Just Die? (Intro 1) lyrics - Tech N9ne
Why
Do I give so much
To those who don't know what it takes to be I
It takes so much focus
But they say this lotus I grew should just die
Why do I read, my art is starting to bleed and receding
It's alive
Even though I'm woke up, this so sucks
How 'bout my throat cut
Just a thought, excuse me while I get this off
Tech is lost, read this then accepted naught
Gave the game this, 20 years of Strange shit
And I still retain this sick language I came with (cha)
Tech is falling bitch shut up (shut up)
Death is calling, nigga what up (what up)
Your text is causing me to nut up
Crawling in the gutters coughing my blood up
What if you found out you made me
Cause critics were driving me crazy
This kinda thing shouldn't phase me
But it could be easier D-E-A-D
Easier for me though
To another dimension and place we go
When I smother and weaken a Yates' ego
I'ma taste blood when I'd rather taste a Cheeto or Dorito
Life can be testing and stop in a hurry
Might be investing in stock then the jury
Gives you the Fing not what you expecting
When I chew or section your cop and you bury
I'd suppose I'd die for those to buy the ode
And get the newer shit to fly to throw
I give 'em cooler hits that I compose
While the code dissing me and deny the flows
All the nay saying won't tempt me
And I ain't never been wimpy
But it's a thought when my tank is low and just about empty
How about I just die, die, die, die
It might stop the sorrow
Taking tomorrow away
Run from this shit bye, bye, bye, bye
When my spirits are low
No need to borrow day
How about I just die, die, die, die
It might stop the sorrow
Taking tomorrow away
How about I just die
Inside I just cry
Fuck that shit
Let's get off
All this shit 'bout Tech is soft
Exit cross, how could you not respect this off
Take your time after time when you come for me
Spit your swine at my rhyme for everyone to see
You don't even need a mouth
Hit me with the keys of deceit and I'm bleeding out
So this is the heated route
Been feeling defeated when reading conceited doubt
But you can't fold up, Strange Music soldier
I thought I told ya my bows are like boulders
I'm major, but I'll fade ya, cause of hater behavior
The savior awaits ya, you traitor, I'll break ya
Talking 'bout when I bust, I spit
Like when I crushed my zit
I am a legend, I'm 20 minus 11
Here come the seven after what's my six
When you cuss my script on the media
Talkin' 'bout I rushed my shit
I'm telling you kcid ym kcus bitch
How about I just die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die
ENTERFEAR is here bitch
Suckseed (Intro 2) lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Krizz Kaliko & King Iso)
[Krizz Kaliko:]
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
[Krizz Kaliko {Tech N9ne}:]
{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 fuck?}
Look at me, look at me, nigga, I'm rich forever (Okay)
You get to suck seed
[Tech N9ne:]
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 fuckery, 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
[Krizz Kaliko:]
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
[Krizz Kaliko {Tech N9ne}:]
{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 fuck?}
Look at me, look at me, nigga, I'm rich forever (Okay)
You get to suck seed
[King Iso:]
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
[Krizz Kaliko:]
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
Outdone lyrics - Tech N9ne
Search maps, when I started to bust raps
1985 that's when I first snapped
Decades before they birthed apps
I was given niggas what did we call it back then, Dirt naps
But nowadays they still singin our phrase
Know how to raise a lotta Hell up or else your crowd will fade
Devour naysayers hatin tryna get our clout ablaze
My route will stay electro-lit and Kali's my poweraid
And together we get paid in full (that's right)
For the cheddar we big raging bulls
I'll get hatin, cruel
Meddlin with pay and jewels
Enemy sits laid in pool
Hit em with quick blazin tool (chyeah)
He said he wasn't a fan of us
Comin at me with a camera
See me become a stammerer
Cuz I am the one with the stamina
I got the fully, I'm bout to be bully
From KCMO in to Canada
You are the work of a janitor
And I'm really coming to damage ya
Nobody want to be showed up
They send me one verse then they hold up
I send them my verse, then they go buss
Another verse after mine is a stole cut
Cause they go nuts, with a pro clutch
Microphones givin no fucks
Cause I'm dope plus I'm like the flow trust
I got fo sho guts, they get ate like a poor russ
From Jack Stack the gats back
When I'm out on my town, I get my Aventus right at Sacs
That smell and my riches will
Get your bitches hat macked
Bosses take losses when you cross this black cat
And that's facts
Don't nobody want none cause
I can make you outdone
Really wanna go flow with the gun
You niggas are just done
When I'm doin it for fun yo
I can make you outdone
Doubt from when you slouched what's the outcome
When I go 11 I'm speaking in tongues
I can make you outdone
[*speaking in tongues*]
