Emotions (Remix)

<br>[Johnny P]<br>I can get inside your head<br>all day everyday, and play with your emotions..<br>Let me get inside your head<br>all day, everyday, and play with your emotions..<br><br>[Twista over P in background]<br>Huh.. yeah it`s Twista again y`know<br>These females be trippin me out y`know?<br>Certain stuff they be sayin<br>Like this other female she came up to me <br>(This other female she came up to me)<br>She said a little somethin like this<br>(She said a little somethin like this)<br><br>[Twista]<br>I thought you love me though? Now how you gonna be wrong <br>just cuz you know you got me gone in the head? <br>You be twistin with the lovely flow, but whatchu actin all ugly fo`?<br>Left me alone in the bed<br>Where you goin cause I`m not done, cool til you got some<br>Trippin when I got sprung, but you ain`t fly love<br>You da shit but your petty money can`t buy love<br>Is that what I does? My reply was, you know why cuz<br>I could tell you was prone-to-bone niggaz I hang around<br>But the reefer I was zonin on, make me the one you freakin on da mo`<br>from how I lay you down<br>Now you trippin cause I`m not attached, hangin with a lot of rats<br>Her concerned whether I`ma act<br>Now you the momma mack, comin back with a lot of scratch<br>Go on witcha bad ass, but I gotta catch<br>I done peeped the way you look into my nigga`s eyes<br>I done recognized that I won`t be hypnotized<br>Criticized, no more inner cries, now I`m ener-gized<br>with my eyes on the prize just a flick of thighs<br>I can`t let nobody ride with me that`ll lie to me<br>Smokin stanky up and play with me the way you do<br>And you trippin cause I played you too? Sho` you right<br>Take the whole thing in stride like the way I do<br>and let me play with your emotions slow<br><br>Chorus: Johnny P, Twista<br><br>I can get inside you head<br>All day, everyday, and play with your emotions<br>[T] Let me play with your emotions slow<br>to the rhythm of a kick-drum, take a body get sprung<br>Let me stimulate your mind, body, and soul<br>You know I got a quick tongue, so if you want some get some<br>Let me get inside your head<br>Everyday, all day, and play with your emotions<br>[T] Let me play with your emotions slow<br>to the rhythm of a kick-drum, take a body get sprung<br>Let me stimulate your mind, body, and soul<br>You know I got a quick tongue, so if you want some get some<br><br>[Twista]<br>Now tell me how you gon` act though? I saw you creepin out the backdo`<br>Whatchu run up on my mack fo`?<br>Lay you on your back slow cause you know I got you with my lasso<br>Blow your mind like an afro<br>Come and take a glimpse and a stare,<br>It`s the aroma of a pimp in the air, I bet you notice the smell<br>It`s like a lotus when I flow this, cause my eyes be the lowest<br>If you didn`t notice, then you bogus as hell<br>I`m puttin women under my spell, lock them up in the brain<br>Pimpin her vain with games with the anatomy that`s feminine<br>Then fillin them up &quot;Adrenaline&quot;<br>Got `em geekin we`re speakin approachin up a pimp like a gentleman<br>Submission and surrenderin and ain`t no end in it <br>if it`s on with a blunt from my bomb sack<br>In the right place with the right mind and the right line<br>you can get a lifetime contract<br>Then be wise until I look into your eyes<br>Now shorty freaked when she spotted mine<br>Took her over to my crib laid low hit it raw from behind<br>then she signed on the dotted line, and she was like..<br>(Ooh daddy.. don`t make me feel like this..<br>I don`t want nobody else, you got the bomb!)<br>Your mind I don`t mean to make a disaster of<br>like when daddy mastered love<br>But if a bogus brother breakin you for every penny you earn<br>then how could you still show the bastard love?<br>I guess I`m with a cold clique<br>Thought you was gon` be spendin me? I bet you think you sho` did<br>But game recognize game now you lame in the brain stupid trick<br>That`s what you get for tryin to gold-dig<br>Now let me play with your emotions slow<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[Twista]<br>Whassup girl? It`s the Twista and the Verbal Tantrum once again<br>with a sack big enough for me and a friend<br>You do know how to roll B`s don`t you?<br>Well let`s fill one up with a dub and a little bit of love <br>And take it to the head<br>for some of this long-lastin blunt passion<br><br>[Twista]<br>I know you think it`s blasphemy<br>but won`t you show my boys and pass for me, after he past the B?<br>Since you said I was your majesty, I had to see<br>and when you get paid then push some cash to me <br>Is it a tragedy, that I can get her so gone<br>that she be trippin talkin up &quot;I love a lot&quot;<br>But the only love I got, is when I grip a mic<br>or when I hug the glock or when I rub the twat<br>I`m pickin up a dub in spots, skip the studs in the clubs<br>and the phony perpetrators with jobs <br>The Speedknot, Psycho Drama shocked the world<br>Triple Dark, there`s a Conflict, be pimpin `em with gators n darts<br>Collectin papers n gobs<br>Playa haters remarks`ll get smoked to a blunt dust<br>So keep walkin and next time you hear grown folks talkin<br>other people better shut the (fuck) up<br>Cause I make the women suck up<br>You insist to be trippin when we be gamin like Don Juan<br>Without the filet mignon and Grey Poupon<br>The thieves just ain`t the charm because I made the bomb?<br>Now I don`t mean no harm; but either come on in or get on gone<br>Now watch me live a kosher flow<br>In between your thighs come take a pull and divide <br>but let your tongue go coastin low<br>Now let me play with your emotions slow <br><br>Chorus