than your rent
Fuck you're mad at me fo'?
Got a black card and a black Phantom
With a white bitch in Idaho
I'd do the same thing in Palm Dale
Got a big bitch in Atlanta, got a red bone in the Shot
Got 2 chains, they 2 tone, 200 racks no lie

(Hook)
Alle cumbaye, Alle cumbaye
I'm bout to rumble in the jungle in these new Kanye
Alle cumbaye, Alle cumbaye
My lawyer threw them gloves on and be another case

(Verse)
Fuck you're mad at me fo'?
Cuz my belt got 2 G's on it
Her belt got 2 C's on it,
My daughter stroll, it got D's on it
Woa, free Big Meech, free Boosy and C Murda
Like know what it means like Bob Moore,
Come in Compton you will see murders
In my egg I'll see murders, beef nigga no burgers
I'm insane and you loose end, nigga better turn on them burgers
Got cups women in that glass jar, bitch go to dome meet Vernon
Got smoke to sell in this hotel, no half-price, no retail
You a bitch nigga no female
I smack niggas, free will
I'm on the block like D12, I got the white no detour
Like a little man, get Africa
I was born holding that cut
And that's real shit, no real sniff and none on the day
But they yelling

(Hook)
Alle cumbaye, Alle cumbaye
Thank God that these niggas seen another day
Alle cumbaye, Alle cumbaye
Got a chopper and the product, fuck it let em spray

(Verse)
I took my case to trial, higher the green team
Rob the Kardashians, Johnny Cochrane, I seen things
I dream big, I think sharp
Inhale smoke or wind tree bark
Humble yourself, you're not a G, keep it one with yourself
Runnin niggas for help favors, I keep one on the shelf
I got riffles with lasers, swing it just like the majors
Hit you right above naval, now you swimming in pavement
Gold medals on my neck, I call it Michael Phelps
Pros settlin for less I call em bottom shelf
Niggas tough on them blogs and never did nothing at all
On the road to the riches, bitches not tagging along
Ass in the thong, hit that ass and I'm gone
Disrespect my nigga Boston, I'm flashin the chrome
I'm waving the gat, tittie spay in the mack
It's still those in the back, on the lap
I got a bitch to look like Layla Ali sittin in my lap
Got a problem skateboard, pick em up relax
We could skate boards, where to now?
Chop will my budget skateboard, homey nigga back

(Verse)
2 Chainz!
Skateboard on a nigga track
No lie,no lie, already got a plat
Mama got a house,daughter got accounts
Just to think a nigga like me started with an ounce
Bad bitches and deep boys would bring ‘em out
Hit them niggers pussy,we tush ‘em
We clean ‘em out
This the voice of ghetto intelligence
If you got work go to work don't work at your residence for presidents

(Verse)
Word to Mohamed that triple beam is hella sick
Riding through that jungle in that motherfuckin elephant
That's a great Ghost, whippin ears on
And swimming through the hood like it got fends on it
You know I got that work on the forman grill
Where you motherfuckers is? Made another mill
Got a million sinning like Cassius Clay
Thrilla in Manilla nigga want it, woop his ass today
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