(feat. Static Major) (What happened to the slow jamz in the club) Category F5, Twista, Static [Chorus: Static Major] Yeah, gatta get me one, gatta
I goes the other way I'm ridin dirty, dirty I'm ridin swore to god I'm a ball each day So come prepared I ain't neva scared they gone let my [? ] Yea! [Twista
occupying the same time and the same space, but no just me goin outta my sane mind [Twista:] They don't really wanna us to feel what the fuck is goin with that motherfucker twista
so slowly, acting, so grown and sexy, you know what I wanna see. I like to watch your body move when you ridin' on top, on top, on top, on top [Twista
't be tellin me When you be see'n me would it be better if we was hollin on the phone They tellin me you got a problem, if it's a cancer Baby the twista
screamin my name when I went low And everytime I start goin fast She look at me and said [Hook: x2] Yellow light [x4] Gotta slow it down [Twista:]
it's kinda gory when I come out of the laboratory, let's ride. Ain't no fuckin with the twista, jp, do or die, you are now with the category f5. [Chorus
be my (daddy [x2]) I need a (daddy [x2]) Want you be my (daddy [x2]) Come and make it rain down on me [x2] [Verse 1:] Now come kick it with the twista