(Done) Technician and independent number one
I can make you outdone
You know the vibes nigga
No drums I still rock that bitch
The industry shun me, but I got that stitch
Eminem, Wayne, Kendrick an Pac's rap pick
Jahseh, Joyner and Logic too, so stop that shit
Actin like you don't see me in the conversation of the greatest, I never got a nomination
Cause you hated call me an abomination
When it was domination when you played it
How a nigga feel, outdone
When you get em on the label with ya
Get his clout sprung
They loose, hung up
Ya mouth guns at your picture
Now ain't that a kick in the sack
When I saw it was fixin to snap
On a gathering mission to pack him out
But Travis told us to keep bickin it back
I let it go when I should have beheaded it bro
Cause I put him on a pedestal, as an incredible
I know he regret it so, cause the bread it goes dead set low as your credit score
Man I'm so done
Now I'm biting my thumbs cause
I can make you outdone
Callin Kevin Wendall Crumb, will never stop this beast
They know it when I spit speech
I can make you outdone
Shit gets deep
My talent gives some rappers shivers and it should
Cause I kill it with some of the best spitters and it's good
Guessing, my sketchin gets em stressing
They go left and feel threatened
Somethin like police round niggas in the hood
White and black mostly white though
With hundreds of years with beef, ain't no lipo
The problem is no face to face, just Skype yo
That's so cowardly kinda like they did Iso
No conversation, just left him for doing a song with me
All of the ties, from the otherside was gone quickly
Tears flow here bro cause I ain't double crossed Zero
We all know Mike Johnson is one of the fastest at rappin, that ain't what I'm here for
I'm here for rockin the spot
Not leavin you mothers with a coffin to drop
Anybody got a problem with me
When your daddy was popping the twat
Instead of inside her
He should took you, and shot you in the sack
Look What I Did lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Flatbush Zombies & Jehry Robinson)
[Tech N9ne:]
Strugglin' and I didn't really have nothing
Then I started mad bussin'
Now the money machine got hella cash gushin'
I come from roaches, hardly no chips
Grant me your hocus pocus revelations and giant locusts
Oh shit, we was hopeless, folks just on the broke list
Roach get loaded and served the bogus with the fo' fifth
My G, I ain't always been super icy
Stealing food in high V slyly
I see Nike's, I don't do the right thing with Spike Lee
But I could not buy when the size be pricy, why me?
Then my earth sounded, first round
I put the work down and many mercs counted
Thirst found and in a cursed town
And with a turf crown, I eat a surf sandwich
Turn the page and I'm rocking shows
'Round the flock of hoes and my partner rose
Out the top of Hip-Hop with a lot of dough
And I got the soul like I'm Pop of those (lock and load)
Forgot how many time they tell me I'm Forbes
We sell, we encore, and way back in the day
I was like help me, I'm poor (cha)
Millions all around the world, they took what I heared
Inside I put it in music, made it, Ma look what I did
[Jehry Robinson:]
Look what I did, yeah, look what I did
We got money all around us, I'm a legend to these kids now
Look what I done, yeah, how far we come
Keep running up the numbers 'til we get to number one
I look where I'm at now, we ain't in the background
Running through the crowd, real proud, got my hat down
Look at where I'm at now, money come in racks now
Never fake the look, mama I made it, that's a fact now
[Zombie Juice:]
From a trap to this rap shit, nigga, immortalised
They sayin' that I'm weird, nah, certified
I grew up around G's, shelters and in the peas
Feeling helpless, hold my knees, helpless, Lord please
Remember turnin' the light on, watchin' the roaches flee
Used to rock a turtleneck in school, they made fun of me
Used to share sneaks with Meech, just tryin' not to make some creases
My moms been deceased, just tryna live with some beats
No boxes, swear conflict is obnoxious, obnoxious
All that hate you do is toxic, selfmade couple of bosses (Ooh)
We got boo, king back, sold out every room
Coachella, our mixtape, overseas we're like The Beatles (Trippy)
Ah, yes, nigga, in every city pay dues
Bonnaroo's was splittin' a dollar fifty
I snooze, still sleep, but our prizes are still increasing
I geek and they know the issue
I used to dream of this every evenin' now
[Jehry Robinson:]
Look what I did, yeah, look what I did
We got money all around us, I'm a legend to these kids now
Look what I done, yeah, how far we come
Keep running up the numbers 'til we get to number one
I look where I'm at now, we ain't in the background
Running through the crowd, real proud, got my hat down
Look at where I'm at now, money come in racks now
Never fake the look, mama I made it, that's a fact now
[Erick the Architect:]
You the weakest link, I walk with them Kansas City Chiefs
Just say I'm one of one, but my whole course a million nigga deep
I only see what I wanna, I struggle for the freedom too
If you can take a course and be enforcer, will you lead 'em to?
