Artist: Twista 
Album:  Kamikaze 
Song:   One Last Time 
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[VERSE 1] 
You don't wanna see these murder guys 
Princess cuts hurt ya eyes 
Got the chicks that work them thighs 
Pull the top back on the prowler 
Like the car ain't circumcised 
Burglarize hoes 
Leave ya eyes closed 
Bricks in my truck while I ride slow 
Smoke yo fire dro 
No repercussions 
He was disgusting 
Turn my volume under ten 
To keep my speakers from busting 
If them people come rushin 
Can't say I froze 
Won't open the doors 
Bout time they caught up 
I done exposed of my outer clothes 
Car in the garage 
I say good God 
My day was hard 
Call two freaks up for the m?nage trois 
Parlaying hard 
Sade was suave 
When we was screwing 
Sheets was ruin 
If beef is brewing 
I'mma put slugs deep into 
Money they be pursuing 
The nerve of these jealous bastards fo hatin 
Master my patience 
Them custom wood grain caskets is waitin 
Passion f
Let's Groove lyrics




Let's groove tonight
Share the spice of life
Baby slice it right
We gonna groove tonight

Let this groove get you to move
It's alright, alright
Let this groove light up the fuse 
So stand up 
Alright, alright

Gonna tell ya 
What you can do with my love, alright
Let you know girl you're looking good alright
Just move yourself and glide like a 747
And loose yourself in the sky among the clouds in the heavens girl

Let this groove,
or satin 
They must have 
Gave them a blood bath 
Had to show them who really holdin shit down wit they tuff ass 
We alias 
They wishin they be us 
Cant three eighty us 
Cause we'll wreck everything within a ten-block radius 
When ya see me betta speak with love 
Or leak some blood 
I got connections with all type of BM, Chiefs, and GOVS 
Deeply plugged who gotta retire from crime 
Bout to hit that big lick 
So we gonna pull it 
 
[CHORUS] 
One last time 
I got some good news man 
Some good news 
We gone come up if we just make this quick move 
Lay it all on the line 
Hit'em in the body and da dome 
Left the after party wit the chrome 
Come up wit a milly 
Soon as everybody know that I'm gone 
Cause I made it mama your son he's a success 
Now you ain't got no reason to stress 
Gotta keep it Gangsta 
Cause I'ma Hustla 
Do it like a balla 
Cause I'ma a mobsta 
 
[VERSE 2] 
Cause it only takes a second to pop me a snitch 
Call up my connection and cop me a brick 
And he sent a chezovoceian chick 
She was a
El Diablo lyrics

Mujer, mujer, el diablo te viene a ver
trae en el pecho un clavel
trae en la mano un cocktail
para ti
Mujer, mujer el diablo esta aqui en la puerta
por que no te haces la muerta?
por que no bailas can-can para mi?
Si preguntan por ti
que voy a decir?
que voy a explicar?
cuando no estes aqui,
que voy a decir?
tendre que fingir
Mujer, mujer porque decidiste
el diablo va a estar muy triste,
va a estar cuidando de ti, para mi
Si preguntan por ti
que voy a decir?
que voy a expl
tin cocky and shit 
She like watchin blow at the hotel 
Wit big dreams to never stop being rich 
And she wasn't too sloppy wit dick 
Said when she get on she was gonna cop me a six 
Platinum blue spreewell shoes 
Detail smooth 
On some Mickey and malery me and my female crews 
Type of demo what's the beno 
I gave her two six plus ten four 
That's twelve five for the brick 
And five hundred for the plane and limo 
Plain and simple called my guy and told'em thanks and send more 
Meditating plot on my lick when I smell them frankensen blow 
Do my thugdizle I ain't scared of this 
Fly ya head like peagus 
Bloody up that necklace 
Hoe I'ma Aries 
Them terrorist fucked up the lick when sendin chicks on the plane 
Put a major glitch in the game 
But I'm get me them thangs 
As I come wit new ways to travel watch my shorties get on em 
Comin back wit pound and packages wit the scorpions on them 
Of course we been on them 
Niggaz know they two for forty and want'em 
I done seen truck load wit more keys than accor
Eyes Wide Open lyrics



Sunday morning blues always about you
I wake up alone in a big room
Got myself to blame for all my bad moods
And I really wish that I didn't feel this way
I want to break the circle but the circle won't break

I don't wanna spend another night
Trying to figure out why you are always on my mind woah
All I know you keep me coming back for more
Even when I think I've had enough
When I tell you that it's over now we're done, ooh
Don't let go, just keep me co
dion 
And you think I'm past up that quick fast dust 
let me mask up 
That ain't a fast truck 
Get yo ass stuffed 
 
[CHORUS] 
 
[VERSE 3] 
I spit words that be gangsta shit 
Make hustla tip and ballers rich 
Hatters sick mobsta hitz 
I'm the shit 
You can't see me visit the optometrist 
Cars I flip unorthodox like Dr. Bonovich 
Prada lic but nigga got whooped 
Should of seen shit was funny 
My old connection he got reason to gun me 
I know he took the money 
Even if I probably wrong 
Turn down the volume 
Shoot him on plastic to lay his body on 
Fuckin marcon 
Two to the caveza 
Pincha puto 
That ring on your pinky was too cold 
Got pinch for two O's 
And a half brick my staff is sick 
Had him confess like a catholic 
Always thought things was funny now you don't laugh at shit 
Stupid bastard bitch 
Never fuck wit Twista, Turtle Banxxs, and Stokes 
Coming up dro flowin slangin dope 
I tried to chill 
but when I see a lic to make the world mine 
On the love 
I think I got to pull it 
 
[Chorus]