Текст песни: Emotions + перевод

I can get inside your head

All day everyday, and play with your emotions.

Let me get inside your head

All day, everyday, and play with your emotions.

Huh. yeah it’s Twista again y’know

These females be trippin me out y’know?

Certain stuff they be sayin

Like this other female she came up to me

(This other female she came up to me)

She said a little somethin like this

(She said a little somethin like this)

I thought you love me though? Now how you gonna be wrong

Just cuz you know you got me gone in the head?

You be twistin with the lovely flow, but whatchu actin all ugly fo'?

Left me alone in the bed

Where you goin cause I’m not done, cool til you got some

Trippin when I got sprung, but you ain’t fly love

You da shit but your petty money can’t but love

Is that what I does? My reply was, you know why cuz

I could tell you was prone-to-bone niggas I hang around

But the reefer I was zonin on, make me the one you freakin on da mo'

From how I lay you down

Now you trippin cause I’m not attached, hangin with a lot of rats

Her concerned whether I’mma act

Now you the momma mack, comin back with a lot of scratch

Go on witcha bad ass, but I gotta catch

I done peeped the way you look into my nigga’s eyes

I done recognized that I won’t be hypnotized

Criticized, no more inner cries, now I’m ener-gized

With my eyes on the prize just a flick of thighs

I can’t let nobody ride with me that’ll lie to me

Smokin stanky up and play with me the way you do

And you trippin cause I played you too? Sho' you right

Take the whole thing in stride like the way I do

And let me play with your emotions slow

Chorus: Johnny P, Twista

I can get inside you head

All day, everyday, and play with your emotions

Let me play with your emotions slow

To the rhythm of a kick-drum, take a body get sprung

Let me stimulate your mind, body, and soul

You know I got a quick tongue, so if you want some get some

Let me get inside your head

Everyday, all day, and play with your emotions

Let me play with your emotions slow

To the rhythm of a kick-drum, take a body get sprung

Let me stimulate your mind, body, and soul

You know I got a quick tongue, so if you want some get some

Now tell me how you gon' act though? I saw you creepin out the backdo'

Whatchu run up on my mack fo'?

Lay you on your back slow cause you know I got you with my lasso

Blow your mind like an afro

Come and take a glimpse of the stairs

It’s the aroma of a pimp in the air, I bet you notice the smell

It’s like a lotus when I flow this, cause my eyes be the lowest

If you didn’t notice, then you bogus as hell

I’m puttin woman under my spell, lock them up in the brain

Pimpin her vain with games with the anatomy that’s feminine

Then fillin them up «Adrenaline»

Got 'em geekin we’re speakin approachin up a pimp like a gentleman

Submission and surrenderin and ain’t no end in it

If it’s on with a blunt from my bomb sack

In the right place with the right mind and the right line

You can get a lifetime contract

Then be wise until I look into your eyes

Now shorty freaked when she spotted mine

Took her over to my crib laid low hit it raw from behind

Then she signed on the dotted line, and she was like.

(Ooh daddy. don’t make me feel like this.

I don’t want nobody else, you got the bomb!)

Your mind I don’t mean to make a disaster of

Like when daddy mastered love

But if a bogus brother breakin you for every penny you earn

Then how could you still show the bastard love?

I guess I’m with a cold clique

Thought you was gon' be spendin me? I bet you think you sho' did

But game recognize game now you lame in the brain stupid trick

That’s what you get for tryin to gold-dig

Now let me play with your emotions slow

Whassup girl? It’s the Twista and the Verbal Tantrum once again

With a sack big enough for me and a friend

You do know how to roll B’s don’t you?

Well let’s fill one up with a dub and a little bit of love

And take it to the head

For some of this long-lastin blunt passion

I know you think it’s blasphemy

But won’t you show my boys and pass for me, after he past the B?

Since you said I was your majesty, I had to see

And when you get paid then push some cash to me

Is it a tragedy, that I can get her so gone

That she be trippin talkin up «I love a lot»

But the only love I got, is when I grip a mic

Or when I hug the Glock or when I rub the twat

I’m pickin up a dub in spots, skip the studs in the clubs

And the phony perpetrators with jobs

The Speedknot, Psycho Drama shocked the world

Triple Dark, there’s a Conflict, be pimpin 'em with gators n darts

Collectin papers n gobs

Playa haters remarks’ll get smoked to a blunt dust

So keep walkin and next time you hear grown folks talkin

Other people better shut the (fuck) up

Cause I make the women suck up

You insist to be trippin when we be gamin like Don Juan

Without the filet mignon and Grey Poupon

The thieves just ain’t the charm because I made the bomb?

Now I don’t mean no harm; but either come on in or get on gone

Now watch me live a kosher flow

In between your thighs come take a pull and divide

But let your tongue go coastin low

Now let me play with your emotions slow