I just can't fail
I figured, hell, why not
Be what I'm supposed to be?
And then if you can't tell when you listen closely
They suck
I mean they just suck seed
I love it, glasses and asses up
I love it, yeah, we get the bag for what?
Look at me, look at me, woah, what the f*ck?
Look at me, look at me, nigga, I'm rich forever (okay)
You get to suck seed
You can suck it, I make 'em puke in buckets
Producin' ruckus, who can touch it?
He fake and losin' ducats, I'm scoopin' up
But identical, I will never be, pinnacle, I'm ahead of ye
Never begin a flow, at minimal, I incredibly rock that
Sit your ass down
Away from the massacre, they gonna laugh at you
Come with the f*ckery, A. Yates gonna blast at the
Naysayers yappin', the K comin' after ya
I'm in a battle with enemies and I'ma kick up the energy
With the divinity, nobody malicious can limit me
I locked rap, back in the day the city where chops at
Shocked that, some of 'em saying I ain't the top cat, stop that
With your wack sound
They know if they trippin', I'ma come with enough B's
To hit 'em with the stingers, they do nothin' but just bleed
But for now I'ma stunt on them and tell 'em to suck seed
Oh, tell me how to fail
When you look at all I've got
And what's in front of me
And then if you can't tell when you're looking at me
I buss for fun while they suck seed
I love it, glasses and asses up
I love it, yeah, we get the bag for what?
Look at me, look at me, what the f*ck?
Look at me, look at me, nigga, I'm rich forever (okay)
You get to suck seed
Like Monica with a stain on her blouse
My cock got the moniker, bitches keep my name in their mouth
I'm a thermometer, you can't monitor with JVC
While I just lay on the couch and she suck it like it's Tang in the pouch
I'ma get to bussin' like a AA-12 do
Having fun with the bullet, get it? I'm playing around
You ain't safe 'cause I'll knock out bodies in the safe, not a sound
It goes up, even when I piss, I don't aim at the ground
Niggas be thinking they better but never could buss at the kings
Steady be rappin' and cappin' just like the gunpowder thing
Niggas don't want smoke, I do like when you run out of trees
Takin' flight on you niggas just like I jumped out a swing
All them suckers by you, they can't help you
I stage dive with guns, I jump out and squeeze
Haters treat success like it's a one hour deed to succeed
Never, but here's a bag of sunflower seeds, little nigga
Oh, I don't know how to fail
I've never not been hot
Look what you've done to me
And then if you can't tell when you're close to me
I'm what you'd be if you didn't suck seed
Tech N9ne - Absolute Power Album Lyrics
Tech N9ne - Absolute Power Lyrics
Writer: Aaron D. Yates, Damon Gomez, Samuel Watson, Tarrel C. Gulledge
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
The Industry Is Punks
[Chorus]
He won't play me on radio cause they be on
Punk shit daily on, industry's a shady one
[x4]
[Verse 1]
Don't nobody wanna deal with a nigga that got it together
For real and even think his own thoughts
Everybody wanna do what everybody else doing the copy cat is what
They been taught, Imma get in the brain of the lame
I contain pain and imma give it to the rap game
The way you're doing it the way you're persuing it you're
Gonna ruin it villain it's a god damn shame.
Are you ready for the real here we go now,
Most on the radio can't flow now,
Everyday I gotta cut the radio down
Sound like another pac or an O-Town
You can't have a contest or a show down
When two cats got the same kind of flow sound
Tecca Nina I'm coming to put the mo down
Run up in the record label with a four pound
Am I too versatile cursed to drown in the bowels
Of the earth man I'll be first to growl and burst out the vowels
Of the original murderist verse out the mouth
Big Tech N9ne's gonna be the one running the race
That's real I'm speaking to everyone in the place
I can deal with you don't like the drum
And the bass if you can deal with a mother f*cking gun in your face
I can't get with it, record labels and the industry is sick with it
P.D.'s some really don't know a hit for shit
Kick the bitch if you diss my hit, you might get pistol whipped
Catch'em in the hall, hitt'em in the jaw
Give it to the fans they can get it all
Cause the industry is punks, Tech I'm ready to get krunk
I'm comin' to straight dump with a pump
[Chorus]
[x4]
[Verse 2]
How many 2 pacs and JZ's and Master P's can they conceive?
Don't they know a few gloc's 380's and master keys will make'em bleed
How you gonna say black people won't listen to this or don't listen to that
Like saying a fool can slang cane a fool can gang bang but never will get hit with a gat
You better get your story straight cause I ain't no devil for real
I'm a rebel for real that Tech N9ne is on some other level for real
You're a pebble to real niggas songs like Psycho Bitch and Real Killer
Einstein nigga that's a mill stealer the idiots say black folk won't feel us
What you think we dumb? Do we all gotta run when the heat come?
Showing original tongue it'll be fun but the mother f*ckers want the bums
And the weak ones Suge Knight punked
The industry quick that's because most the industry's bitch nigga
I'm a man I don't be running from nobody we deal with niggas who trippin' and giving us shit
Radio won't play the unk fay thought they wanted rap
To advance but they ont day when I die imma aunt hay
Every industry faggot who giving money to an unk pay
Tech and Tekneko get people involved from KC to Mexico
Strapped with that fat desert eagle run up on the industry
And let the heat go
[Chorus]
[x4]
[Verse 3]
You can look into my E.Y.E.'s and you can see why these
Mother f*ckers don't wanna see my steeze
Cause imma killa when lyricals come undone I do miracles
And I come from the kingdom of rumble drums
And hums become bumbles, I'm the one that begun the gun tongue get sprung
Got everyone comin' in bundles
Act like a bitch treated like a bitch, act like a chump
Treated like a chump when the funk jumps what you gonna want?
Ain't gon want nothin' industry punks you can run but ya can't hide from the ride
You can say that it's dope but I won't buy it, you can think Tech 9
Really won't fly but I got a killer ear and a killer eye
Def Jam take chances in my opinion, they give advances to the niggas
That's really on universal loud laface, that's some of my favorites
But the ones who call the shots most of 'em on some hater shit.
That other shit, for ya mother sis or your brother bitch
Not no lover lick, packing blackened fat and blubber shit
Yeah, the radio dead cause the industry is punks put the
Double barrel to its foe head
[Chorus]
[x8]
He won't play me on radio cause they be on
Punk shit daily on, industry's a shady one
[x4]
[Verse 1]
Don't nobody wanna deal with a nigga that got it together
For real and even think his own thoughts
Everybody wanna do what everybody else doing the copy cat is what
They been taught, Imma get in the brain of the lame
I contain pain and imma give it to the rap game
The way you're doing it the way you're persuing it you're
Gonna ruin it villain it's a god damn shame.
Are you ready for the real here we go now,
Most on the radio can't flow now,
Everyday I gotta cut the radio down
Sound like another pac or an O-Town
You can't have a contest or a show down
When two cats got the same kind of flow sound
Tecca Nina I'm coming to put the mo down
Run up in the record label with a four pound
Am I too versatile cursed to drown in the bowels
Of the earth man I'll be first to growl and burst out the vowels
Of the original murderist verse out the mouth
Big Tech N9ne's gonna be the one running the race
That's real I'm speaking to everyone in the place
I can deal with you don't like the drum
And the bass if you can deal with a mother f*cking gun in your face
I can't get with it, record labels and the industry is sick with it
P.D.'s some really don't know a hit for shit
Kick the bitch if you diss my hit, you might get pistol whipped
Catch'em in the hall, hitt'em in the jaw
Give it to the fans they can get it all
Cause the industry is punks, Tech I'm ready to get krunk
I'm comin' to straight dump with a pump
[Chorus]
[x4]
[Verse 2]
How many 2 pacs and JZ's and Master P's can they conceive?
Don't they know a few gloc's 380's and master keys will make'em bleed
How you gonna say black people won't listen to this or don't listen to that
Like saying a fool can slang cane a fool can gang bang but never will get hit with a gat
You better get your story straight cause I ain't no devil for real
I'm a rebel for real that Tech N9ne is on some other level for real
You're a pebble to real niggas songs like Psycho Bitch and Real Killer
Einstein nigga that's a mill stealer the idiots say black folk won't feel us
What you think we dumb? Do we all gotta run when the heat come?
Showing original tongue it'll be fun but the mother f*ckers want the bums
And the weak ones Suge Knight punked
The industry quick that's because most the industry's bitch nigga
I'm a man I don't be running from nobody we deal with niggas who trippin' and giving us shit
Radio won't play the unk fay thought they wanted rap
To advance but they ont day when I die imma aunt hay
Every industry faggot who giving money to an unk pay
Tech and Tekneko get people involved from KC to Mexico
Strapped with that fat desert eagle run up on the industry
And let the heat go
[Chorus]
[x4]
[Verse 3]
You can look into my E.Y.E.'s and you can see why these
Mother f*ckers don't wanna see my steeze
Cause imma killa when lyricals come undone I do miracles
And I come from the kingdom of rumble drums
And hums become bumbles, I'm the one that begun the gun tongue get sprung
Got everyone comin' in bundles
Act like a bitch treated like a bitch, act like a chump
Treated like a chump when the funk jumps what you gonna want?
Ain't gon want nothin' industry punks you can run but ya can't hide from the ride
You can say that it's dope but I won't buy it, you can think Tech 9
Really won't fly but I got a killer ear and a killer eye
Def Jam take chances in my opinion, they give advances to the niggas
That's really on universal loud laface, that's some of my favorites
But the ones who call the shots most of 'em on some hater shit.
That other shit, for ya mother sis or your brother bitch
Not no lover lick, packing blackened fat and blubber shit
Yeah, the radio dead cause the industry is punks put the
Double barrel to its foe head
[Chorus]
[x8]
Writer: AARON YATES, REUBEN ARMSTRONG
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Here Comes Tecca Nina
[Verse 1]
I be bussin', parents be fussin and cussin'
Cause all I talk about is silicon and muffins
So if you didn't come to hear some strip club hits
Then get the hell on cause I'm getting' my mail on I'm hustlin'
I'm talkin' about foes I'm talkin' about fans and kitties
I'm talkin' about ho's and I'm talking about Kansas City
That's where I dwell wit wit, my, my vills and I, I, I will
Pop hot rocks 4 real venomous
When it gets hot, the Tech's straight killin' hataz
When it gets rock, the sex rates 10 I made her sit on this jock
Spits quick game inovator chick generator quick trip James Lemonader
This is the beginning of blingin' and houses
And women welcoming angels and demons on couches
And sinnin' I'm alive and well
The demise will bring ghost stories when I rise
In hell them alive will still vote 4 me
[Chorus]
Watch out cause here comes Tecca nina
Roll out cause here comes Tecca nina
Drop down cause here comes Tecca nina
Here comes Tecca nina
Here comes Tecca nina
[Verse 2]
Bunsai baby everone's high smokin' and drinkin'
And poppin' so hurry come fly cause I got plenty rolls
And I got plenty dough and we got plenty ho's
We roll on 24's
What it is? What it was? And what it shall be?
Where the blizz? Where the ale? Where's the belve?
Caraboulou is 151 and Malibu Rum and pineapple so
What's this weakness you tryin' to sell me?
I represent the Rogue Dog Villain niggas
Better repent the foes all feelin triggas
You got me bent, we rolls all peelin skrilla
Roll call willin' killaz froze yall feelin' millas
This be the best time to bust your best rhyme
You bring your best rhyme I'm on your next line
And when I flex mine I see respect signs call the request line
And just say TECH N9NE
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
They call me Tecca nina that be my nickname
I often wreck arenas most of 'em chicks man
Spoil us with checks and Visa cause how we spit game
Havin' her bless the weiner I love 2 get brain
4 chicks in the back of the truck, backin' it up
Suckin' on tongues, laughin' it up
Gassin at Kutt, bussin' her bun slappin' it up
Quick wrappin' it up, get thrust with no funds then passin the butt
Absolute when I shoot the shit
Juice the chicks with flows that you use ta get
Take 'em to Adam's house, don't rat 'em out
Or take 'em down to wesses get breastes
Up in yo face and scat 'em out
Make room 4 the crew with beats
That thump I got the sickness horny chicks mighty mine be
Straight doom, 4 the crew that skeet
Like chumps I bring 'em 66 triple 8 46993
[Chorus]
[Repeat 2x]
I be bussin', parents be fussin and cussin'
Cause all I talk about is silicon and muffins
So if you didn't come to hear some strip club hits
Then get the hell on cause I'm getting' my mail on I'm hustlin'
I'm talkin' about foes I'm talkin' about fans and kitties
I'm talkin' about ho's and I'm talking about Kansas City
That's where I dwell wit wit, my, my vills and I, I, I will
Pop hot rocks 4 real venomous
When it gets hot, the Tech's straight killin' hataz
When it gets rock, the sex rates 10 I made her sit on this jock
Spits quick game inovator chick generator quick trip James Lemonader
This is the beginning of blingin' and houses
And women welcoming angels and demons on couches
And sinnin' I'm alive and well
The demise will bring ghost stories when I rise
In hell them alive will still vote 4 me
[Chorus]
Watch out cause here comes Tecca nina
Roll out cause here comes Tecca nina
Drop down cause here comes Tecca nina
Here comes Tecca nina
Here comes Tecca nina
[Verse 2]
Bunsai baby everone's high smokin' and drinkin'
And poppin' so hurry come fly cause I got plenty rolls
And I got plenty dough and we got plenty ho's
We roll on 24's
What it is? What it was? And what it shall be?
