Don't Get It Twisted Songtext

From the M-A...D-I to the S to the O-N
Po'in, to getcha open
Move like a nigga's supposed to get the dough
It'll go with the flow that I'm holdin'
Joe'n'em, they ownin' up - up on enough
Stay in the zone, that I go in
That I go in, when I go in and go in
Of the po'ins, and the rope man
Crucial conflict was smokin'
But a nigga like me, I don't be chokin'
So I proceed at low speed, low key
Like a OG in a '03 Loc-in'
Rollin', like a OZ in a B-league
Both pins, like a bowlin' ball when I ball
But I never fall for the oki-dokin'
White walls, with the slow-speed motion
Stash-box for the police pokin'
Rolie showin, shorty showin, Hokey Pokin'
Turnin it around with me to bust em down cuz they know he golden Exactly
I'm in it from the minute I was in it till the minute
that I spit it and it's finished
And it's sad for me
Until the second wind, and reinvent it with a vengeance
revisit and make 'em give it
Back to me

All right, that's all you get
I'm done
You know what I'm sayin'?
And the streets where they traffic me
Nigga what

(Thanks to JP for these lyrics)