Survivin', don't trouble my soul with problems
I got problems of my own
I thought I would weigh my options
But the truth, man, I was wrong
I come from the game with something to say
Raised in the slumps and I bumped in the Bay
Rollin' me in and I'm pullin' the pin while you grip the grenade
[Meechy Darko:]
I'm a big ball, she suck me up and rub my sixpack
Niggas sell millions, make millions, never give back
Bone crushers, them type of guys to leave your ribs cracked
Born in the trenches, boy, my first words was "Click, clack"
Revenges, outsmarting forensics
Relentless intentions until the top spot is relinquished
Boy, your top spot my hitlist, sweet taste of revenge
Victory, this shit's delicious, take your swig from the bottle
Wipin' Hennessy on my whiskers
Hit the block, chop it up, bag it 'til your fingers blister
Tag his toe, do them bitches, clean knife but dirty pistol
Shooters lights out, pass the pistol like a give-and-go
Last time out but I don't need a coat
Splash brothers, wet 'em up
Keep every sibling and half brother
You're dead as fuck, dead as fuck
Yeah, my heart's boxcutter, keep the water rotation
Hitchcock leather face in Freddy, Jason
Bloodsuck clothes, mildew in my basement
Look what I did, what I done just to make it
(Look what I did) Huh, just to make it
Look what I did, what I done just to make it, lil' bitch
[Jehry Robinson:]
Look what I did, yeah, look what I did
We got money all around us, I'm a legend to these kids now
Look what I done, yeah, how far we come
Keep running up the numbers 'til we get to number one
I look where I'm at now, we ain't in the background
Running through the crowd, real proud, got my hat down
Look at where I'm at now, money come in racks now
Never fake the look, mama I made it, that's a fact now
Yeah No! lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Mackenzie Nicole)
Yeah! No!
Yeah! No!
This God energy, y'all ain't ready
'Cause I ain't hanging out, nigga I'm reclusive now, what!
The gun drops in a one
If you bums cross then you done
Don't get red rum caught in your lungs
It's electric when the Tech is finna get plum lost in the drum
Let's go!
We gotcha, he want it wit' we 'cause we don't see nada
Gotta be solitary or prolly wit' me partnas in a B chakra
Flea's off ya gotta bleed Mothra, please Papa
I'ma need vodka wit the weed to stop ta lay D, Gaga
Ball pit, slit, bitch, split slide, you can dip wit' them guys
That wanna hit the spliff from inside my fuckin' circle
I don't wanna hurt you, the N9na's a virtue
We gotta take care of him
And if you think you're gonna harass him
You cannot reach me and all of my seraphim
Ninefold, so nigga I been chose, I get in souls
Make 'em implode wit' a beat like I'm on and my grim flows
When I'm done, say goodbye to the gun, everyone I gotta go
You wanna hang out wit Doc Strange after my show?
Yeah, no!
Yeah! No!
Yeah! No!
Yeah we good, it's just time to be still for real
I am not y'alls enemies, I'm trying to preserve my chakras nigga
Nine times greater than rhyme I'm beta
With the slime crowd, it behind
I made it with divine shine haters
When I line mine
But I'm the highest angel in rank
Try to find my angle and came, I'm exalted
Nigga lost his but the boss is entangled in bank
Might feel inferior to this hierarchy
But you gonna hear su-superior, you try'na tire mark me
Tech'll never bring the gore to Maudie
The family cannot afford the body
Of the blessed kid to be tested
You gonna catch shit like a porta potty
Shieza, why ya try the fire? Bye bruh
Never am I pleading my case
Got an angel 90 feet in my face
On a cloud nine
'Bout time to get out rhymes with devout lines
About mine and see shout signs 'cause I outshined all the clout kind
I'ma stay lifted and gifted, I see that you Round Up
That's 'cause you wicked and vicious, you'll be in the ground bruh
If you family you already know I'm gon' show
But if a nigga wanna get with me on back and forth flow
Yeah, no
Yeah! No!
Party time's over after shows, nigga
Hang out
I don't know who the hell shooting at you motherfuckers
Leave it
Nigga, just leave it
Our connection is no more needed
'Cause my mere mortal mind has been deleted
Now my seraph in your time is now depleted I conceded
Motherfucker leave it
Nigga just leave it
Our connection is no more needed
'Cause my mere mortal mind has been deleted
Now my seraph in your time is now depleted I conceded
Motherfucker leave it
Yeah! No!
Yeah! No!
Strive to be the highest of men
God is not in the sky it's within
Dr. Sebagh lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Landxn Fyre)
[Tech N9ne:]
Lemme take a drink of water, be in real quick, hold up
I got a bone to pick
How can you sit up and say I'm repetitive with every song I spit?
Lemme yell on you, bitch, leggo
Looked in the mirror like, "Dwamn"
I ain't gotta use a filter on the 'Gram, ain't no glam
And my new hits straight slam
They still tryna hate on who I am
They think I'm seein' Dr. Sebagh, Dr. Sebagh
They think I'm seein' Dr. Sebagh, seein' Dr. Sebagh
Anti-aging fans be praising jams we making
Tell 'em I got a variety (Yeah)
But then again, I never needed fuckin' notoriety
From a simple ass dude in society
Said I'm losing it, why would you lie to me
When you really admire me?