Where the blizz? Where the ale? Where's the belve?
Caraboulou is 151 and Malibu Rum and pineapple so
What's this weakness you tryin' to sell me?
I represent the Rogue Dog Villain niggas
Better repent the foes all feelin triggas
You got me bent, we rolls all peelin skrilla
Roll call willin' killaz froze yall feelin' millas
This be the best time to bust your best rhyme
You bring your best rhyme I'm on your next line
And when I flex mine I see respect signs call the request line
And just say TECH N9NE
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
They call me Tecca nina that be my nickname
I often wreck arenas most of 'em chicks man
Spoil us with checks and Visa cause how we spit game
Havin' her bless the weiner I love 2 get brain
4 chicks in the back of the truck, backin' it up
Suckin' on tongues, laughin' it up
Gassin at Kutt, bussin' her bun slappin' it up
Quick wrappin' it up, get thrust with no funds then passin the butt
Absolute when I shoot the shit
Juice the chicks with flows that you use ta get
Take 'em to Adam's house, don't rat 'em out
Or take 'em down to wesses get breastes
Up in yo face and scat 'em out
Make room 4 the crew with beats
That thump I got the sickness horny chicks mighty mine be
Straight doom, 4 the crew that skeet
Like chumps I bring 'em 66 triple 8 46993
[Chorus]
[Repeat 2x]
Writer: AARON YATES, ERICA HUGUNIN, HERNAN LANG
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Imma Tell
[Verse 1]
The killa clowns in your town raising all hell
Tecca nina with the stamina coming to damage ya buckin'
The bammer when I bust with a bang.
And it ain't no clause that say fraud ain't no tall tales
Women love it when I hit when I covet the booty they
Giving it to me but it ain't no thang
We reppin' KCMO fellas and the ladies know
That we comin' with the killas I'm with the gorillas
The villains will get you when you disrespect us
Even the babies know Tech nina got crazy flow
We be giving the women the willy we sick of the haterz
Wanna pay us go to get this record
This is important we be courtin' every place we go
Get you up in the room ain't trippin' off of the groom
I'll give it to you anyway you wanna have it
Baby is a horse and yes of course Imma have 2 break the ho
Leaving the kids at home I wanna bone alone we hopping
Up and down like jack rabbits
So many kids put this on their daddy's mind
Never will I ever put him out there like that feelin' that
I did Tecca nina take it right back. Tellin' him that the mommy's
Boyfriend's Tech N9ne. Do be lookin' at me like you really wanna fight
Cat all Tecca nina wanna know is where the mic at?
[Chorus]
This is the town where the clowns put it down baby
(Mama say stop or I'm gonna tell papa)
Close the door, before ya child hear the sound baby
(Mama say stop or I'm gonna tell papa)
[Verse 2]
151 Malibu rum and pineapple juice
4 those who don't know that's caribou lou origin in Missou
We having fun got some buns on some yac abuse
Rogue dogs and I'm reppin' the smoke a lot regime outlaws
Deuce klick and the zou
Stagga, when you with the nutthowze we gon have ya
Taking everything up in the book from ex to that puff you
Lookin' to get took. Abracadabra, 151 and coke is viagra
Give it to me give it to me give it to me got her in love
From having the bed shook
Look, I'm hella fed up with all the silly rumors dog
Sayin' that we got dropped JCOR that never ever would
Happen I mean what do they know? We kept our
Head up now money's coming to us all.
We kickin' it with strange wollowing in fame giving
The game only when I say so.
So crack some bub wit me demons get some
Love wit me. Do what you gotta do to get what you
Gotta get I gotta get it all Tecca nina's on a roll
Get on some shrub wit me 2 cases of Bud wit me
What you gonna do to get the women on krunk Imma
Hit'em with the funk got'em all like oh
[Chorus]
That's Tech N9ne, sex all the time
Teasing your chakra and ain't nobody hotter
(Mama say stop or I'm gonna tell papa)
[Verse 3]
One and then comes the two to the three and
That was the anthem now this the anthem
Hella rockin' the planet again you can't stand it again
Huns, they been comin' thru to see me man
Then I depants'em and I bust Randon in the bed
Imma land'em dog gwamn it I ram it again
Raves. I love to get high and get paid
Why do I wanna stick'em with another hit up out
Of abyss baby ya don't wanna miss the titts
Babes they love to come by and get laid
Why am I the pinnacle when I rip it Imma
Kill'em in this to the haters I gotta send'em
A gift
Bump this in your ride or in the club
Giving everybody what they need I give it all
So they give it all back to me
Hataz don't you hide just show some love
Do you dig it Imma rep the B. and never ever let the
C. get the best of me
So many kids put this on their daddy's mind
Never will I put him out there like that feeling that I did
Tecca nina take it right back
Telling him their mommy's boyfriend is Tech N9ne
Oh no girl yo babies at the doe
[Chorus]
[door closes]
Momma open this door
The killa clowns in your town raising all hell
Tecca nina with the stamina coming to damage ya buckin'
The bammer when I bust with a bang.
And it ain't no clause that say fraud ain't no tall tales
Women love it when I hit when I covet the booty they
Giving it to me but it ain't no thang
We reppin' KCMO fellas and the ladies know
That we comin' with the killas I'm with the gorillas
The villains will get you when you disrespect us
Even the babies know Tech nina got crazy flow
We be giving the women the willy we sick of the haterz
Wanna pay us go to get this record
This is important we be courtin' every place we go
Get you up in the room ain't trippin' off of the groom
I'll give it to you anyway you wanna have it
Baby is a horse and yes of course Imma have 2 break the ho
Leaving the kids at home I wanna bone alone we hopping
Up and down like jack rabbits
So many kids put this on their daddy's mind
Never will I ever put him out there like that feelin' that
I did Tecca nina take it right back. Tellin' him that the mommy's
Boyfriend's Tech N9ne. Do be lookin' at me like you really wanna fight
Cat all Tecca nina wanna know is where the mic at?
[Chorus]
This is the town where the clowns put it down baby
(Mama say stop or I'm gonna tell papa)
Close the door, before ya child hear the sound baby
(Mama say stop or I'm gonna tell papa)
[Verse 2]
151 Malibu rum and pineapple juice
4 those who don't know that's caribou lou origin in Missou
We having fun got some buns on some yac abuse
Rogue dogs and I'm reppin' the smoke a lot regime outlaws
Deuce klick and the zou
Stagga, when you with the nutthowze we gon have ya
Taking everything up in the book from ex to that puff you
Lookin' to get took. Abracadabra, 151 and coke is viagra
Give it to me give it to me give it to me got her in love
From having the bed shook
Look, I'm hella fed up with all the silly rumors dog
Sayin' that we got dropped JCOR that never ever would
Happen I mean what do they know? We kept our
Head up now money's coming to us all.
We kickin' it with strange wollowing in fame giving
The game only when I say so.
So crack some bub wit me demons get some
Love wit me. Do what you gotta do to get what you
Gotta get I gotta get it all Tecca nina's on a roll
Get on some shrub wit me 2 cases of Bud wit me
What you gonna do to get the women on krunk Imma
Hit'em with the funk got'em all like oh
[Chorus]
That's Tech N9ne, sex all the time
Teasing your chakra and ain't nobody hotter
(Mama say stop or I'm gonna tell papa)
[Verse 3]
One and then comes the two to the three and
That was the anthem now this the anthem
Hella rockin' the planet again you can't stand it again
Huns, they been comin' thru to see me man
Then I depants'em and I bust Randon in the bed
Imma land'em dog gwamn it I ram it again
Raves. I love to get high and get paid
Why do I wanna stick'em with another hit up out
Of abyss baby ya don't wanna miss the titts
Babes they love to come by and get laid
Why am I the pinnacle when I rip it Imma
Kill'em in this to the haters I gotta send'em
A gift
Bump this in your ride or in the club
Giving everybody what they need I give it all
So they give it all back to me
Hataz don't you hide just show some love
Do you dig it Imma rep the B. and never ever let the
C. get the best of me
So many kids put this on their daddy's mind
Never will I put him out there like that feeling that I did
Tecca nina take it right back
Telling him their mommy's boyfriend is Tech N9ne
Oh no girl yo babies at the doe
[Chorus]
[door closes]
Momma open this door
Writer: AARON YATES, BOB MERRILL, REUBEN ARMSTRONG, SAMUEL WATSON
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Slacker
[Chorus]
Imma slacker, never did I have a lot of dough
Imma slacker, smoking pot and watchin' videos
Imma slacker, go whichever way the wind blows
Those just tuning in I'm just letting' ya know
That Imma slacker, every time I take a look around
Imma slacker, stuck upon my face is a frown
I don't do enough, I just fool around
Ya'll can go to hell, how does that sound
[Verse 1]
Imma product of reganomics neurotic they sayin'
I'm it just got up inhaling chronic
The oddest I'm staying honest
I'm bout to make it famous
So you can take that J.O.B. and
You can shove it up your anus.
I ain't never understood how the world works
But I always understood why
The girls twirk for a baller not a 9 to 5
Barely makin' it with disgust behind your eyes
So I just grip my piece, rip off fleece
Out to take yo lip off chief
With my peeps we ruthless
If you got money induce it goofs get toothless
We loose off 2 fifths we useless
I wanna kick it but ain't got the dough
Sneak in the concert trip and make'em stop the show
We gots ta go, push me and I'll sock the po
Getting' the bail my parents is impossible
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Now you can tell by my everyday fits I ain't rich
I sneak with a piece when I grit
I'm just another gat man caught up in the mix
Tryin' to take your dollar and your 15 cents (I grind wit a pistol)
I stay rid of you lames (yaw gay) and play
Video games (all day) what Kansas City, MO brangs
Is gritty slow gain we ditty bop wit really no change (yaw pay)
And people holla how ya do dat there
Why your pants hangin' low and why you grew dat hair
Lightin' a bleezle with my people
Ridin' a regal always in trouble wit coppers cause we drivin' illegal
And I ain't never giving them lee way
To hem me nay the judicial assembly's
Gay (hay) I come out at night cause I sleep all day
Tryin' to get with Def Jam. Loud or MCA
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Get to the party and my homies gotta pay 4 me
Holidays them just be another day 4 me
Getting' drunk hoping I get to the crilla safely
Pray 4 me cause I'm needing money majorly
I sit at home watching MTV
Wit a empty P.O.C.K.E.T. I MP3
Everything that I hear on the streets
Never buy it don't deny it
I'm the fear Imma beast
You say get a job, I say hit a knob
Cause the way you run the world, is every bit of fraud
So what you ask of me? You get no tax from me
I got whites native and Mexican and blacks with me
I'm tryin' to get up there with Master P. pass the D.
Cause that's the way it has to be
We bust 2 B free, we trust who be G.
So f*ck who be glee, it sucks to be me
[Chorus]
[Repeat 2x]
Imma slacker, never did I have a lot of dough
Imma slacker, smoking pot and watchin' videos
Imma slacker, go whichever way the wind blows
Those just tuning in I'm just letting' ya know
That Imma slacker, every time I take a look around
Imma slacker, stuck upon my face is a frown
I don't do enough, I just fool around
Ya'll can go to hell, how does that sound
[Verse 1]
Imma product of reganomics neurotic they sayin'
I'm it just got up inhaling chronic
The oddest I'm staying honest
I'm bout to make it famous
So you can take that J.O.B. and
You can shove it up your anus.
I ain't never understood how the world works
But I always understood why
The girls twirk for a baller not a 9 to 5
Barely makin' it with disgust behind your eyes
So I just grip my piece, rip off fleece
Out to take yo lip off chief
With my peeps we ruthless
If you got money induce it goofs get toothless
We loose off 2 fifths we useless
I wanna kick it but ain't got the dough
Sneak in the concert trip and make'em stop the show
We gots ta go, push me and I'll sock the po
Getting' the bail my parents is impossible
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Now you can tell by my everyday fits I ain't rich
I sneak with a piece when I grit
I'm just another gat man caught up in the mix
Tryin' to take your dollar and your 15 cents (I grind wit a pistol)
I stay rid of you lames (yaw gay) and play
Video games (all day) what Kansas City, MO brangs
Is gritty slow gain we ditty bop wit really no change (yaw pay)
And people holla how ya do dat there
Why your pants hangin' low and why you grew dat hair
Lightin' a bleezle with my people
Ridin' a regal always in trouble wit coppers cause we drivin' illegal
And I ain't never giving them lee way
To hem me nay the judicial assembly's
Gay (hay) I come out at night cause I sleep all day
Tryin' to get with Def Jam. Loud or MCA
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Get to the party and my homies gotta pay 4 me
Holidays them just be another day 4 me
Getting' drunk hoping I get to the crilla safely
Pray 4 me cause I'm needing money majorly
I sit at home watching MTV
Wit a empty P.O.C.K.E.T. I MP3
Everything that I hear on the streets
Never buy it don't deny it
I'm the fear Imma beast
You say get a job, I say hit a knob
Cause the way you run the world, is every bit of fraud
So what you ask of me? You get no tax from me
I got whites native and Mexican and blacks with me
I'm tryin' to get up there with Master P. pass the D.
