In a Twist

Featuring coolio You niggaz can't fade this nutty-ass cutthroat maad circle villain Leanin, scheamin in the gremlin Sippin on mak duk, on my way to compton To pick this nigga coolio up Two ski masks, on my left a nine Nigga on my breath, money on my mind (yeah) You god damn right motherfucker it's on again Coolio what's the plan? It's a motherfuckin come up, nigga load ya gun up It's gonna be a stick-up, came up on the liquor You know that bitch that i used to fuck -- named theresa (Yeah nigga, with the big ass butt) Well her brother was a client of mine Drive some turnaround trips back and forth to vegas part time (yeah) Well anyway i got a caper (uh) And if we pull it off right we can come up on a stack of paper Here go the plan: me, you, and him Cause the nigga drivin the bus is down with us Call crazy toones and tell him to give you a ride And drop you off on manchester and broadway, at half past five Since old people don't trust young niggaz none You gotta be disguised like a senior citizen Don't worry about escape cause it's ok I'll be chillin close behind all the motherfuckin way loc And i don't wanna see you act up But if anybody trip you better handle that shit Nah man fuck this, this shit sound shady as fuck You gon' fuck around and have us all stuck motherfucker Quit actin like a hoe, and go get yo' fo'-fo' nigga And let's make some dough, check this: Nuttin plus nuttin equal none Fool grab the motherfuckin money and run Right come on Wc Diamond in the back, sun roof cracked Tank on e, niggaz low on cash, oohh-woo (Some r&b sample) "straight jackin" So now it's goin accordin to plan I'm on the back of the bus dressed like a senior citizen Sittin on a bus full of old motherfuckers Wavin they bibles singin, "i love jesus!" And now my concious is fuckin with me Cause i'm about to rob the entire gospel choir And i ain't askin no questions Whoever don't reply, i'm sendin em hollow point blessings Cause i was told at seven on the dot No matter the spot, to execute the plot And my watch read 6: 59 So aww shucky ducky, quack quack it's yo' time Hands in the motherfuckin air! *pop pop pop* This is a jack nigga, and i'm startin from the back Necklaces, anklets to bracelets To the rolexes, i'm takin all they shit, huh I had em shakin, steady fadin, money breakin Fillin my bag up with bacon Lookin out the window at coolio Yellin out a car on the side of the bus, "nigga c'mon!" Yo, we gon' handle this loc I told him like janet jackson, i had it under control But really i was bein greedy takin too long So peep the next verse but first the of song goes Standin in the middle of the aisle A rag full of papes and jewelry, bout to make my escape Coolio wavin, "c'mon nigga hurry up Before one-time swoop, and you get us all stuck!" Aight so now i'm on my way to the front Bus driver, pull to the side or i might have to dump He was down with us on our shady operation So he pulled the bus over with no hesitation But that's when the drama kicked in "Motherfucker take that!" *blam* damn i got shot in the back Looked up and who did i see? This bitch-made ass bus driver puttin slugs in dub c Twistin afflicted, burnin like syphillis Lookin at death and i'm coughin up flesh Ran to the car, "coolio i've been hit" "huh?" "I told you the shit sound like a motherfuckin twist!" Wait, what's wrong, what the fuck goin on?! This nigga must be trippin, we gon' have to kill him Cool here come nigga grab your gun Alright, i'm gonna have me some fun Forty-four in the right hand, nine in the left So i put twelve rounds in his motherfuckin chest I don't know if it's yo' birthday, but bitch here's yo' gift That's what you get for the twist, yea 2x Maad circle nigga