20 of the Best Lyrics From Twista’s ‘Crook County’ Album
Twenty-five years after releasing his debut album, 1992’s Runnin’ Off at da Mouth, Twista is among the last of a dying breed of rappers from the early 1990s that continue to put in work in the booth on a consistent basis. Having experienced the perks and lifestyle that comes with platinum success, as well as being on the brink of obscurity, the Chicago legend is well-versed in the ups and downs of being an entertainer. However, despite the lack of an album release in recent years, Twista has kept the his name in the mix through collaborations, most notably his appearance alongside Lady Gaga on the song “Jewels N Drugs” from her ARTPOP album.
Capitalizing off that moment, Twista steps on the scene once again, trudging forward with his latest album, Crook County. His first album since releasing 2014’s Dark Horse, Crook County captures Twista at the top of his game, as the rapid-fire spitter sounds fully engaged throughout the process, offering up multiple stanzas that leave listeners in awe. Although his musical output has been a bit sporadic this decade in comparison to previous years, that has done nothing to dull his lyrical sword, as he slices through the album’s 13 selections with precision and fervor.
Although more than capable of carrying a track off his own strength, Twista invites an array of collaborators to the party on Crook County, with the likes of Jeremih, Blac Youngsta, Vic Spencer, The Boy Illinois and others all making appearances and contributing to the affair.
We gave Crook County a listen and shared 20 of the album’s best lyrics. Did your favorite make the cut?
“Blaze em then I boot em/Get the razor cut into your medulla/Ubengloga, pop a collar, bottom dollar/I be blowing on buddha, buddha, buddha/I get money like I’m McGillicuddy/I smack em like silly putty/If you talk shit your rims is ugly and your bitch is ugly/I’d rather fuck with your bitch’s buddy”
“Went to the viewing of your body, walked up and called you a bitch/Told you my flow is tailor-made, push you off like a fade-away/No Major Payne, I can still slit your throat like a razor-blade/Then go get some Ace of Spade/We gon’ shoot up your mama house/And if you thinking that’s some bogus type of shit for me to say, then tell me what you gon’ think when I say I will spit in your mama mouth”
“Woke up smelling gunpowder, didn’t wanna smell it no more, so I blew a blunt of sour/Take three months to devour/The City of Chicago, diablo in the shower/The lake can’t cool niggas off/Play roles in movies, but pussy can’t fool niggas dog/Fuck Chiraq, put the sun in my backpack/So much going on, I wanna go back in my dad’s sack” – Vic Spencer
“They unappealing, while my flow rivals, so vital/Have you dance on the ceiling like some throwback vinyl from Lionel/My pants baggy, even though I got on the Gucci belt/’Cause I let ’em see it just so I can see how they coochie felt/This is the flow for the hotter mama, a dada daughter/Milk from Cambodia, powder water from Guatemala/OG and I’m making dollars like I was drag-racing/Hop out the Phantom in my pajamas at the gas station” – Twista
“If it ain’t good then he ain’t me/The THC levels up in my cannabis manages/To take me to another dimension/And mention the way that the plant, it just have me turning into an intricate analyst/Feeling so lovely so off of the vape/Alexander The Great face and I can’t wait/To see the niggas that wanna hate so they can take the pull of what I be smoking on to get ’em up into my mental state ” – Twista
“I got me some pretty, some skinny ones/Got one that’s thick like Deelishis/Got one that just can’t cross the border/Shorty strictly bout that business/She fuck me, suck me ’til I’m finished/Ferragamos, saucing on Givenchys/Water whipping, flip it like a chemist/Digging ’em out like a dentist” – Cap1
“Upper echelon my status fly as fuck to say that she not really into dudes/Only fuck when she in the mood/And thick as an 18-wheeler intertube/I fuck with the baddest of bitches, torso like a coke bottle/I got one that say she like to make her throat gargle/And then when she finished, she gon’ swallow” – Twista
“So don’t be on that goofy shit/We just shut you up talking that goofy/Pay attention to who you blow dookie with, niggas out here be on that fufi fufi shit/And the beats be immaculate when they sticking up/Better be careful with packages when you pick ’em up/Savages and if they hit you, they gon be ravaging through ya’ shit/If you don’t wanna die, you gotta give it up” – Twista