Cause that's the way it has to be
We bust 2 B free, we trust who be G.
So f*ck who be glee, it sucks to be me
[Chorus]
[Repeat 2x]
Writer: AARON YATES, FEMI OJETUNDE
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Keep On Keepin On
[Chorus]
You can pray and pray for my downfall
But when I rise like the sun and I ain't
F*ckin' with yaw and imma keep on, (oh), keepin' on (oh)
Keep on (oh) Holdin' on (oh)
[Verse 1]
I hear'em, whispering in corners speakin' dirty talk
On us bout how we too grown up that we unknowners and
My persona is rock and rollish your nigga told us every word
That you quoted, said I wouldn't be the one that sewed it but
(ha) we exploded
I'm that rap nigga that you heard with Tupac, Sole, Lynch & Bo,
Wake up show with King Tech and Sway, Yukmouth, Thicker Than Water,
Gang Related, Eminem, Roger Trout, Mc Ren, nigga Spice One and Nem.
Hit'em with a venom sit'em down kill'em when I spit,
When I get a bit of scrilla Tech is giving niggas shit,
Love who love us but the playa hatin' niggas better split
It'll never be another Teccanina when I quit
You better neal when you hear a nigga that's real I feel
18 when I bust from the grill because (if you keep it young) your
Song is always sung so street life taught me to keep'em sprung
God sent to kill, lyrical scripts the miracle whipped you
Demons and haterz who tripped, listen I really feel,
My villain T-Will when he spit f*ck them plus anybody
They go get and shit.
[Chorus]
[Repeat 2x]
[Verse 2]
When the storm consumes all the sun and moon falls on you
Sodom and gomorian Gregorian chanting ru pauls extreme case of
Blue balls cause you bane, got fruit all in his veins what I'm saying
Is I will reign murder you all in his name
Bismallah with a fist and a pistol I dismiss the kiss from a
Hiss giver, wrist slitter, male bitch a witch with a twist a
Glitch man abyss swimmer
Trick, I will never slide never fall never fail, never the devil
Side ever called never hell. But I got these mother f*ckers praying 4 my
Down fall but orange hair means time 2 clown yaw
Thanks to Jenny I'll get the message to many the circus is comin' and gunnin'
With plenty, I heard Vell Bakardi got a poster of me burnin' to get his
Earnings concerning not I killed'em but he ain't learnin
Nigga you couldn't burn with me acid or in a fiery pit, you couldn't burn
Me in a volcano where lava is spit, you couldn't burn me if you damned
Me to hell where satan sit the only way that you can burn me is with yo
Bitch nigga
[Chorus]
[Repeat 2x]
[Verse 3]
Why don't you niggas keep your mouth shut, without us your
Clout sucks you doubt us and get your mouth bust we veterans
And better than you young cheesy cheddermen, bouncin' cross the nation
And you home watchin' Letterman.
I'm the nigga that got'em listenin' I know it's sickenin' to know I'm the
Nigga that got your girlies cuchie glistenin from listenin' to my shit and
When I get her for christenin' she splits again cause I make her spit the
Nitro glycerin
I'm on you, calling me a old Negro
But I don't know a young nigga that can hold
Me though plus they dough below average and I hold
The glow but they want me to fall so they can say I told you so
But if I'm multi punks would say I just lucked up keep
Talkin' that shit might get you f*cked up, you some Jimmy
Rucker Tommy Tucker type of mutha f*ckas glamorized you
Specialize in getting' butt f*cked
Niggas they think they dope and then gon try check me
I'm here to let your ass know you need to respect me
Cause although you ain't sayin' shit, you getting' on my nerves imma keep
On keepin' on muh f*cka that's word
You can pray and pray for my downfall
But when I rise like the sun and I ain't
F*ckin' with yaw and imma keep on, (oh), keepin' on (oh)
Keep on (oh) Holdin' on (oh)
[Verse 1]
I hear'em, whispering in corners speakin' dirty talk
On us bout how we too grown up that we unknowners and
My persona is rock and rollish your nigga told us every word
That you quoted, said I wouldn't be the one that sewed it but
(ha) we exploded
I'm that rap nigga that you heard with Tupac, Sole, Lynch & Bo,
Wake up show with King Tech and Sway, Yukmouth, Thicker Than Water,
Gang Related, Eminem, Roger Trout, Mc Ren, nigga Spice One and Nem.
Hit'em with a venom sit'em down kill'em when I spit,
When I get a bit of scrilla Tech is giving niggas shit,
Love who love us but the playa hatin' niggas better split
It'll never be another Teccanina when I quit
You better neal when you hear a nigga that's real I feel
18 when I bust from the grill because (if you keep it young) your
Song is always sung so street life taught me to keep'em sprung
God sent to kill, lyrical scripts the miracle whipped you
Demons and haterz who tripped, listen I really feel,
My villain T-Will when he spit f*ck them plus anybody
They go get and shit.
[Chorus]
[Repeat 2x]
[Verse 2]
When the storm consumes all the sun and moon falls on you
Sodom and gomorian Gregorian chanting ru pauls extreme case of
Blue balls cause you bane, got fruit all in his veins what I'm saying
Is I will reign murder you all in his name
Bismallah with a fist and a pistol I dismiss the kiss from a
Hiss giver, wrist slitter, male bitch a witch with a twist a
Glitch man abyss swimmer
Trick, I will never slide never fall never fail, never the devil
Side ever called never hell. But I got these mother f*ckers praying 4 my
Down fall but orange hair means time 2 clown yaw
Thanks to Jenny I'll get the message to many the circus is comin' and gunnin'
With plenty, I heard Vell Bakardi got a poster of me burnin' to get his
Earnings concerning not I killed'em but he ain't learnin
Nigga you couldn't burn with me acid or in a fiery pit, you couldn't burn
Me in a volcano where lava is spit, you couldn't burn me if you damned
Me to hell where satan sit the only way that you can burn me is with yo
Bitch nigga
[Chorus]
[Repeat 2x]
[Verse 3]
Why don't you niggas keep your mouth shut, without us your
Clout sucks you doubt us and get your mouth bust we veterans
And better than you young cheesy cheddermen, bouncin' cross the nation
And you home watchin' Letterman.
I'm the nigga that got'em listenin' I know it's sickenin' to know I'm the
Nigga that got your girlies cuchie glistenin from listenin' to my shit and
When I get her for christenin' she splits again cause I make her spit the
Nitro glycerin
I'm on you, calling me a old Negro
But I don't know a young nigga that can hold
Me though plus they dough below average and I hold
The glow but they want me to fall so they can say I told you so
But if I'm multi punks would say I just lucked up keep
Talkin' that shit might get you f*cked up, you some Jimmy
Rucker Tommy Tucker type of mutha f*ckas glamorized you
Specialize in getting' butt f*cked
Niggas they think they dope and then gon try check me
I'm here to let your ass know you need to respect me
Cause although you ain't sayin' shit, you getting' on my nerves imma keep
On keepin' on muh f*cka that's word
Writer: JERMAINE DUPRI, LANA MOORER, MICHAEL JOE JACKSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Gunz Will Bust
[Verse 1]
I know you know this is Kansas City
Where nigga life don't mean shit
So step to and immediately get yo dome split
I pack heat for days run street wit K's and hollow's
On a concrete crusade you made the pill now swallow
You never thought tomorrow
You see me beam up all strapped down wit a pump
Searchin' for the niggas on a hunt
Jerkin' on the trigga when I dump
It's not a game dude my killaz will mangle
Anything in my range fool
When hatin' get framed moved
We play the same rules
Bussin' all 32 shot
Lookin' to murder you
Glock they never heard of you
Shocked that I'm comin' servin' you
Snug brim get flashin' innocent til I'm provin' guilty
Snug brim get to blast in
And f*ck the homicide charge I got expazito
A mob figure plus a lawyer and do work for kiloz'
You know the steelo real niggas never talk just listen
This deuce shit comin' wit heat up out the kitchen
[Chorus]
Rough niggas in the street will bust 4 the bread
And meat deuce 57th Street and 7 deuce be packin' heat punks
Get the f*ck away from we, for we buckin' these mutha f*ckin' G.U.N.Z.
Dem no won f*ck with us
4 what I believe I will die
Dem no won f*ck with us
If any hataz wanna try
Hands gon throw gunz with bust
Real niggas run the streets with they gats up
Everything you got and owns getting' snatched up
[Verse 2]
If you're my enemy my energy
Your rhymes are elementary get lost in penitentiaries
When I begin this century so mention me
And Imma heat the track up if it's loo of you demons
I suggest you go get back up
Load the mac up don't slack up Imma act up on
Any mutha f*cka that think he got his clown suit on get
Stepped on destroy your mind you're wasting your time
Cause when I spit a f*cking rhyme I got a million in line
To listen to me, a bitch to do me nick naming me hollow tip with a stand off clip
That'll kill your click and will kill your brain if you can't maintain
Better slow your roll boy money hungry ain't no ho boy
That's for sure boy and ya know boy I'll whip your ass like four boys
You're a decoy I'm the real thang I'm a genius you're a pea brain
Get pissed on and whipped on so who you talkin' shit on Imma spit on
Any negative spirit that step to me try to take my soul
From under me but I got a lifetime warranty
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Skatterman cat
Persistantly dirty
From KC
Where in the drought we pay 50 for birdies package short
I call Snug and just give him the word he take ya face
Before he tell on me they'll get him 4 purgery
Hustla's shoot shit
Rob shit
Loot shit
Hard core convicts
Mob shit
If you snitch, killin'em on Tech's new shit (new shit)
Dude we crossin' the color line
Nuff money
Nuff weed
Make a tuff nigga colorblind
We rap 4 curb servers
That hop in and out of cars
Rep 4 cats wit 3rd murderers
That pop in and out of bars
D12, Strange Music, Rogue Dogs
Regime, Duce Click, Doe Boyz, Yong Gunz
Same team
Same beams
Niggas that a split ya cherries
Vigilanty's mutha f*ckas with permits to carry
Bitch you scary
F*ck you and that bitch you married
Cross anyone I named
That shit will get you buried
[Chorus]
[Verse 4]
It's all out war 4 the punks funk finna jump
Chumps get a lump when I dump tonks 4 the bianks
Gump wanna thump over pumps and a bump
Rumps get it krunk when I skunk runts
Imma munk what you bunk niggas want f*ck
What you thunk you get sunk in and trunk
F*ck that we done heard and took enough crap
Trust we bust back when muskrats bust caps
I'm tryin' to touch scratch and bring my hell to parties and
For the last time mutha f*ck Vell Bakardi
You cannot rap with me scrap with me
Nigga to the back of me catastrophe
Hits yo shits raggedy it had to be this tragedy shit
Suck it up don't be mad at me bitch I'm glad to be rich
You gets none with that fagoty pitch
Imma ex poppin' shroom droppin' rock and roll star
You's a no coppin' ho stalkin' drunk and a old fart it's a shame
Think you quick but you heard we flow quicker plus the bitches
Don't wanna f*ck a black herpe nose nigga
This is it yaw, dump this pussy off I a pit dog
Doe stackin' and hip hop it must not be his nitch yaw
So take the chicken exit, Technina's whassup
Next time grown folks talkin' you shut the f*ck up
I know you know this is Kansas City
Where nigga life don't mean shit
So step to and immediately get yo dome split
I pack heat for days run street wit K's and hollow's
On a concrete crusade you made the pill now swallow
You never thought tomorrow
You see me beam up all strapped down wit a pump
Searchin' for the niggas on a hunt
Jerkin' on the trigga when I dump
It's not a game dude my killaz will mangle
Anything in my range fool
When hatin' get framed moved
We play the same rules
Bussin' all 32 shot
Lookin' to murder you
Glock they never heard of you
Shocked that I'm comin' servin' you
Snug brim get flashin' innocent til I'm provin' guilty
Snug brim get to blast in
And f*ck the homicide charge I got expazito
A mob figure plus a lawyer and do work for kiloz'
You know the steelo real niggas never talk just listen
This deuce shit comin' wit heat up out the kitchen
[Chorus]
Rough niggas in the street will bust 4 the bread
And meat deuce 57th Street and 7 deuce be packin' heat punks
Get the f*ck away from we, for we buckin' these mutha f*ckin' G.U.N.Z.