With the rhythm inside of me fiery, I agree
Now put that in your diary, Tecca N9ne'll got ya group decayin'
(Amputations)
Dealin' with choppin', I'm poppin' you through delayin'
(Cancellations)
Put me inside a clinic where the youth are layin' (Cancer patients)
I play 'em my music and here come the Super Saiyan
(Transformation)
Oh, a opp
Opp's talkin' shit, got me in a rage like Broly (Broly)
Cops talkin' scripts, want me in a cage like Foley (Axel)
Not walkin' with (Nah), bots not gettin' hit (Nope)
When I'm droppin' spits, never seen a age like ODs
Forever young, many say you'll never find a better one
Independently doin' shit that was never done
Eatin' rappers like my favorite Freschetta, yum
I hit 'em like, ooh
That is when I get to chewin' a mic, I be doin' 'em like, ooh
I am the killer to ruin a life, I'm pursuin' 'em quite true
How you be thinkin' that you in the right when you're viewin' 'em like, boo?
I'm ruling tonight (Chyeah)
(If you rule in haikus)
Boy, you know this flow pops
Be like a pugilist, you wanna throw shots?
When I do this shit way in, the folks flock
Like my career and my mug is receivin' Botox (Chyeah)
I swear I'm on avengin' and thuggin'
I injure them sudden, I hinder men, assemble in blood
In a sin-driven coven, I'm endin' 'em, rekindlin' nothin'
Sendin' 'em fussin' 'cause my shit got that Benjamin Button, bitch
Looked in the mirror like, "Dwamn"
I ain't gotta use a filter on the 'Gram, ain't no glam
And my new hits straight slam
They still tryna hate on who I am
They think I'm seein' Dr. Sebagh, Dr. Sebagh
They think I'm seein' Dr. Sebagh, seein' Dr. Sebagh
Anti-aging fans be praising jams we making
[Landxn Fyre:]
The older, the wiser (Woo), I spill like a geyser (Woo)
And call you a liar, I (Woo) don't really got time for (Woo)
Yeah, so I say, "Bye, sir" (Yeah)
Don't tell me disguise the (Yeah), limit when it's full price on the moon
Pour a ton of gas up in this womb, feelin' like the match up in the boom
Bada boom, bada bing, I'd assume how to king
I'd assume how to think
They keep you up at night, scared to shine the light
Mighty move, I don't see anything
And the dreams sound asleepin' on me
That's the reason, homie, I could teach you something
You don't really wanna mess with me
I'm blessed to be the dopest kid to ever be (Aww)
Ain't nobody really wanna mess with the kid
With the steppin' up, obliterate the haters like, duh
Prayin' to God that I fall off and pop off and hit 'em with that (Ah)
Think I just murdered another track, service be soundin' just like (Yee)
How is a thirteen year old finna kill another track?
Another track that's so amazing, man, it's so amazing
How I did it, I don't know, but lately, I been super hot fire
Blazin' the way at the pit is been feelin' so ageist like who's that guy? Yeah
Man, I don't know, pull out the pen like I'm finna explode
Get it? Nevermind, I should not sever
My anger releasin', they watchin' it go
(Down, down, down, down)
I am the reason for sinkin' your ship
(Drown, drown, drown, drown)
All of this killin' is stressing me (Chyeah)
(Out, out, out, out)
I'm (Out, out, out), I'm ('Bout, 'bout, 'bout)
'Bout to make it in the game (Woo)
How could you tell me that I'm an incredible? (Yeah)
I'm highly professional (Yeah)
I did what you can't so I'm finna let it go (Yeah)
I'm doin' it ethical, I do it impeccable
I am perceptible, split upon like a decimal
I spit ineffable, yeah (Okay)
You got a curious case of envy
Feedin' my veins, I'm feeling it in me
Keepin' it strange, how could I not with the
N9na who murder everything that everyone who in his path?
