In A Twist Lyrics - Coolio

[WC] 

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? 

[Coolio] 

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 

[WC] 

Nah man fuck this, this shit sound shady as fuck 

You gon' fuck around and have us all stuck motherfucker 

[Coolio] 

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 

[WC] Right come on 

Chorus: WC 

Diamond in the back, sun roof cracked 

Tank on E, niggaz low on cash, oohh-woo 

(some R&B sample) "Straight jackin" 

Chorus 

[WC] 

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 chorus of song goes 

Chorus 

[WC] 

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!" 

[Coolio] 

Wait, what's wrong, what the FUCK GOIN ON?! 

This nigga must be trippin, we gon' have to kill him 

[WC] Cool here come nigga grab your gun 

[Coolio] 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 

Chorus 2X 

[WC] Maad Circle nigga