Dem no won f*ck with us
4 what I believe I will die
Dem no won f*ck with us
If any hataz wanna try
Hands gon throw gunz with bust
Real niggas run the streets with they gats up
Everything you got and owns getting' snatched up
[Verse 2]
If you're my enemy my energy
Your rhymes are elementary get lost in penitentiaries
When I begin this century so mention me
And Imma heat the track up if it's loo of you demons
I suggest you go get back up
Load the mac up don't slack up Imma act up on
Any mutha f*cka that think he got his clown suit on get
Stepped on destroy your mind you're wasting your time
Cause when I spit a f*cking rhyme I got a million in line
To listen to me, a bitch to do me nick naming me hollow tip with a stand off clip
That'll kill your click and will kill your brain if you can't maintain
Better slow your roll boy money hungry ain't no ho boy
That's for sure boy and ya know boy I'll whip your ass like four boys
You're a decoy I'm the real thang I'm a genius you're a pea brain
Get pissed on and whipped on so who you talkin' shit on Imma spit on
Any negative spirit that step to me try to take my soul
From under me but I got a lifetime warranty
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Skatterman cat
Persistantly dirty
From KC
Where in the drought we pay 50 for birdies package short
I call Snug and just give him the word he take ya face
Before he tell on me they'll get him 4 purgery
Hustla's shoot shit
Rob shit
Loot shit
Hard core convicts
Mob shit
If you snitch, killin'em on Tech's new shit (new shit)
Dude we crossin' the color line
Nuff money
Nuff weed
Make a tuff nigga colorblind
We rap 4 curb servers
That hop in and out of cars
Rep 4 cats wit 3rd murderers
That pop in and out of bars
D12, Strange Music, Rogue Dogs
Regime, Duce Click, Doe Boyz, Yong Gunz
Same team
Same beams
Niggas that a split ya cherries
Vigilanty's mutha f*ckas with permits to carry
Bitch you scary
F*ck you and that bitch you married
Cross anyone I named
That shit will get you buried
[Chorus]
[Verse 4]
It's all out war 4 the punks funk finna jump
Chumps get a lump when I dump tonks 4 the bianks
Gump wanna thump over pumps and a bump
Rumps get it krunk when I skunk runts
Imma munk what you bunk niggas want f*ck
What you thunk you get sunk in and trunk
F*ck that we done heard and took enough crap
Trust we bust back when muskrats bust caps
I'm tryin' to touch scratch and bring my hell to parties and
For the last time mutha f*ck Vell Bakardi
You cannot rap with me scrap with me
Nigga to the back of me catastrophe
Hits yo shits raggedy it had to be this tragedy shit
Suck it up don't be mad at me bitch I'm glad to be rich
You gets none with that fagoty pitch
Imma ex poppin' shroom droppin' rock and roll star
You's a no coppin' ho stalkin' drunk and a old fart it's a shame
Think you quick but you heard we flow quicker plus the bitches
Don't wanna f*ck a black herpe nose nigga
This is it yaw, dump this pussy off I a pit dog
Doe stackin' and hip hop it must not be his nitch yaw
So take the chicken exit, Technina's whassup
Next time grown folks talkin' you shut the f*ck up
Writer: AARON YATES
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Biancas and Beatrices
[Verse 1]
I'm kickin' it with this chick up in the club I'm off
The lou, and when you're on that caribou
you know just what to do,
I called her bianca
then she said what is that bianca shit
I looked and cracked a smile
and said bianca means you bitch
You's a biank baby, whether you like it or not
but you hot especially with ex & vicaden popped.
If you trippin' you can hike it and hop,
cause you know what I came to do
me and my villains come to strike it and stop
Pipe it and prop ya leg up and get up
bianca hold ya head up
your sex wet the bed up,
everybody's pondering wondering
about my slang that I spit, you can use it
when you refer to a dame or a chick
Don't be trippin' about the choice of words I'm using
On this script, don't step off in my face cause you
Can bet that I come equipped,
you wanna know what
You say, to get that biank to let you blend, (what)
Hotel, Motel, Holiday Inn
[Chorus]
Bianca's and beatrice's
are known for wetting matrices
And bending over in the ill positions
Bianca's and beatrice's
they love the way I'm rapping this
I dig'em then I plug'em and I diss'em
[x2]
[Verse 2]
You know dat'.
New brand nigga Kutt Calhoun, Who dat
U know that, big lip pretty nigga with the gold teeth (Aw)
Be rapping wit Tech, heard he just signed a big deal and estimated 5 or 6 million
That nigga fine if he willing Imma blow his mind, BITCH!!
The glit's and (all) the things in (volved)
Got yo whole brain dissolved
You couldn't squeeze in the drawlz
If you was my dick and ballz.
I tell ya man these dames are lame
Greedy, raunchy and dikes
A nigga gits a bit of fame and beyonkaz be like
Sew yo Royal Oats, Beatrice's saying
Hell yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, but Kutty "b" like
Ho, no slow yo roll, bafoon to busy trying to zoom off into the (upper room)
Claiming they catha-lic, licking asses, off x-stacy
Weed and hashes, and hitz of acid, addressing me
Just cause I rap, bitch you gittin nasty
Gone wit cho nasty ass pizzazz ashy slash sassy '"B"-atrice
[Chorus]
[x2]
[Verse 3]
Beatrices, means more than one bianca they actresses
Bring'em sex toys and guanjah we activist, ain't
No yes boys we monsters and macks at this, bring your
Best noise we conquer
The fact is this; say you don't wanna when you want ta
Relax to this, Extc & Willie Wonka we slaps a bitch
Cause me and my niggas are bonkers we stacks the hits
No coleco tyco or tonkas
Immaculate, give the mutha f*cker you honor a laxitive
Cause they boo boo biting paranas my gats will spit
Till you playa hataz are goners like maximus I'm a
Gladiator for nah nah
My raps assist the beat that's disturbing you momma
They scrap to this, welcome wicked witness the trauma
So clap to this while you're puffin' your marijuana
Get back to this beatrices and biancas
[Chorus]
[x2]
I'm kickin' it with this chick up in the club I'm off
The lou, and when you're on that caribou
you know just what to do,
I called her bianca
then she said what is that bianca shit
I looked and cracked a smile
and said bianca means you bitch
You's a biank baby, whether you like it or not
but you hot especially with ex & vicaden popped.
If you trippin' you can hike it and hop,
cause you know what I came to do
me and my villains come to strike it and stop
Pipe it and prop ya leg up and get up
bianca hold ya head up
your sex wet the bed up,
everybody's pondering wondering
about my slang that I spit, you can use it
when you refer to a dame or a chick
Don't be trippin' about the choice of words I'm using
On this script, don't step off in my face cause you
Can bet that I come equipped,
you wanna know what
You say, to get that biank to let you blend, (what)
Hotel, Motel, Holiday Inn
[Chorus]
Bianca's and beatrice's
are known for wetting matrices
And bending over in the ill positions
Bianca's and beatrice's
they love the way I'm rapping this
I dig'em then I plug'em and I diss'em
[x2]
[Verse 2]
You know dat'.
New brand nigga Kutt Calhoun, Who dat
U know that, big lip pretty nigga with the gold teeth (Aw)
Be rapping wit Tech, heard he just signed a big deal and estimated 5 or 6 million
That nigga fine if he willing Imma blow his mind, BITCH!!
The glit's and (all) the things in (volved)
Got yo whole brain dissolved
You couldn't squeeze in the drawlz
If you was my dick and ballz.
I tell ya man these dames are lame
Greedy, raunchy and dikes
A nigga gits a bit of fame and beyonkaz be like
Sew yo Royal Oats, Beatrice's saying
Hell yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, but Kutty "b" like
Ho, no slow yo roll, bafoon to busy trying to zoom off into the (upper room)
Claiming they catha-lic, licking asses, off x-stacy
Weed and hashes, and hitz of acid, addressing me
Just cause I rap, bitch you gittin nasty
Gone wit cho nasty ass pizzazz ashy slash sassy '"B"-atrice
[Chorus]
[x2]
[Verse 3]
Beatrices, means more than one bianca they actresses
Bring'em sex toys and guanjah we activist, ain't
No yes boys we monsters and macks at this, bring your
Best noise we conquer
The fact is this; say you don't wanna when you want ta
Relax to this, Extc & Willie Wonka we slaps a bitch
Cause me and my niggas are bonkers we stacks the hits
No coleco tyco or tonkas
Immaculate, give the mutha f*cker you honor a laxitive
Cause they boo boo biting paranas my gats will spit
Till you playa hataz are goners like maximus I'm a
Gladiator for nah nah
My raps assist the beat that's disturbing you momma
They scrap to this, welcome wicked witness the trauma
So clap to this while you're puffin' your marijuana
Get back to this beatrices and biancas
[Chorus]
[x2]
Writer: AARON YATES, REUBEN ARMSTRONG
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Diamond Joe's
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Slither
[Intro]
It was a Friday night and me and my homeboys
Decided to celebrate our departure from JCOR
So you know us, we had to go to the strip clubs
Everybody said they wanted to go to DJ's so we did.
So we get up in DJ's and we got V.I.P.
The owner shows us a lot of love, so he takes us
To our seat and Trav orders a round of 151 and coke
4 all of us, and that's when I seen her
A stallion ass like pow, Chest like bang,
Lips like ew, an angel man but she had the devils eyes,
I had to have her cat
[Verse 1]
Pass me the 151 and coke cat, then later
We'll find where the dope at, but hold that, I seen
Somethin' so fat that I wish I could've drove back to
Get my kodac
Strip teaser lovin' who got the visa got it then she will
Please ya nada then she don't need ya prada Gucci for leisure
It's her duty to feed ya amnesia caribou and tequiza
Off the turn buckle baby bubba had the booty and boobies
It was a nudy so cudie was a cutie I gotta get near
Her I got a mucho deniro look at her look at herself in
The mirror moving like shakira
Made my way to the front of the stage hunits for days
The body I wanted to praise will she get with a nigga
Maybe she bent over and said thanx and I whispered
In her ear
[Chorus]
I love the way you make it slither baby, every night
When I come thru that looks like somethin' that I
Wanna run thru, (you want some ooow) you know I want you
(Baby we can have fun too)
[Repeat 2x]
[2nd Verse]
Will she ask me for a lap dance? Then Trav said
She too fine fat chance, boy I'm Tech N9ne I rap
And I slap hands with millionaires and plus I got stacks
Man
She approached me slowly, holy moly, Chef Boyardees cheese
And Beef ravioli hold me close nose be op, how much evil can
Dough provoke (How much?) She told me nope
Said this one was on her, I'm hoping I can get the chance
To put in on her she slithered on me put the booty on
My lap and got ta girating, was I waiting for the
Pushin' grabbing and vibrating
But this is really when my pupils got to dilating
What kind of magical hocus pocus was I facing
Over and over tried to explain it the best that I could
She put her mouth on the crotch of my pants and said (hddddddd)
[Chorus]
[Repeat 2x]
[3rd Verse]
Said she needed 400 to tip out I whip out the grip so
Quick so we can dip out the trick house, told my homies
Not to poke their lip out I'm going to rip out the guts and
Try to throw my hip out
Now it's time to trip out got at the bitch house was 3
Fine female roommates my homies missed out, took me to
Her room and threw me right on the bed got right on the head
What a wonderful night it was said
Then along came 3, 36 double D. Sizes kissin' and lickin'
On me and they comin' to do what wake my dude up but
One of them bitches bit me on the neck and drew blood
Then the other and the others, instead of bud lovers
I'm trapped with blood suckin' mutha f*ckas 4 eternity
Brought me here to straight feed on a nigga all
Because I said to a stripper I love the way you make it'
SSSLITHER.
It was a Friday night and me and my homeboys
Decided to celebrate our departure from JCOR
So you know us, we had to go to the strip clubs
Everybody said they wanted to go to DJ's so we did.
So we get up in DJ's and we got V.I.P.
The owner shows us a lot of love, so he takes us
To our seat and Trav orders a round of 151 and coke
4 all of us, and that's when I seen her
A stallion ass like pow, Chest like bang,
Lips like ew, an angel man but she had the devils eyes,
I had to have her cat
[Verse 1]
Pass me the 151 and coke cat, then later
We'll find where the dope at, but hold that, I seen
Somethin' so fat that I wish I could've drove back to
Get my kodac
Strip teaser lovin' who got the visa got it then she will
Please ya nada then she don't need ya prada Gucci for leisure
It's her duty to feed ya amnesia caribou and tequiza
Off the turn buckle baby bubba had the booty and boobies
It was a nudy so cudie was a cutie I gotta get near
Her I got a mucho deniro look at her look at herself in
The mirror moving like shakira
Made my way to the front of the stage hunits for days
The body I wanted to praise will she get with a nigga
Maybe she bent over and said thanx and I whispered
In her ear
[Chorus]
I love the way you make it slither baby, every night
When I come thru that looks like somethin' that I
Wanna run thru, (you want some ooow) you know I want you
(Baby we can have fun too)
[Repeat 2x]
[2nd Verse]
Will she ask me for a lap dance? Then Trav said
She too fine fat chance, boy I'm Tech N9ne I rap
And I slap hands with millionaires and plus I got stacks
Man
She approached me slowly, holy moly, Chef Boyardees cheese
And Beef ravioli hold me close nose be op, how much evil can
Dough provoke (How much?) She told me nope
Said this one was on her, I'm hoping I can get the chance
To put in on her she slithered on me put the booty on
My lap and got ta girating, was I waiting for the
Pushin' grabbing and vibrating
But this is really when my pupils got to dilating
What kind of magical hocus pocus was I facing
Over and over tried to explain it the best that I could
She put her mouth on the crotch of my pants and said (hddddddd)
[Chorus]
[Repeat 2x]
[3rd Verse]
Said she needed 400 to tip out I whip out the grip so
Quick so we can dip out the trick house, told my homies
Not to poke their lip out I'm going to rip out the guts and
Try to throw my hip out
Now it's time to trip out got at the bitch house was 3
Fine female roommates my homies missed out, took me to
Her room and threw me right on the bed got right on the head
What a wonderful night it was said
Then along came 3, 36 double D. Sizes kissin' and lickin'
On me and they comin' to do what wake my dude up but
One of them bitches bit me on the neck and drew blood
Then the other and the others, instead of bud lovers
I'm trapped with blood suckin' mutha f*ckas 4 eternity
Brought me here to straight feed on a nigga all
Because I said to a stripper I love the way you make it'
SSSLITHER.