Finally, your highness, eternally passin' the ball of a murder rate
Hood too, they fast enough and fast enough to step to him and then he, uh
[Tech N9ne:]
Looked in the mirror like, "Dwamn"
I ain't gotta use a filter on the 'Gram, ain't no glam
And my new hits straight slam
They still tryna hate on who I am
They think I'm seein' Dr. Sebagh, Dr. Sebagh
They think I'm seein' Dr. Sebagh, seein' Dr. Sebagh
Anti-aging fans be praising jams we making
Question Mark This! lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Krizz Kaliko & Lex Bratcher)
[Tech N9ne:]
Shit was all good just a week ago
Fiddled with that middle the best
Then you reject, give a little respect, like Aretha, yo
Damn
Gotta stop it, I'ma drop it if you pop it outta pocket like a pita, though
I need a ho that gon' let the cheeba grow then receive a blow
Instead of pushing me in a Living Single Latifah show
Hear me out, though
Should be normal and thinkin', severely out your noodle and really groucho
Your silly mouth go illy on the milly until we shout so join me it 'til it kill me and should be outro
PMS-ing me nothing but a demon recipe
I'm seeing that could be being a threat to me fleeing effectively
You don't get to be effing me when you wrecking me
Guess when y'all confess and regress it 'cause we in a mess debris
About to issue a check for you to follow connect to who you swallow wit' excommunicado
Into the water, regret, you do the lotto when Tech, 'cause boo, ya hollow when X you blew in sorrow
I ain't tryna paint a dark picture
But I think that I needed a heart to heart with ya
But when the spark hit ya thinkin' that your bark sicker
With an imbalance to smothering yard nigga
Never been a fart kisser
I mean I can only take so much
You say some real shit, I'm like, "Hold up"
Never fails, every month, girl, you go nuts
Snappin' right out of it like nothing and be like, "So what?"
Actin' like it ain't nothing when I'm so sick
From the coldest that you spoke with
I'm 'bout to kick you to the curb like I'm co-quitter
Let 'em roll off of me why you bringin' up old shit
[Krizz Kaliko & Tech N9ne:]
Why? I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do
You actin' a whole girl, no, girl, don't know what you be going through
Question mark this, what's the matter with you? It's like it's a habit with you
If I ask you don't call, don't text, I can't take that PMS shit
[Lex Bratcher:]
Shit was all good just a week ago
Now you 'bout to see repercussions from when my heat explode
PMS PSA this a message to you weaker hoes
I be the best in LA, it is not a fucking secret, yo
I am not the female no-one I'm Lex Bratcher
But all these captions like, "You should gas that, Lex" huh
Spittin' with the illest and I be killin' niggas feelings then I go drilling
Nah, fuck it, you can have that Tech, ha
She throws, these little niggas know I cease flows
Decrease the piece from the West to the East coast
Keep killers with me, they from The Bay, they lethal
G's with me doin' more GTA than Niko
Why the fuck you talkin' that shit? But I peeped, though
Copy my raps and that's facts like they're at Kinko's
I'm in my bag, so get mad, 'cause dad you had your grasp
But fumbled your sack like at casinos
I know that my flow is vital
I be the IV to half of these pie holes
Try me, they sorry, s-s-stutterin' high notes
I never thought I'd come up with my American Idol
But Tecca Nina hit me up 'cause he like the way I be rippin'
Spit more content, got more fire than Scottie Pippen
If I'm honest niggas will probably never get this
Gotta be rockin', mama said keep them pots and pans in the kitchen
Like damn, you were supposed to be my G, ayy, man
Now they chalking your body dead in the street, amen
All these motherfuckers sleep
I'ma have to Lowrider George Lopez to my three AM
Hoppin' on your bros, where they do that at? Question mark
I don't know but 'round here we act serious
Head all bashed in family saddened
I'll leave a pussy bleeding and that's on period
[Lex Bratcher & Tech N9ne:]
Hey Tech
What's up, Mel?
Why you gotta flash on me like that though, man?
Tech, when have you ever known me not to flash on you like that?
You feel like that's cool? You know what I'm sayin'?
Why you gotta sample a nigga like that though?
Man, that's what the fuck I do
[Krizz Kaliko & Tech N9ne:]
Why? I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do
You actin' a whole girl, no, girl, don't know what you be going through
Question mark this, what's the matter with you? It's like it's a habit with you
If I ask you don't call, don't text, I can't take that PMS shit
Snake And The Batman / Story Time (Skit) lyrics - Tech N9ne
[Tech N9ne:]
The Snake and the Batman
Let's go
Snake and the bat, the haven that awakened you cap
From takin' a nap, shapin' a nation, hopin' they can adapt
To placin' the strap at Satan, a blatant attack
Hating's domination waitin' to be shaken, facin' Yates in the trap
Droppin' the faction that's lackin' African passion
When rapping crap is in action but the black assassin is happenin'
Laughin' 'cause I make 'em all a has-been
When I'm mashin', everybody that I'm passin'
Is gaspin' 'cause I'm elevation, Aspen
Get it brackin' in a Tecca Nina fashion
Super wordy
If you can serve me like a booth for thirty
But I'm Ruger, squirty
Language and this loofah dirty
I don't see another artist on a nigga level
When I get to go to get it started, I'ma hit the pedal
Anybody wanna be departed, come and get the rebel
That'll really be retarded like you're fuckin' with the devil
But you're not though, it's Picasso with a afro
You the cop, yo, that's soft, I say, "Gestapo"
Cotton swabs, we choppin' gods
And we're forsaking your wack jams
Making your rap fans follow Snake and the Batman
(Snake and the Batman)
(Snake and the Batman)
[Krizz Kaliko:]
Tech N9ne is a man
That's held high by the fans
So everybody please stand
For the Snake and the Batman
Tech N9ne is a man
Who does just what he plans
To make fans in all the lands
He's a Snake and a Batman
More T-N9ne
For he rhymes and glory shines
Gather 'round for storytime
Feel So Sad! lyrics - Tech N9ne
Real, real, real stories
Aaron is so cute, that's what they used to say to me
9th grade, young female teachers almost every day to me
That's when I wore the high top fade and curly frees with bravery
'Cause the gangstas say it ain't the way to be
But all of the women hella thought it was savory (mhmm)
In my Guess fit, popular, you guessed it
Hip-Hop dance and rapper, in a talent shows, I blessed it
Hardly rode the bus home 'cause I stayed after displayed laughter with the greyed passer
I'm a lay master and everybody know that I'm a bae catcher
Walking home on cloud nine, a hundred percent man about mine
Then I crossed the way, there was a grown man stopped at a red light hella on shout time, he said "hey!"
