Don't Get It Twisted
Twinz Lyrics
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The likes of my eyes
Damn! Can't even get out the door good
She's on my line hittin' me on my hip at least
About five to six times, tryin' find a way to
Slide in to my busy schedule she say and what's
Up for the day but um, being the player that I
It's mandle my hustle's strong, so it's off to
Scoopski got a G, got a homie that'll give us that
Love on the quota-P, but when the mission is
Complete the baby week and see if it's really
All good like you say, don't play with me, got me
Fucked with the wrong dick and the wrong clit
Crossin' my path and no doubt will get that ass
Kicked, still on a mission therefore I gotta have it
Trick nothin' but yourself the sucka's at the store
On the shell schemin' for the wealth that you know
Is on the way but back on up, I'm not the payer, I gets paid
Back in the days it was you that wouldn't speak
Now you breakin' your neck to see what's up for
The week, you should have been down, that's on
The real right from the jump, but now I got to treat you
Like a toss-up who's caught up. You got some nerve
To be actin' like it's all good, I see your phony side as
I slide through the neighborhood. Miss Goody-Good
I wish you would think would get some love from this way
You better keep away. Man, didn't they know that they
Eyes are the window to they soul, you dirty-low-down
Ice water cold, person that I used to see, eating my
Dust as I mash, it's all about the family makin' cash
Non-stop for us got that business deal to work, sign
Some autographs give away a grip of shirts.
I know it hurts to see a nigga doin' his thang, you
Shoulda' maintained the road to fame, now you get
A X by your name
Now, what makes you think that you can play some
Real playa's play, nights on the phone with your girl
Truth or dare? (Truth) You was gobblin' up a gang
Of shit on the down low, mister sophisticated top rated
Gettin' headphones, now it's on and I lay back
Watch'em jock, go up and down the block
(where the homies?) on the spot servin' berry, 'cause
Mary ever get you like high, why try when I, brutalize
Our spys. Now lately I been hangin', just thinkin' bout'
My knot, should my hammer just go pop on them
Suckas that don't stop. Yakkin' at the mouth
Buckmouth jaw jackin', I'm seein' through the makeup
Undercover hood flatten, I'm after, the dollas and
The cents you gon' need to realize the drama that the
Twinz bring indeed, proceed to make you jump
Got a whole of spunk, mama didn't raise no punk gettin'
All up in funk (what?)
In the first verse of Twinz's song Don't Get it Twisted, the singer is expressing his frustrations about someone who is trying to get in touch with him. He is a player who keeps his game face on and is always hustling. He has money but can't show it off because he knows that would attract even more unwanted attention. The woman who is trying to talk to him is persistent and keeps calling him but he tries to avoid her because he has more important things to do. He is focused on his hustle and knows the value of hard work. He is skeptical of the woman's intentions and plans to pursue his mission regardless of her efforts to distract him.
In the second verse, the singer is addressing someone who used to ignore him but is now trying to get close to him. He is aware of the person's true nature and is not interested in building a relationship with them. He sees through their facade and knows that they are only interested in him because of his success. He is aware of the jealousy and resentment from others who are trying to bring him down. He is determined to succeed and will stop at nothing to get what he wants.
Overall, the song is about the struggles of success and the difficulty of maintaining meaningful relationships. The singer is aware of the phoniness of those around him and remains focused on his mission to succeed.
Line by Line Meaning
'Cause I got a little money, can't see it for
The likes of my eyes
Having a little money is not everything and it's not blinding me
Damn! Can't even get out the door good
She's on my line hittin' me on my hip at least
About five to six times, tryin' find a way to
Slide in to my busy schedule she say and what's
Up for the day but um, being the player that I
Am I keep my game face on, paper's not long
It's mandle my hustle's strong, so it's off to
Scoopski got a G, got a homie that'll give us that
Love on the quota-P, but when the mission is
Complete the baby week and see if it's really
All good like you say, don't play with me, got me
Fucked with the wrong dick and the wrong clit
Crossin' my path and no doubt will get that ass
Kicked, still on a mission therefore I gotta have it
Trick nothin' but yourself the sucka's at the store
On the shell schemin' for the wealth that you know
Is on the way but back on up, I'm not the payer, I gets paid
Despite the distractions from a girl, I stay focused on my hustle and get things done. I won't play games with anyone who tries to deceive me.
Back in the days it was you that wouldn't speak
Now you breakin' your neck to see what's up for
The week, you should have been down, that's on
The real right from the jump, but now I got to treat you
Like a toss-up who's caught up. You got some nerve
To be actin' like it's all good, I see your phony side as
I slide through the neighborhood. Miss Goody-Good
I wish you would think would get some love from this way
You better keep away. Man, didn't they know that they
Eyes are the window to they soul, you dirty-low-down
Ice water cold, person that I used to see, eating my
Dust as I mash, it's all about the family makin' cash
Non-stop for us got that business deal to work, sign
Some autographs give away a grip of shirts.
I know it hurts to see a nigga doin' his thang, you
Shoulda' maintained the road to fame, now you get
A X by your name
I won't be fooled by people who weren't around before I got successful, but now want to be a part of my life. Those who were genuine with me from the start, can still count on me. You should have been around, but now it's too late. As I move forward to make my family and generate revenue, I leave behind those who weren't loyal earlier.
Now, what makes you think that you can play some
Real playa's play, nights on the phone with your girl
Truth or dare? (Truth) You was gobblin' up a gang
Of shit on the down low, mister sophisticated top rated
Gettin' headphones, now it's on and I lay back
Watch'em jock, go up and down the block
(where the homies?) on the spot servin' berry, 'cause
Mary ever get you like high, why try when I, brutalize
Our spys. Now lately I been hangin', just thinkin' bout'
My knot, should my hammer just go pop on them
Suckas that don't stop. Yakkin' at the mouth
Buckmouth jaw jackin', I'm seein' through the makeup
Undercover hood flatten, I'm after, the dollas and
The cents you gon' need to realize the drama that the
Twinz bring indeed, proceed to make you jump
Got a whole of spunk, mama didn't raise no punk gettin'
All up in funk (what?)
I won't let anyone try to outplay me. I am aware of the truth behind closed doors, and I know how to handle it. Watching others try to imitate me and serve drugs on the street is not something I bother myself with, but I take care of those who get in my way. I won't fall for those who talk too much and wear a fake mask. As Twinz, we bring drama and create movement to inspire others to hustle and be brave.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Warren Griffin, Deon Samuel Williams, Dewayne Willams
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