Writer: AARON YATES, RONNY BLACHE
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Disturbance
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Trapped In A Psychos Body
[1st Verse]
Don't you come near me cause the devils sittin' next to me
I drink my drink and smoke my weed and pop my extacy.
Then add some GHB and mushrooms to the recipe, this means
I'm really letting the beast within get the best of me
If you can hear me, I need help I'm caught and
I'm stuck and I'm trapped in me self don't understand
This f*cked off hand that G. delt lazarus help
Me cause he's hazardous to T's health.
He set trippin' he's tryin' to get a nigga killed
And get a nigga pealed the other side is gonna rid
Him in a field no sentimental feelin's sit'em in necro
Buildings, I tried to tell'em where you going you will
Not see your women and your children.
He popped 15 hits of ex in one night, licked big titts
Had sex with some dikes and he won't use protection
For my erection constantly makin' me get that
Penicillin injection
Wait, I hear voices speakin' from inside
I'm out front wit it he creepin' and he hides
I can't help but notice he's kinda stuck up Imma
Let it slide but in the mean time shut the
F*ck up, and just ride.
[Chorus]
I'm a psycho baby
It's about to drive me crazy Backwards
[Repeat 2 times]
[2nd Verse]
When I was younger I used to faint at the sight
Of blood, now that I'm older I noticed it ain't at the
Sight of blood now the sight of blood equals the very
First sight of love, menstrual cycles feelin' like you right
At your height of drugs
Bleed 4 me baby angel hart rage f*ckin' you makes
Me feel a murderous sensation blood mixed with
Ejaculation cum bustin' bump heads till concussions
After we done f*ckin' if I can't get the spirit I've won
Nothin'
I got children, and a wife he's thinkin' of
Leaping off of buildings taking flight. By
Now somebody should have killed him, end his
Life but too many mutha f*ckers feel him and his mic
Somebody stop him cause he's f*ckin' up my lively
Hood, with me trapped inside this psycho how can
I be good to my wifey if it's remotely close to a
Punani he's in it monster runnin' us back and forth to
The free clinic
If you're a friend, time to say too da loo
Cause ain't no possible way he can ever be true
To you, cancel your appointment to do the do
If he wants to kill himself what the f*ck you
Think he wanna do to you?
[Chorus]
[(Repeat 2 times) Backwards]
[3rd Verse]
I am a nightmare walkin', psychopath talkin' brain
Deteriorating cause of x pill poppin' I got
More troubles what ever you got it doubles
And triples and quadruples having fantasies of eating
Nipples and noodles
Drugs take the pain away, used to have a lot of love
But now it fade away
The fact that women love the music and they open
Their legs 4 a psychopathic nigga that's so f*cked up in the
Head is beautiful
For my family this isn't suitable (devil bitches alert)
(No) gotta recruit a few this niggas gonna do me
Harm I'm drugged up and I'm torn look at this
Mutha f*cker he colored my hair orange
You can't touch me everybody loves me listening to my
Music children are getting ugly. If I told you everything
I was thinkin' it wouldn't be G. tellin' you how many
Crossed my path just wouldn't be me
But they know cause they way lo how bout some ex
And fry and ya yo and f*ck a ha hlo a lot of Jim Beam
To have grim dreams would be healthy I'm trapped
In a psychos body can you help me?
[Chorus]
[(Repeat 4 times) Backwards]
Don't you come near me cause the devils sittin' next to me
I drink my drink and smoke my weed and pop my extacy.
Then add some GHB and mushrooms to the recipe, this means
I'm really letting the beast within get the best of me
If you can hear me, I need help I'm caught and
I'm stuck and I'm trapped in me self don't understand
This f*cked off hand that G. delt lazarus help
Me cause he's hazardous to T's health.
He set trippin' he's tryin' to get a nigga killed
And get a nigga pealed the other side is gonna rid
Him in a field no sentimental feelin's sit'em in necro
Buildings, I tried to tell'em where you going you will
Not see your women and your children.
He popped 15 hits of ex in one night, licked big titts
Had sex with some dikes and he won't use protection
For my erection constantly makin' me get that
Penicillin injection
Wait, I hear voices speakin' from inside
I'm out front wit it he creepin' and he hides
I can't help but notice he's kinda stuck up Imma
Let it slide but in the mean time shut the
F*ck up, and just ride.
[Chorus]
I'm a psycho baby
It's about to drive me crazy Backwards
[Repeat 2 times]
[2nd Verse]
When I was younger I used to faint at the sight
Of blood, now that I'm older I noticed it ain't at the
Sight of blood now the sight of blood equals the very
First sight of love, menstrual cycles feelin' like you right
At your height of drugs
Bleed 4 me baby angel hart rage f*ckin' you makes
Me feel a murderous sensation blood mixed with
Ejaculation cum bustin' bump heads till concussions
After we done f*ckin' if I can't get the spirit I've won
Nothin'
I got children, and a wife he's thinkin' of
Leaping off of buildings taking flight. By
Now somebody should have killed him, end his
Life but too many mutha f*ckers feel him and his mic
Somebody stop him cause he's f*ckin' up my lively
Hood, with me trapped inside this psycho how can
I be good to my wifey if it's remotely close to a
Punani he's in it monster runnin' us back and forth to
The free clinic
If you're a friend, time to say too da loo
Cause ain't no possible way he can ever be true
To you, cancel your appointment to do the do
If he wants to kill himself what the f*ck you
Think he wanna do to you?
[Chorus]
[(Repeat 2 times) Backwards]
[3rd Verse]
I am a nightmare walkin', psychopath talkin' brain
Deteriorating cause of x pill poppin' I got
More troubles what ever you got it doubles
And triples and quadruples having fantasies of eating
Nipples and noodles
Drugs take the pain away, used to have a lot of love
But now it fade away
The fact that women love the music and they open
Their legs 4 a psychopathic nigga that's so f*cked up in the
Head is beautiful
For my family this isn't suitable (devil bitches alert)
(No) gotta recruit a few this niggas gonna do me
Harm I'm drugged up and I'm torn look at this
Mutha f*cker he colored my hair orange
You can't touch me everybody loves me listening to my
Music children are getting ugly. If I told you everything
I was thinkin' it wouldn't be G. tellin' you how many
Crossed my path just wouldn't be me
But they know cause they way lo how bout some ex
And fry and ya yo and f*ck a ha hlo a lot of Jim Beam
To have grim dreams would be healthy I'm trapped
In a psychos body can you help me?
[Chorus]
[(Repeat 4 times) Backwards]
Writer: AARON YATES, CHARLES GLENN, L NAYLOR, R BLACHE, S WATSON, TRACY MORROW
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
T9X
[Verse 1]
Fall into a spell way deeper than hell
Sensation was given to me from my homegirl Shell
Told me, since I was in pain and I like 2 rebel
This Motorola I'm giving you will suit you real well
10 minutes, 20 minutes, 30 minutes feelin' funny butterflies
My eyes dilate another size overwhelming sense of love
Got this nut so sprung
Walk up to a stranger baby, can I suck your tongue
Tingling baby got me feeling like mingling baby
This is a hella higher learning than singleton baby
One minute I'm cold next one I'm heat
Get me some, big red so I don't grind my teeth
This is deep I take another one and another one
And another one, uh oh here comes the other ones,
I'm stimulated man I'm hella blown away
And all the problems that I had have all gone away.
I pop another pill and Imma take a sip of Caribou to wash it down
Ya thinkin' Imma overdose, I never had a moment that'll turn a nigga round
I really wanna give you what I got up in my dickies in the bed I wanna start
I feel I wanna f*ck you but my dick is really numb and I don't see me getting hard
She told me take this cap of G.H.B. with a gulp of Mountain Dew
With glee so I can possibly end my existence
G.H.B. ain't no need 4 resistance, extacy
[Chorus]
Yeah, X.T.C. (I love you very much) [repeat 3 times]
G.H.B., shrooms and weed
This is the Tech N9NE experience
Yeah A.C.I.D. (I love you very much) [repeat 3 times]
P.C.P., Carabou leez
This is the Tech N9NE experience
[Verse 2]
I'm on 5 pills and a cap of date rape one caraboulou
And it ain't even late, great
I feel good; let's go to the x house
That's where Heather and Margie got everybody x'ed out
Walk in the crib, my homegirl say Tech's with me
Cause she know all the bitches wanna get next to me
Imma star and ladies wanna have sex with me
But the bitches still get jealous off of extacy.
It's like 30 people in the house
Rave bitches messaging glow sticks in the mouth
I take another cap of G. with my Mountain Dew
In higher than the top floor at the Fountain Bleu
Somebody said they got the chronic light it up man
Let's smoke it all till we fall then get up again
I wanna f*ck but I'm numb cause I'm thizzled up
Skip to the lou I try to piss dick is shriveled up
My nigga Kutt got the blunt nigga pass it
I didn't even know you was here so
He passed it with a couple hits of acid
Like I refuse to stay alive, it's pills and mo thrills
I'm lucky if I survive; I'm high
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Dipped out the x house it's right around two
Off to Westport to kick it with the Hurricane crew
Saw my niggas C & G after party at the room
My homegirl Ieasha slid me a couple grams of shrooms
Damn, it don't stop embassy suites 3 o'clock
With my niggas C & G, they got hella G. & E.
I get two mo hits of that X.T.C. shit
I don't wanna come down off that X.T.C. trip
Bitches, in the room lookin' so fresh so clean a couple
Hella high panties and bra no jeans
My nigga said that he got codeine
Mixed it with cherry Robitussin and juice I took a sip of his lean
In the bathroom to bust a shit
I couldn't do it so my bitch came to suck the dick
It was hard and soft but hard enough to penetrate the slit
Bout 20 minutes damn near fainted when it was time to spit
5 o'clock in the morning and we still zoned
7 o'clock in the morning pill is still on
This life I live I might not die if let lone
Love my experience this is my f*cked up life
Don't try this at home
[Chorus]
Fall into a spell way deeper than hell
Sensation was given to me from my homegirl Shell
Told me, since I was in pain and I like 2 rebel
This Motorola I'm giving you will suit you real well
10 minutes, 20 minutes, 30 minutes feelin' funny butterflies
My eyes dilate another size overwhelming sense of love
Got this nut so sprung
Walk up to a stranger baby, can I suck your tongue
Tingling baby got me feeling like mingling baby
This is a hella higher learning than singleton baby
One minute I'm cold next one I'm heat
Get me some, big red so I don't grind my teeth
This is deep I take another one and another one
And another one, uh oh here comes the other ones,
I'm stimulated man I'm hella blown away
And all the problems that I had have all gone away.
I pop another pill and Imma take a sip of Caribou to wash it down
Ya thinkin' Imma overdose, I never had a moment that'll turn a nigga round
I really wanna give you what I got up in my dickies in the bed I wanna start
I feel I wanna f*ck you but my dick is really numb and I don't see me getting hard
She told me take this cap of G.H.B. with a gulp of Mountain Dew
With glee so I can possibly end my existence
G.H.B. ain't no need 4 resistance, extacy
[Chorus]
Yeah, X.T.C. (I love you very much) [repeat 3 times]
G.H.B., shrooms and weed
This is the Tech N9NE experience
Yeah A.C.I.D. (I love you very much) [repeat 3 times]
P.C.P., Carabou leez
This is the Tech N9NE experience
[Verse 2]
I'm on 5 pills and a cap of date rape one caraboulou
And it ain't even late, great
I feel good; let's go to the x house
That's where Heather and Margie got everybody x'ed out
Walk in the crib, my homegirl say Tech's with me
Cause she know all the bitches wanna get next to me
Imma star and ladies wanna have sex with me
But the bitches still get jealous off of extacy.
It's like 30 people in the house
Rave bitches messaging glow sticks in the mouth
I take another cap of G. with my Mountain Dew
In higher than the top floor at the Fountain Bleu
Somebody said they got the chronic light it up man
Let's smoke it all till we fall then get up again
I wanna f*ck but I'm numb cause I'm thizzled up
Skip to the lou I try to piss dick is shriveled up
My nigga Kutt got the blunt nigga pass it
I didn't even know you was here so
He passed it with a couple hits of acid
Like I refuse to stay alive, it's pills and mo thrills
I'm lucky if I survive; I'm high
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Dipped out the x house it's right around two
Off to Westport to kick it with the Hurricane crew
Saw my niggas C & G after party at the room
My homegirl Ieasha slid me a couple grams of shrooms
Damn, it don't stop embassy suites 3 o'clock
With my niggas C & G, they got hella G. & E.