When I looked I was thinking that I hope this person ain't pistol happy
Then right before he drove off, the man blew a kiss my way and then he whistled at me, I'm like, "mother-"
Then he sped off, I was thinking man I wanna tear his head off, then I stopped 'cause I was tripping
Walking, I was almost home, I kept dipping
Got home, then I asked my mama why did he say hey at me instead of hey at a girl
Then my mom just looked right at me and said, "Baby dawg, that's the way of the world"
Later that night, I hooked up with two homies to work on a dance routine
Got it done then allotted some time to holla at some fine and scan boo things
But when my two homies seen two dudes, hugged up, now they really mean to feud
I said, "yo!" then some cray happened
One of the homies said time for gay-bashing
The two ran up and attacked the dudes
I don't know what they thought they had to prove
They was swinging with so much aptitude
But I could not deal with all that abuse
I said, "what in the fuck!"
Ya done messed up, it ain't peaceful
You know it's effed up and plus evil
So why in the hell are you doing that to innocent people
Feel so sad, I'm not perfect
Always kill, feel so sad and I can't see it slowing
Feel so sad, I'm not perfect
Always kill, feel so sad and I can't see it slowing
Sophomore year, man I lost more tears
'Cause of people hating people and it cost more fear
My school, it was the stash pot for gangstas with ragtops
You'd get your ass shot, that year we had so many mascots
How could we do no wrong and schools were integrated
How could we do no wrong, racism demonstrated
Better be moving on before I'm eliminated
Possibly use the chrome because I've been degraded
Scratch that, I'm not that cat
I would never wanna keep a rrat-tat in my backpack
Never had nobody to snap at, I'm a class act
But one day somebody had doom
We heard two blacks got stab wounds
And got beat and kicked, white elites and shit
When the lights went out in the bathroom
Everybody was heated, people been mistreated
It's a damn shame that a Klan came and gave a man pain
A misdeed hit 'cause of skin tone
Them gone to the hospital from a sin zone
Skin domes doing them wrong
You can send home but they been gone
Now everybody on edge
Classroom break to the bathroom seen hood niggas
And they all want heads
Bad moon hate taking that tune
They said to me when the whites come in
We gon' hit the lights and gon' get they ass
I said to all of 'em "Is this a gag?"
Nah they wanna break 'em all like Mr. Glass
It happened, the whites en route, cracking
The lights went out, I laid to the floor
Then I found my way to the door
Away from the gore, the hoods came out
Bloody and sweaty, I said that shit ain't regal
In fact that shit is evil
So why in the hell are you doing that to innocent people
Feel so sad, I'm not perfect
Always kill, feel so sad and I can't see it slowing
Feel so sad, I'm not perfect
Always kill, feel so sad and I can't see it slowing
Feel so sad, I'm not perfect
Always kill, feel so sad and I can't see it slowing
Leave It On The Flo! Pt. 1 lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Landxn Fyre)
"Hello, no one is available to take your call. Please leave a message after the tone."
"Hey Tech, it's [*beep*] and [*beep*], wishin you a Happy Halloween, baby. So we were thinkin', if you chose to kick it with us tonight, we can finally do that threesome. Call us back."
(Yahtzee)
Two baddies talkin bout gettin busy
Havin a thrizzy with Tech Nizzy now I'm doin the shiggy
Thinkin two pair of titties gettin me jizzy
Mane I'm wit this, bang them bitches like Warriors against the Lizzies
Proceed to pelvis groom, cause I'm bout to nail it soon
During the palest moon, they said Meet 'em at Raul's velvet room
Now that's a hell of a plan, both of them bitches vanilla pecan
My other plans are now a hella saran 'cause bitches wanna share the gel of the man
The homie swoop me and put the pedal to the metal through the ghetto
We switchin lanes, real Toretto
To get with thicky black, then the other Mexican and guero
On a red devil rollin no jokin Jared Leto
Walked in the spot with two thots and hit the floor quizick
Bartender pour vicious so I'm seein four bitches
Took a seat at the booth with the girls how I knew we was gonna for sure kick it
Both of them bitches went under the table on N9na playin tug of war wit it
We bout to leave it on the flo (Leave it)
And gon retrieve it, when a ho (Need it)
Best believe it's finna go
When you let us in the doe
Bout to leave it on the flo (Leave it)
Ah, I got two pissers on my pisser two gifters in my zipper
Two angels but with broken wings Mr. Mister
Mouth's naughty feelin just about gaudy
One of em got up and said let's go and hit a Halloween (House party!)