“So I gotta stay strapped in the club, I’m on it/Rolling with the car cracked ’cause I’m on it/Any drink in the club, I want it/Any bitch in the club, I want it/Throwing dollars, riding foreigns, party hopping/Shit that’s popping we get invited Team is flossy, stunting on ’em, bitches open/Haters hoping we get indicted” – B. Scott & Twista
“Dreams of a quarter key, fiends, they gon’ notice me/And my team taking over streets, scheme when I’m on a beat/You can take a look right outside, shorty out here on the tip/Trying to work their way up to a brick/And they all got grip, with the CPN for the whip/And they all got the pistol on the hit” – Twista
“Oh no, it ain’t just a car/This shit got me feeling like Escobar/I walked in the door rocking all white/Make it rain with my dawgs like a reservoir/Now I got some women in the stable/Let me get some bottles to the table/You can do it if you’re able/You gotta make a mothafucka pay you/Never let another nigga play you” – Twista
“I can see you cook up in the kitchen/Water whipping what they flipping/’Til it’s perfect, got ’em working for commission/Got them shooter lurking and it’s curtains/Either certain or suspicion/I got plenty ammo for the business/You gon’ be sleeping with the fishes” – Twista
“Riding Maserati ’cause the force is with me like I’m Obi Wan Kanobi/If you say tha you get it, you better show me/I tell ’em get the fuck back if you didn’t know me/And if ever your bitch be all up on me/I’ma take her to the telly and never ’gon leave her lonely/Now she fucking with me heavy, forever she be my homie/Legendary like I’m Kobe, smoke a backwood while she blow me/Whip the work and call it Toby”
“’Cause I’m feeling kinda cocky/Get you killed and do it sloppy/Then get some champagne from papi/Niggas think they shooters off the molly, I can do it off the buddah/Who the fuck you think you is if you ain’t Hoover/It don’t matter to me ’cause you got the ruger/Watch me blast the meat up off your taco/Track a nigga down for money like a narco/Got ’em out her calling me their capo/Bust and flee the scene like I’m El Chapo”
“Just in Case”
“And you know I ball like it’s money in the bank, better yet a safe/Take it and add it up/Can’t take it with us/And tomorrow ain’t promised and the windows is tinted and the jeep is matted up/And on the inside, we just playing our anthem/Knowing any lick that we hit could be our last one/Still foreign ride when I’m riding down Ashland/Where they chopping niggas off Sampsons and carrying handguns” – Twista
“Next You You”
“Let’s have a toast, drinks on me/Summertime, drop top, wintertime, minks on me/Too cold, I’m hoping that really want me ’cause I/Be at you cause wanna get next to you/In the back of the Phantom, or the club in VIP or at the bar/When I see you I feel like I’m looking at a star, up to par/Just so fly/Having dreams of you being mine, cause I’m just so high/Telling all my boys that you chose me and left yo’ guy” – Twista
“I just do what I want to, suckers do what they tell ’em to/I got a thick bitch and my flow sick but I just don’t need no Theraflu/I survived nights and the truth is I did a lot of shit they wouldn’t dare to do/I got a couple niggas that’s grave diggers, if the plot thickens, they’ll bury you/I told my bitch I gave that wedding to the streets, I just can’t marry you/And shooters on my wing and I’m gon’ stay fly like them parachutes” – YP
“Raised up by the gang members, old pimps and the dope dealers/Say that they don’t make shit, they go ape shit and I’m a gorilla/Couple clips, they banana, trying to stay out the slammer/Hopping out like the handyman, hope you don’t get nailed with the hammer” – YP
“Can’t Be Me”
“Now I’ma forever take the paper/Pull up in the type of shit that bring the neighbors out/Pull up in the type of shit that bring the haters out/On my own thing, I don’t give a fuck what they about/And when it comes to styles, I got a variety/And when it come to being me, don’t even try to be/’Cause I’ll come at your head, boy, if you lie to me/And leave you part of The Dead Poet’s Society” – Twista
“Can’t Be Me”
“Marvin Gaye, brought it to the modern day/The Vince Carter way or the shot like Hardaway/Some shit to take ya’ bitch heart away/Came from the old school and still right here where you are today/Do or Die guy, the Chi guy, so why try/Hip with the portal, but no, this ain’t 3-D/I been a fly guy since Hi-five to Wifi, I am immortal and they can’t see me” – Twista