I get two mo hits of that X.T.C. shit
I don't wanna come down off that X.T.C. trip
Bitches, in the room lookin' so fresh so clean a couple
Hella high panties and bra no jeans
My nigga said that he got codeine
Mixed it with cherry Robitussin and juice I took a sip of his lean
In the bathroom to bust a shit
I couldn't do it so my bitch came to suck the dick
It was hard and soft but hard enough to penetrate the slit
Bout 20 minutes damn near fainted when it was time to spit
5 o'clock in the morning and we still zoned
7 o'clock in the morning pill is still on
This life I live I might not die if let lone
Love my experience this is my f*cked up life
Don't try this at home
[Chorus]
Writer: AARON YATES, S RASPBERRY, S WATSON
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
She Devil
[Verse 1: tech n9ne]
Often they blow ya top watch when they hold ya jock
Shocked when the notch sold crotch and you lost composure
Soft for the ho's ya not stocked fulla roll ya walk for the
Hot shot wanna cop and do lots of dosha
She devil her greed level is hella high
Speed rebel exceed pedals with a devils eye
They call girl and strip they all twirl and trip in yaw world
They dip and all thorough and hip
Hustlers they sluts and drug smugglers
Money they double up throw that stuff up and bubble up
Best believe when I get ya I'm bout to strap it down
Cause wadatah Imma tippy tah on ya capitown
I go to have it now, TECH N9NE it's a habit
Got to stab it I'm savage hound
She devils are incredible out 4 thy dough
At her crilla is scrilla ex and tapes of Taebo yo
[Chorus:]
Sin with me I want you. She-devils in the house let me hear ya
(Hey) off top I gots to get near ya
[Verse 2: bizzare]
Today my wife left, I don't give a f*ck bitch
That's why I'm paying you 150 bucks
To suck me and caniver
Let this diabetic dick touch your saliva
I take em blid and crazy 14 to 48
Every since we f*cked I been coughing and losing weigh stink ho
Trying to creep bitch pick your son up
He been at school for a week
You f*cking freak trying to get the best of me
Kidnap you ass leave you lost like really without destiny
You stank trick you suck dick Jason Williams
(What up!) Shoot this dirty bitch
[Chorus:]
Sin with me I want you. She-devils in the house let me hear ya
(Hey) off top I gots to get near ya
[Verse 3: kuniva]
This devilish bitch is so succulent
Taking a piece of my soul every time that I bust a nut
She's like a succubus a nymphomaniac laying me back
On a fitchy mattress cum stinking smelling like catfish
Still I hit yeah I did it her pussy travels it doesn't have a pivet
I remember when she was timid your scandalous ass
Taking the pastors cash got em on the sucking your tits
Snorting and passing hash
I still had to grab that ass had to laugh at stories
About you ragged ass-licking maxi pads, you dirty bitch
You used to be nerdy bitch
Now she's in the backyard f*ck thirty pits
[kon-artis:]
Now besides being on ex and regardless of having sex
We getting close to gellets just grinding to every kick
2 fingers up in her pussy my hands rubbing her tits
As soon as my wife push me her mans f*cking a trick
(I don't care she know I trick) but she's starting to get hip
To it cause she's finding matches inside of my pockets
That say I strip which means I might get caught lose
Everything that I bought, the house, the kids, and the car I know it sounds Bizarre
But we should give her a call and see if she want it in that way
It's 3-way sex and we can all be friends
I know you've done it before don't act like you haven't whore
I'm bout to lose my wife I can't afford a divorce
[Chorus:]
Sin with me I want you. She-devils in the house let me hear ya
(Hey) off top I gots to get near ya
[Verse 4: swift]
F*cking with your pussy it's a handful you think
I'm drowning then you clowning
So basically bitch you're a damn fool and that's a given fact
Plus I remember back when you was young I could see 100 niggas thru your gap
And all of them was probably hitting that
That's embarrassing you're stuck with 30 children, 20 miscarriages
In and out of buildings aint caring who it is f*cking newlyweds
Didn't mean to do it but you did slut
[proof:]
Devilish she's never to be faithful
Credit or fee it's better that she's tranquil
Even a apple my cock can unlock
The key to your asshole
Stop the plot do the freeze on my cash flow
Cock the gloc I thru these in the castle
Fresh outta school with a disease and a tassle
Ski's and it's natural you just my ho that's the reason you stack dough
[Chorus:]
Sin with me I want you. She-devils in the house let me hear ya
(Hey) off top I gots to get near ya
Often they blow ya top watch when they hold ya jock
Shocked when the notch sold crotch and you lost composure
Soft for the ho's ya not stocked fulla roll ya walk for the
Hot shot wanna cop and do lots of dosha
She devil her greed level is hella high
Speed rebel exceed pedals with a devils eye
They call girl and strip they all twirl and trip in yaw world
They dip and all thorough and hip
Hustlers they sluts and drug smugglers
Money they double up throw that stuff up and bubble up
Best believe when I get ya I'm bout to strap it down
Cause wadatah Imma tippy tah on ya capitown
I go to have it now, TECH N9NE it's a habit
Got to stab it I'm savage hound
She devils are incredible out 4 thy dough
At her crilla is scrilla ex and tapes of Taebo yo
[Chorus:]
Sin with me I want you. She-devils in the house let me hear ya
(Hey) off top I gots to get near ya
[Verse 2: bizzare]
Today my wife left, I don't give a f*ck bitch
That's why I'm paying you 150 bucks
To suck me and caniver
Let this diabetic dick touch your saliva
I take em blid and crazy 14 to 48
Every since we f*cked I been coughing and losing weigh stink ho
Trying to creep bitch pick your son up
He been at school for a week
You f*cking freak trying to get the best of me
Kidnap you ass leave you lost like really without destiny
You stank trick you suck dick Jason Williams
(What up!) Shoot this dirty bitch
[Chorus:]
Sin with me I want you. She-devils in the house let me hear ya
(Hey) off top I gots to get near ya
[Verse 3: kuniva]
This devilish bitch is so succulent
Taking a piece of my soul every time that I bust a nut
She's like a succubus a nymphomaniac laying me back
On a fitchy mattress cum stinking smelling like catfish
Still I hit yeah I did it her pussy travels it doesn't have a pivet
I remember when she was timid your scandalous ass
Taking the pastors cash got em on the sucking your tits
Snorting and passing hash
I still had to grab that ass had to laugh at stories
About you ragged ass-licking maxi pads, you dirty bitch
You used to be nerdy bitch
Now she's in the backyard f*ck thirty pits
[kon-artis:]
Now besides being on ex and regardless of having sex
We getting close to gellets just grinding to every kick
2 fingers up in her pussy my hands rubbing her tits
As soon as my wife push me her mans f*cking a trick
(I don't care she know I trick) but she's starting to get hip
To it cause she's finding matches inside of my pockets
That say I strip which means I might get caught lose
Everything that I bought, the house, the kids, and the car I know it sounds Bizarre
But we should give her a call and see if she want it in that way
It's 3-way sex and we can all be friends
I know you've done it before don't act like you haven't whore
I'm bout to lose my wife I can't afford a divorce
[Chorus:]
Sin with me I want you. She-devils in the house let me hear ya
(Hey) off top I gots to get near ya
[Verse 4: swift]
F*cking with your pussy it's a handful you think
I'm drowning then you clowning
So basically bitch you're a damn fool and that's a given fact
Plus I remember back when you was young I could see 100 niggas thru your gap
And all of them was probably hitting that
That's embarrassing you're stuck with 30 children, 20 miscarriages
In and out of buildings aint caring who it is f*cking newlyweds
Didn't mean to do it but you did slut
[proof:]
Devilish she's never to be faithful
Credit or fee it's better that she's tranquil
Even a apple my cock can unlock
The key to your asshole
Stop the plot do the freeze on my cash flow
Cock the gloc I thru these in the castle
Fresh outta school with a disease and a tassle
Ski's and it's natural you just my ho that's the reason you stack dough
[Chorus:]
Sin with me I want you. She-devils in the house let me hear ya
(Hey) off top I gots to get near ya
Writer: Aaron Yates, Denaun Porter, Deshawn Holton, Erica Hugunin, Melvin Calhoun, Ondre Moore, Ronny Blache, Rufus Johnson, Samuel Watson, Von Carlisle
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Worst Enemy
You were supposed to be my dog
Homey when I first met you what was told to me was fraud
What a shocker an imposter, I been crossed I lost ya
My best friend turned out to be an enemy the sin in me hit me
No sympathy no empathy either, Homey I never denied ya
Nothing that you wanted women, I never player hated I hooked
You up booked you up from the beginning the sin in me had
Love for you shed blood for you when you wanted to dig
I dug for you nigga, But you a double crosser nasty hand tosser
I should've known you was evil, when you told me it was cool
For we to be sex fools when we under the steeple the retrieval
I'm trying to get my life back no more stopping women
From putting a knife at your cap remember when we were
Kickin' it bitches was giving everyday we did it in
Everyway, but the respect went away you got a mind of
Your own now you're grown now can I ask you a question
Did you forget we were kinfolk nigga we the same complexion
I'm stressing
You was always in front of me so I listened everyday
You wanted me on a mission I even let you have sex
With my lady like a g. infatuated with you and not me
I sucked it up; I got back with her you f*cked it up
By letting her know I creeping around with every chick in the
Town buster, I should've known not to trust you
Listen I'm losing my life because of you
I lost my life because of you; I'm losing my wife because of you
I even had sex and a baby with that crazy bitch you introduced me to
Now I'm straight depressed, I hate your flesh
The fate was just, belate the Tech laid to rest
Every time you got drawls you made my
Poor little life fall nigga you got balls
You ain't never had a partner like me, real a never
Ever sold you pipe dreams personal yes it might seem
Nigga when you was burning, I went and got the doxcycline
Looked out for your health, and this is all the respect
I get hater your neck I slit but I can't cause I'm
Attached to ya and I don't know why sometimes I wish
You would just die
It would eliminate all this hurt maybe I could
Get up out of all this dirt you caused me so strong
Nothing can stop ya not even cerebral pawlsy I can't believe
It my best homey turned on me you must have forgot
We grew up together I'm thru life is over now it's
Nothing else to do point the finger and blame it on you
[Chorus]
It's all because of you, you, you. I lost my girl, my world
Is upside down because I found you wasn't shit.
It's all because of you, you, you. Broke us into you untrue
Don't know what to do I'm talking to you, who?
My dick!
Homey when I first met you what was told to me was fraud
What a shocker an imposter, I been crossed I lost ya
My best friend turned out to be an enemy the sin in me hit me
No sympathy no empathy either, Homey I never denied ya
Nothing that you wanted women, I never player hated I hooked
You up booked you up from the beginning the sin in me had
Love for you shed blood for you when you wanted to dig
I dug for you nigga, But you a double crosser nasty hand tosser
I should've known you was evil, when you told me it was cool
For we to be sex fools when we under the steeple the retrieval
I'm trying to get my life back no more stopping women
From putting a knife at your cap remember when we were
Kickin' it bitches was giving everyday we did it in
Everyway, but the respect went away you got a mind of
Your own now you're grown now can I ask you a question
Did you forget we were kinfolk nigga we the same complexion
I'm stressing
You was always in front of me so I listened everyday
You wanted me on a mission I even let you have sex
With my lady like a g. infatuated with you and not me
I sucked it up; I got back with her you f*cked it up
By letting her know I creeping around with every chick in the
Town buster, I should've known not to trust you
Listen I'm losing my life because of you
I lost my life because of you; I'm losing my wife because of you
I even had sex and a baby with that crazy bitch you introduced me to
Now I'm straight depressed, I hate your flesh
The fate was just, belate the Tech laid to rest
Every time you got drawls you made my
Poor little life fall nigga you got balls
You ain't never had a partner like me, real a never
Ever sold you pipe dreams personal yes it might seem
Nigga when you was burning, I went and got the doxcycline
Looked out for your health, and this is all the respect
I get hater your neck I slit but I can't cause I'm
Attached to ya and I don't know why sometimes I wish
You would just die
It would eliminate all this hurt maybe I could
Get up out of all this dirt you caused me so strong
Nothing can stop ya not even cerebral pawlsy I can't believe
It my best homey turned on me you must have forgot
We grew up together I'm thru life is over now it's
Nothing else to do point the finger and blame it on you
[Chorus]
It's all because of you, you, you. I lost my girl, my world
Is upside down because I found you wasn't shit.
It's all because of you, you, you. Broke us into you untrue
Don't know what to do I'm talking to you, who?
My dick!
Writer: AARON YATES, R ARMSTRONG
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
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Absolute Power
[1st Verse]
Ain't no way you bout to stop this sickness from the
Deepest darkest part of misery psycho alpha schizo
Get your chick she digging me
A.B.S.O.L.U.T.E. P.O.W.E.R.
See me clownin', look at all you player haters
frownin'
Raw, God said kill'em all Tech's backs to the wall
Fighting 4 my life and Imma bust back till they fall
And I ain't even slangin' them thangs I'm hollin' 187
If you trippin' with strange
I'm really real with it,
like my homey A.J. say deal with it
Pushin' and pullin', fightin' 4 the mill ticket,
in a minute imma do it like a villain
Imma get'em in the middle of a Bomb,
put'em on the spot till the funk go pop and
I bet he never have another quam.