(Come on, everybody's leavin!) (Leave it)
Made it to the hoppin ass house party
All I'm thinkin bout is three shit rollin and weedin
Where's the bathroom, bro? (It's downstairs) So we did zoom
Me and them bitches, but then I accidentally went and walked in some kid's room (My bad)
Oh no, Techa N9nas at the door
Want me to spit it leave it on the flo
Rip it up flippin it then gotta go
Get it, demolish it, I'ma spit, never quit
Ima be all in it, bitch I be callin it
Like it's the fantasy, all of you fans of me
I'ma be haulin it like it's a bomb that lit, I'm the shit
Maybe been busy, pop like I'm fizzy
Now you be spinning cuz of the rhyme I spit making you dizzy
I wont kid all of you but bitch I'm winning, woah
13 you kidding
When I'm done only thing I'm committing
Is a homicide, might make yo mama cry
She found her kid had died, from the beginning
(Hold up, little dude, you freaking me out)
Tech what the fuck are you talking about?
Oh this, fuckin the game up, the way that I came up, be something to pray of I didn't really wanna do it to em
But I couldn't think of a way to tell him I ain't gonna play no games so I ran up on the bitch and then I did it to him anyway
We destroyed it, can't avoid it, but the bathroom is that way (Right on, man)
We bout to leave it on the flo (Leave it)
And gon retrieve it, when a ho (Need it)
Best believe it's finna go
When you let us in the doe
Bout to leave it on the flo (Leave it)
Thicky black and the Mexi white
With thee gat bout to sex me right
I already dated the Mexi one
So it ain't a thing for me to get me some
So I started to play with the other first
Through the kiss, I looked up, and the other's hurt
Man I thought it was bout to be porn shouts
But the other one flipped and she stormed out (Damn, man)
(Uh I knew she couldn't handle this, I'ma go get her)
Stuck in the bathroom
Mopin and hopin to smash soon
Thought I had poon feelin mad gloom
Cause they left me open like a stab wound
A squirt of the lotion
Would get it done, I ain't wit it son
Wanna murder the Ocean
Would have been servin em both, but I heard a commotion
People screamin'
Shit bumpin' and breakin'
I'm stuck in this basement
in a fuckin' displacement
For real, for real
I don't even got no skill to kill
Call my homie (Where you at?)
(Outside smokin', but two cats roarin' in with some straps, I got yo back)
Phonk (Leave It On The Flo! Pt. 2) lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Merkules & Scru Face Jean)
[Tech N9ne:]
Bet that we gon' leave it on the flo
Leave it, leave it on the flo
Motherfuckers better know
This thang is 'bout to blow
I'm a real deal, you's a hoe
That's fo' sho', I'ma leave it on the flo (leave it)
Who's this opp tryna lose his thoughts?
Not Alzheimer's but y'all mind us when the tool gets popped
And all kinda dudes get dropped when they choose this plot
You just watch what I heard when the music stopped
[Merkules:]
Got this fully automatic causing static
Everybody just get on the floor
Anything goes, no foolery
Give us your jewelry, wallets, and give us the dough
This ain't a hoe, I'm ready for war
I'ma settle the score and then spliff through the door
All of these women are tripping
I think they been sniffing up coke, bring me the blow
I'ma need all y'all phones out now
You can set 'em all down right in front of you
For my accomplice, if y'all pop shit
Then you getting hit up with a slug or two
Bullets'll body you, that's what this gun'll do
If any one of you think you can fucking move
This shit ain't funny, just give up the money
And if you get lucky my buddy'll cut you loose
As that freak slap with the D-cups so she's hiding up under her titties
It looks like a key to a safe, I ain't leaving this place till we find it, the shit's getting litty
I feel no pity, sin city, my trigger finger be getting so itchy
She better give up the code if you hit her fo' sho' and no I don't think that you're pretty
Oh that's yo girl on the floor girl
Keep talking shit, there'll be no girl
What can I say? I don't come here to play
Fuck you to your face, it's a cold world
Tell this DJ not to be brave
Or I'm taking his tables for peep's sake
Y'all keep playing but I eat cake like everyday's my bday
This the part I let you know that there's a twist in this plot
To stick up this hop but the truth is I ain't pissed off at yo'
I figured I'd just take your shit when I'm here, so thanks guys
But where this millionaire rapper dude at named Tech N9ne
We 'bout to leave it on the flo (leave it)
Then hit 'em with the .44 (leave it)
Tryna stick me for my dough
I ain't about to let it go
I'ma leave 'em on the flo (leave it)
[Scru Face Jean:]
Hallelujah, Tech called the shooter, I got the Ruger
So drop the Luger, my dragon's flames is hot as Cooper's