Tech nizzle, when I'm thizzled it's who B you
rollin' with
Dave, Trav, Violet Brown and 3DQ
Hootie Hoo
for those who not knowing that Mizzou thee true,
Imma tell ya like the swedish would say it;
sug min kuk
[Chorus]
Absolute power
That's the only way to roll
Absolute power
They love us everywhere we go
Absolute power
Tecca nina's bout to blow
Absolute power
Absolute power
[Repeat 2x]
[2nd Verse]
I do hip hop, and I mix it with the hard rock
Designing this rhyming 4 climbing
Tech N9ne he's unwinding
The shining it's blinding,
greedy so we constantly grinding
I been in the game 16 years making rap tunes,
raising hella havoc up in the classroom
now in 02 you can watch me
clownin' diamonds shining watchin' dvd's on
The Hachitachi
It's all Jesus, now I keep the crowds pumpin' they
Jumpin' get back to the tele we rollin' and stickin'
Somethin' racing to the main line absolute power
Is having Halle Berry and Juliet Lewis at the same
time
Oh that's how strange niggas run, listen to the villain
With the gun associated tongue we're close to the
end but not done
the Tech's just began begun
beginning to begin to have fun
The curse, is tryin' to put me in the hearst
but I will not tumble first things first,
took a lot of shit and I can't take more
F*ck Jay Farries and everybody
Down wit'em and f*ck JCOR.
[Chorus]
[Repeat 2x]
[3rd Verse]
Thanks to Strange Music I'm comin' and all my
Enemies they runnin' now all my haters bummin'
cause I was summoned,
we Kansas City players
and we bout sold game,
we make it so that Tech N9ne is a household name
How many points you got? I got 50 here's a
question to the censorship committee
who's the biggest gangs of niggas in the city,
my villains are Gritty,
Big Scoob, Txx Will, Bakarii,
rest in peace Short Nitty
Power the evil way is power the people say
Rebel yellin' with felons and my pockets are swellin'
This beats from Berlin Germany throwin' up Mizzizy
So ain't no other city concerning me
I teach it and I speak it very loosely
Stamina gunnin'
got player haters running profusely
Now I got the parents pissed and
Ready to noose me, cause they know that
Absolute power corrupts, absolutely
[Chorus]
[Repeat 4x]
Ain't no way you bout to stop this sickness from the
Deepest darkest part of misery psycho alpha schizo
Get your chick she digging me
A.B.S.O.L.U.T.E. P.O.W.E.R.
See me clownin', look at all you player haters
frownin'
Raw, God said kill'em all Tech's backs to the wall
Fighting 4 my life and Imma bust back till they fall
And I ain't even slangin' them thangs I'm hollin' 187
If you trippin' with strange
I'm really real with it,
like my homey A.J. say deal with it
Pushin' and pullin', fightin' 4 the mill ticket,
in a minute imma do it like a villain
Imma get'em in the middle of a Bomb,
put'em on the spot till the funk go pop and
I bet he never have another quam.
Tech nizzle, when I'm thizzled it's who B you
rollin' with
Dave, Trav, Violet Brown and 3DQ
Hootie Hoo
for those who not knowing that Mizzou thee true,
Imma tell ya like the swedish would say it;
sug min kuk
[Chorus]
Absolute power
That's the only way to roll
Absolute power
They love us everywhere we go
Absolute power
Tecca nina's bout to blow
Absolute power
Absolute power
[Repeat 2x]
[2nd Verse]
I do hip hop, and I mix it with the hard rock
Designing this rhyming 4 climbing
Tech N9ne he's unwinding
The shining it's blinding,
greedy so we constantly grinding
I been in the game 16 years making rap tunes,
raising hella havoc up in the classroom
now in 02 you can watch me
clownin' diamonds shining watchin' dvd's on
The Hachitachi
It's all Jesus, now I keep the crowds pumpin' they
Jumpin' get back to the tele we rollin' and stickin'
Somethin' racing to the main line absolute power
Is having Halle Berry and Juliet Lewis at the same
time
Oh that's how strange niggas run, listen to the villain
With the gun associated tongue we're close to the
end but not done
the Tech's just began begun
beginning to begin to have fun
The curse, is tryin' to put me in the hearst
but I will not tumble first things first,
took a lot of shit and I can't take more
F*ck Jay Farries and everybody
Down wit'em and f*ck JCOR.
[Chorus]
[Repeat 2x]
[3rd Verse]
Thanks to Strange Music I'm comin' and all my
Enemies they runnin' now all my haters bummin'
cause I was summoned,
we Kansas City players
and we bout sold game,
we make it so that Tech N9ne is a household name
How many points you got? I got 50 here's a
question to the censorship committee
who's the biggest gangs of niggas in the city,
my villains are Gritty,
Big Scoob, Txx Will, Bakarii,
rest in peace Short Nitty
Power the evil way is power the people say
Rebel yellin' with felons and my pockets are swellin'
This beats from Berlin Germany throwin' up Mizzizy
So ain't no other city concerning me
I teach it and I speak it very loosely
Stamina gunnin'
got player haters running profusely
Now I got the parents pissed and
Ready to noose me, cause they know that
Absolute power corrupts, absolutely
[Chorus]
[Repeat 4x]
Writer: AARON YATES, R BLACHE, S WATSON
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Yada Yada Yada
[Verse 1]
Just think, what if I could just, just blink this shit away.
Niggas think, because a nigga bust, I got grips and grips of pay.
The pain grows in fame and kangols with change
And strange hos who bang in range roves for thangs,
Same shows with lames the rain woes will stain insane
Foes who drain and hang bros with brains
If you caught it that means you got it, and if you brought it,
That means you should've shot it cause I'm about ta, drop
The real ya need a lot to kill a leader, prop the
nina nigga or pop the milli meter
Demarco I'm bout to spark flow your bark so harsh
But parts gon make you heart blow, blood
And don't be wassin' me cuzzin' me buggin me bout dubs
I'll be mud till these clubs really lovin me
It hurts my nigga to hurt my nigga but hurt
My nigga is what's inspiring these spurts my nigga
At first my nigga, used to be my homey, used to
Be my ace, yellin' you gon slap the taste out my mouth
Nigga I never scare sebwafares everywhere,
If you need me believe me its easy, to put holes in
Shakra teasy watch the wezzy he's lots of talk
4 sheezy
[Chorus]
Some say I should worry and watch where I walk (yeah)
Yada, yada, yada
Nigga that's just talk
I'm a friend, if I was a foe I would be knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knockin at yo front door
[Repeat 2x]
[Verse 2]
The industries faulty industry salty (man)
The industry cost me industry brought me (pain)
The industry taught me industry caught me (strange)
And you niggas know that the industries awfully (bane)
I ain't a snake nigga all I did is make niggas
Money was sunny now it's funny you playa hate
Niggas, over some cake the fate of a show me state
Nigga in my face will be Don Juan the great 2 late nigga.
I don't speak a lot I peep a lot I creep a lot
And people who speak are usually weak and out 4
Peace and no beef a lot remember we used
2 kick it like bros now you niggas act
like bitches and hos
Wit your licorice souls,
Tecca9 I got the wickedest flows
No kid in his mold on misery
Never will get wit this rogue, I'm pissed
At his whole little fisad of crip that is sold
Instead of a rap I should've twisted his nose
Who kept short nitty from killin you me, who
Kept Dyamund from drillin' you me
Who kept villain niggas from vill dealin' you me,
So now you can take away me and keep on talking
Crazy and Imma let em know where you
Keep yo baby and where you stay D.
[Chorus]
[Repeat 2x]
[3rd Verse]
You can't turn enough mutha f*ckers against me
You can't find a harder rapper that'll convince me
I'm wit the Canty's the Ashby's the Whitebears
LeJeunes the Harrises and the mutha fuchkin Timley's
The Theorys the Byers the canadys you know the
Familys that are known to be bad 4 humanity
Can he be bad, can he be tough can he be
Rough no cream puffs are considered to be rough enough
Nobody likes you not even yo bitches imma
Witness they sick of yo disrespectful way of speaking
explicit always talking about how big yo dick is,
better hope Anghellic, go multi platinum to get your riches
Blood, this is the end of men who were once friends
And then, one asshole thought he was somithin when
Punks bend over they get f*cked (get f*cked) hand over
Them Tech tapes or get stuck (get stuck)
You must think I'm soft 4 talkin to Icy Roc
Bout knockin the nina out I'm trippin without
A doubt, Imma tell you who really is ya friends,
Vell Barkardi and maybe you and him can get
Together and tell it like it is again
Its over man, I hope you brought ya navacane
I know the pain, is slowly taking over brain.
So calm that mutha f*ckin wombat I don't
Need no Don Juan tracks to come bomb on raps.
[Chorus]
[Repeat 2x]
Just think, what if I could just, just blink this shit away.
Niggas think, because a nigga bust, I got grips and grips of pay.
The pain grows in fame and kangols with change
And strange hos who bang in range roves for thangs,
Same shows with lames the rain woes will stain insane
Foes who drain and hang bros with brains
If you caught it that means you got it, and if you brought it,
That means you should've shot it cause I'm about ta, drop
The real ya need a lot to kill a leader, prop the
nina nigga or pop the milli meter
Demarco I'm bout to spark flow your bark so harsh
But parts gon make you heart blow, blood
And don't be wassin' me cuzzin' me buggin me bout dubs
I'll be mud till these clubs really lovin me
It hurts my nigga to hurt my nigga but hurt
My nigga is what's inspiring these spurts my nigga
At first my nigga, used to be my homey, used to
Be my ace, yellin' you gon slap the taste out my mouth
Nigga I never scare sebwafares everywhere,
If you need me believe me its easy, to put holes in
Shakra teasy watch the wezzy he's lots of talk
4 sheezy
[Chorus]
Some say I should worry and watch where I walk (yeah)
Yada, yada, yada
Nigga that's just talk
I'm a friend, if I was a foe I would be knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knockin at yo front door
[Repeat 2x]
[Verse 2]
The industries faulty industry salty (man)
The industry cost me industry brought me (pain)
The industry taught me industry caught me (strange)
And you niggas know that the industries awfully (bane)
I ain't a snake nigga all I did is make niggas
Money was sunny now it's funny you playa hate
Niggas, over some cake the fate of a show me state
Nigga in my face will be Don Juan the great 2 late nigga.
I don't speak a lot I peep a lot I creep a lot
And people who speak are usually weak and out 4
Peace and no beef a lot remember we used
2 kick it like bros now you niggas act
like bitches and hos
Wit your licorice souls,
Tecca9 I got the wickedest flows
No kid in his mold on misery
Never will get wit this rogue, I'm pissed
At his whole little fisad of crip that is sold
Instead of a rap I should've twisted his nose
Who kept short nitty from killin you me, who
Kept Dyamund from drillin' you me
Who kept villain niggas from vill dealin' you me,
So now you can take away me and keep on talking
Crazy and Imma let em know where you
Keep yo baby and where you stay D.
[Chorus]
[Repeat 2x]
[3rd Verse]
You can't turn enough mutha f*ckers against me
You can't find a harder rapper that'll convince me
I'm wit the Canty's the Ashby's the Whitebears
LeJeunes the Harrises and the mutha fuchkin Timley's
The Theorys the Byers the canadys you know the
Familys that are known to be bad 4 humanity
Can he be bad, can he be tough can he be
Rough no cream puffs are considered to be rough enough
Nobody likes you not even yo bitches imma
Witness they sick of yo disrespectful way of speaking
explicit always talking about how big yo dick is,
better hope Anghellic, go multi platinum to get your riches
Blood, this is the end of men who were once friends
And then, one asshole thought he was somithin when
Punks bend over they get f*cked (get f*cked) hand over
Them Tech tapes or get stuck (get stuck)
You must think I'm soft 4 talkin to Icy Roc
Bout knockin the nina out I'm trippin without
A doubt, Imma tell you who really is ya friends,
Vell Barkardi and maybe you and him can get
Together and tell it like it is again
Its over man, I hope you brought ya navacane
I know the pain, is slowly taking over brain.
So calm that mutha f*ckin wombat I don't
Need no Don Juan tracks to come bomb on raps.
[Chorus]
[Repeat 2x]
Writer: AARON YATES, S WATSON, W WILSON
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Constantly Dirty
[Verse 1]
Ain't nobody ever gave me a thang in my lifetime
So I'm on my own standin' strong
Holdin' chrome, disrespect my villains
Get'em gone, early mone, on the cone
Getting' my hussle on
I stays dirty, chippin, choppin', flippin birdies
I'm pushin' 30, vision clear I'm neva blurry
Plot and plan strategic mission I'm on my toes
I stays wit fam my mans and shake these f*ckin' foes
Lord knows, all the different situation trials and tribulation,
Aggravations that a nigga's facing
I get complacent, that's my ass I'm a memory
They spillin' liquor on the curb when they mention me
But ain't no fear in me, get it how you live
That's if you hearin' me, then dug down and dig.
Lace yo boots, man prepare for this struggle
Stay in them trenches hella dirty, grit and hussle.
[Chorus]
Ain't nobody ever gave me nothing
I'm on my own, I was down and dirty when I was young
But now I'm grown and I continue to struggle you heard me
Me and my niggas in the coarse and we constantly dirty
[x2]
[Verse 2]
Nigga, I gotta pocket full g's I'm constantly
Serving my Nina knock'em to they knees I'm constantly dirty
Supervillian check my powers I get the early worm
Chop with hoppers loose the kopper's with just a single turn
True to life through the mic they got me telling stories
With the fame and the lights I feed my territory
Gutter living with precision them busters know they phoney
Flipp my profit keep on rockin' it for my dead homies
They wanna follow my shadow and waddle in mudd
It's the infallible cannibal with the dirty gloves
Absolute with this power they call me realistic
Savage with cabbage still coming up off that Vill living
Giving my life to the night on the dirty
All my might when it's right then we strike on'em early
Twisted life living dirty, super savage I'm out to get that bread
Gutter living that's my habit until they rest my head
[Chorus]
[x2]
[Verse 3]
Which one of ya'll can I holla at when it's time for me to pay rent
And who you think gone lone me money once my last is spent
I got a even shorter list of people to call on when I'm in a pinch
So I might just walk around with my jaws clinched like the Grench
I'm headed for trouble cause I can't sit here and struggle
How can I bubble if I don't get out and hustle?
I'm in the wind put the spud on the muzzle
Put on my hood and grab my gloves and my shovel
Tie up my boots because the mud gets thick
Then hit a lick so quick they think I love this shit
Real life gutter living nigga coming straight from the brain
Some handle the stress others break from the pain
It's been fifteen of the damdest and ain't nothing changed but the weather
Times are still getting harder and niggas can't stick together
All thru my teens, twenty's seven when I'm thirty
Txx Will a be gritty, grimey, constantly dirty
[Chorus]
[x2]
[Verse 4]
Ain't nobody gave me nothin' but God
He gave me talent these civilians
Perpetrating a fraud, that point is valid
Got niggas sayin' they made me
The only thing that was maybe was music
Cause nobody ever properly paid me
Don't get it twisted that little money was appreciated
It got me out there again glad that's alleviated
But the nigga that say I didn't have a following before Mitchell Bade
Hit the streets must be inebriated
Soon as Mitch hit it hit because we some talented
Mutha f*ckers but they still talk shit
Keep that shit low black, that shit be getting' back
2 a nigga that will fight 4 you at the drop of a hat
I tried to tell'em let me do this here
They talkin' like they don't want Nina getting' thru this year
I'm still strugglin' hard, how can niggas disregard I'm 30
Watch what you say when you speak to little birdies
I'm constantly dirty
[Chorus]
[x4]
Ain't nobody ever gave me a thang in my lifetime
So I'm on my own standin' strong
Holdin' chrome, disrespect my villains
Get'em gone, early mone, on the cone
Getting' my hussle on
I stays dirty, chippin, choppin', flippin birdies
I'm pushin' 30, vision clear I'm neva blurry
Plot and plan strategic mission I'm on my toes
I stays wit fam my mans and shake these f*ckin' foes
Lord knows, all the different situation trials and tribulation,
Aggravations that a nigga's facing
I get complacent, that's my ass I'm a memory
They spillin' liquor on the curb when they mention me
But ain't no fear in me, get it how you live
That's if you hearin' me, then dug down and dig.
Lace yo boots, man prepare for this struggle
Stay in them trenches hella dirty, grit and hussle.
[Chorus]
Ain't nobody ever gave me nothing
I'm on my own, I was down and dirty when I was young
But now I'm grown and I continue to struggle you heard me
Me and my niggas in the coarse and we constantly dirty
[x2]
[Verse 2]
Nigga, I gotta pocket full g's I'm constantly
Serving my Nina knock'em to they knees I'm constantly dirty
Supervillian check my powers I get the early worm
Chop with hoppers loose the kopper's with just a single turn
True to life through the mic they got me telling stories
With the fame and the lights I feed my territory
Gutter living with precision them busters know they phoney
Flipp my profit keep on rockin' it for my dead homies
They wanna follow my shadow and waddle in mudd
It's the infallible cannibal with the dirty gloves
Absolute with this power they call me realistic
Savage with cabbage still coming up off that Vill living
Giving my life to the night on the dirty
All my might when it's right then we strike on'em early
Twisted life living dirty, super savage I'm out to get that bread
Gutter living that's my habit until they rest my head
[Chorus]
[x2]
[Verse 3]
Which one of ya'll can I holla at when it's time for me to pay rent
And who you think gone lone me money once my last is spent
I got a even shorter list of people to call on when I'm in a pinch
So I might just walk around with my jaws clinched like the Grench
I'm headed for trouble cause I can't sit here and struggle
How can I bubble if I don't get out and hustle?
I'm in the wind put the spud on the muzzle
Put on my hood and grab my gloves and my shovel
Tie up my boots because the mud gets thick
Then hit a lick so quick they think I love this shit
Real life gutter living nigga coming straight from the brain
Some handle the stress others break from the pain
It's been fifteen of the damdest and ain't nothing changed but the weather
Times are still getting harder and niggas can't stick together
All thru my teens, twenty's seven when I'm thirty
Txx Will a be gritty, grimey, constantly dirty
[Chorus]
[x2]
[Verse 4]
Ain't nobody gave me nothin' but God
He gave me talent these civilians
Perpetrating a fraud, that point is valid
Got niggas sayin' they made me
The only thing that was maybe was music
Cause nobody ever properly paid me
Don't get it twisted that little money was appreciated
It got me out there again glad that's alleviated
But the nigga that say I didn't have a following before Mitchell Bade
Hit the streets must be inebriated
Soon as Mitch hit it hit because we some talented
Mutha f*ckers but they still talk shit
Keep that shit low black, that shit be getting' back
2 a nigga that will fight 4 you at the drop of a hat
I tried to tell'em let me do this here
They talkin' like they don't want Nina getting' thru this year
I'm still strugglin' hard, how can niggas disregard I'm 30
Watch what you say when you speak to little birdies
I'm constantly dirty
[Chorus]
[x4]
Writer: AARON YATES, M WHITEBEAR, S ASHBY, S WATSON, W OATES, W WILSON
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Im A Playa
1971 Aaron D. Yates was born
1985 Aaron wrote his 1st rhyme
1988 Aaron adopts the name TECH N9NE
1990 TECH N9NE teams with producer Icy Roc Kraven
1997 Tech signs with Qwest Records
1999 Tech is released from the label
2002 Tech and Strange Music teams with MSC Entertainment and records
[Verse 1]
If you see me lookin' clean cut
Matchin' from head to toe dippin' with a mean strut
Throwin' and blowin' green stuff hella creamed up with a bling cup
Ain't no wicked we can kick it if you blue or beamed up
If you, see me step off in the clubber with some pros
With about 6 of 'em cut no longer waiting to be chose
And if you hear me tell my homies anything goes
With these chickens dippin' to Davy's right when the clubber close
If you see me on the grind getting' mine
If you bust in the room and find me hittin' yours from behind
If you hear me bustin' rhymes rippin' each and every time
If I got it at capacity and you still got a line
If I'm rollin' on dubs, if it's K-Town bud
If they showin' me love with a red rug at the club
If you see them hatas giving me mugs, ladies giving me hugs
It ain't no rocket science it's because
[Chorus]
I'm a playa
I'm a playa
I'm a playa
I'm a playa
I'm a playa
I'm a playa
I'm a playa
I'm a playa
Oh oh I'm a playa
[Repeat 2x]
[Verse 2]
I'm a playa in every sense of the word ya heard
I'm getting' money from these dummies flip your chick so absurd
I'm a playa and I pop collars
I'm a playa when I don't or when I do drop dollars them rot weilders
She don't want no softy sayin' he do when he don't
She don't want no perpetrating 9 to fiver trying to flaunt
She don't want no punk that can't get it krunk
No she don't that's how it go so my homie Kaliko tell'em what she want
She want a playa not thugs on dubs
We be rollin' them 22's and 3's pop ludes and V's
I'm in hot pursuit of a prostitute Kaliko knock boots gots lots to shoot
Im pullin out the latex and given it to who's next
And fool'em pull a brewnet wit unforgettable sex
She's oohin-oohin' sweat and I ain't telling who's wet
And I ain't getting loose yet so who's next 4 group sex
[Chorus]
[Repeat 2x]
[Verse 3]
Never ever tell ya love where else you get your love
Move in groups no one on one when you hit the club
And you should know this if you call yourself a wicked thug
If you creep to the movies throw away your ticket stub
If you sexin' learn this lesson when you wash off
Just use hot water don't put no soap on your wash cloth
That way when you get home no questions you won't leave her bent
Don't be a dope and use the soap cause it will leave a scent
Don't tell a #2 that she's your one and only
Cause if she know it's way easy to go her own way
If you taking chickens to your secret home hey
Always go the back way to confuse'em just take the long way
To all the ladies if you playin' throw ya hands up
To all my fellas if you playin' throw ya grands up
This is 4-eva baby having clever thangs I'm a playa
Mother f*cker and I bet I'll never change
[Chorus]
[Repeat 4x]
1985 Aaron wrote his 1st rhyme
1988 Aaron adopts the name TECH N9NE
1990 TECH N9NE teams with producer Icy Roc Kraven
1997 Tech signs with Qwest Records
1999 Tech is released from the label
2002 Tech and Strange Music teams with MSC Entertainment and records
[Verse 1]
If you see me lookin' clean cut
Matchin' from head to toe dippin' with a mean strut
Throwin' and blowin' green stuff hella creamed up with a bling cup
Ain't no wicked we can kick it if you blue or beamed up
If you, see me step off in the clubber with some pros
With about 6 of 'em cut no longer waiting to be chose
And if you hear me tell my homies anything goes
With these chickens dippin' to Davy's right when the clubber close
If you see me on the grind getting' mine
If you bust in the room and find me hittin' yours from behind
If you hear me bustin' rhymes rippin' each and every time
If I got it at capacity and you still got a line
If I'm rollin' on dubs, if it's K-Town bud
If they showin' me love with a red rug at the club
If you see them hatas giving me mugs, ladies giving me hugs
It ain't no rocket science it's because
[Chorus]
I'm a playa
I'm a playa
I'm a playa
I'm a playa
I'm a playa
I'm a playa
I'm a playa
I'm a playa
Oh oh I'm a playa
[Repeat 2x]
[Verse 2]
I'm a playa in every sense of the word ya heard
I'm getting' money from these dummies flip your chick so absurd
I'm a playa and I pop collars
I'm a playa when I don't or when I do drop dollars them rot weilders
She don't want no softy sayin' he do when he don't
She don't want no perpetrating 9 to fiver trying to flaunt
She don't want no punk that can't get it krunk
No she don't that's how it go so my homie Kaliko tell'em what she want
She want a playa not thugs on dubs
We be rollin' them 22's and 3's pop ludes and V's
I'm in hot pursuit of a prostitute Kaliko knock boots gots lots to shoot
Im pullin out the latex and given it to who's next
And fool'em pull a brewnet wit unforgettable sex
She's oohin-oohin' sweat and I ain't telling who's wet
And I ain't getting loose yet so who's next 4 group sex
[Chorus]
[Repeat 2x]
[Verse 3]
Never ever tell ya love where else you get your love
Move in groups no one on one when you hit the club
And you should know this if you call yourself a wicked thug
If you creep to the movies throw away your ticket stub
If you sexin' learn this lesson when you wash off
Just use hot water don't put no soap on your wash cloth
That way when you get home no questions you won't leave her bent
Don't be a dope and use the soap cause it will leave a scent
Don't tell a #2 that she's your one and only
Cause if she know it's way easy to go her own way
If you taking chickens to your secret home hey
Always go the back way to confuse'em just take the long way
To all the ladies if you playin' throw ya hands up
To all my fellas if you playin' throw ya grands up
This is 4-eva baby having clever thangs I'm a playa
Mother f*cker and I bet I'll never change
[Chorus]
[Repeat 4x]
Writer: AARON DONTEZ YATES, FERDINAND D. BOLLAND, JOHN HOELZEL, ROBERT RUBECK, ROBERT J. BOLLAND, SAMUEL WATSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, BMG Rights Management
Absolute Power is the fourth studio album by American rapper Tech N9ne from Kansas City, Missouri, and is officially his very first album released through his Strange Music label. Production was handled by several record producers, including Reuben 'Bonyx' Armstrong, RonnZfromBerlin and 5150 Mental Productions. It features guest appearances from 57th Street Rogue Dog Villains, D12, Krizz Kaliko, Kutt Calhoun, Skatterman & Snug Brim among others.
The album peaked at number 79 on the Billboard 200.
The hook for the song I'm A Playa samples and is inspired by the song Rock Me Amadeus by Falco.
Performed By:
Tech N9neThe album peaked at number 79 on the Billboard 200.
The hook for the song I'm A Playa samples and is inspired by the song Rock Me Amadeus by Falco.
Genre(s): Hardcore hip hop, horrorcore, gangsta rap
Producer(s): Dave Weiner (exec.), Travis O'Guin (exec.), 5150 Mental Productions, Carl Breeding, Carlos "Big Los" Chalmers, DJ Icy Roc Kravyn, Femi Ojetunde, Flash Technology, Robert Rebeck, RonnZfromBerlin, RUBONYX
Length: 78:27
Released: September 10th, 2002
Year: 2002