That's how I'ma do ya, moving you fuck like the Kamasutra
Stand aside you losers, if it's smoke, I provide the hookah
I know grimy boosters who push away like some kind of movers
Call they might remove ya so move unless you kinda stupid
Then touch my G, you die, and don't try it, don't test this kind of movement
Get to street fighting, the heat fire like nine Hadouken's
Like Ryu and Ken, okay motherfucker time to meet your end
But the heat falls when the heat blow, nigga eat those
Reload then I hit yo' friends
Fuck your ego man
Get the heater, I'm about to search this bitch for Tecca N9na
Call the cops, shit is getting hella lethal
With the chalk edges sketching hella people
The red dot's looking like a set of measles
Deadshot like a zombie getting needles
Hell nah, I ain't 'bout to ever leave you
Less talk, Tech I'm 'bout to get this weasel
Sounds hella evil but those types of people
When there something wrong with they brain
I'm just tryna make sure my nigga leave in the same way that he came dude
[Tech N9ne:]
Let's get the fuck on
My nigga proceeded to bust chrome
When the dust gone
Never tripping cause nothing was crushed on
Now the cut flown till he touch home
But these fools wanna squeeze tools
But we speed through what they feed too
The B dude with the cheese move
So they greet gruel tryna seek food
Chose N9na for the dinner date
Tryna get away from the heat
We switching lanes on the interstate
Clout-chasing ass motherfuckers wanna take my name and break my fame
Wanna be funny because I make my chains and then state my claim
When I hate, try game, I'ma be killing 'em when I take my aim
Pass me that so I can end the
Energy trying to hinder
When the punks approach a nigga fend off
Fanta, buss on demons out the window, injure
Any demon, I'ma beast 'em
This what I do and decease 'em
They better flee from killers, no weak ones
Attitude cause I never got a threesome
By the power of my dead niggas
Take lead nigga, die
Never stop me when the bullets fly
No matter how hard you try
Fucking weaklings felt the real fire my heat brings
They flipped over the guard rail and wrapped around the concrete T-beam
Sanctuary
Looked at my homeboy driving and said thank you very
Much for coming through in the clutch
They better be glad we didn't face off and then catch two in the gut, what?
Man that was a close call
Sweating so much, I got soaked drawers
I was finna do both of them bitches
But they both stalled
Saying they wanted a thrizzy with Tech Nizzie
Was a hoax dog
Fuck it, I got about 60 rolls still
And this pound of fucking dough's ill
Happy Halloween my nigga
We supreme my nigga
We running things my ni-oh shit
Angel Baby lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Navé Monjo)
I was young when she told me I was divine, yes
Not even nine yet (Tech N9ne)
Ran away then got into a life of crime next, pyrex
Made it through the
Close calls, even I evaded shooters
So if anything go crazy
Everything works for the angel, baby
My first and for sure brush
With death was on the school bus, danger almost made my stool gush
Because the substitute driver caused the truck to cruise by us
Would've been crushed in dude's tires 'cause this fool's nuts
Sun shining, 'bout to have a more dark day
Told 'em drop me off on 63rd and Swope Parkway
That ain't my regular stop, but I can leg it for blocks
To my grandmother's
"Will do" the old fucks' say
And what's a little strange
He didn't pull to the curb but he attempted to let me off in the middle lane
And the bus stairway extended my right leg
Then a truck flew by
If I woulda stepped sooner then I'd be quite dead
Walked right out that fire
While death was knocking at my door
Angel baby, angel baby
Everything works for the angel baby
Praying that my angel's watching over me
Keeping me safe 'til I get home
Angel baby, angel baby
Everything works for the angel baby
At my homie, Davie, house tripping, shrooms
Dark rainy night but on a mission, soon
It was me, Davie, Grant, Jake, and a bitch
To get some more, we gonna be dipping, vroom
Jumped in her car
Hit the highway doing 65, hey thinking "This is my day"
She speeding, we tweaking, slick from sky spray
Hit a bump on the bridge, and the shit went sideways
Left, then right, then left again
To a girl with Tech and friends, this is where death begins
Hit the wall on the bridge hard, stopped in a quick sec
A little faster, we woulda flipped over and fell to our death
Walked right out that fire
While death was knocking at my door
Angel baby, angel baby
Everything works for the angel baby
Praying that my angel's watching over me
Keeping me safe 'til I get home
Angel baby, angel baby
Everything works for the angel baby
Southwest High School nighttime
Martin Luther King Day talent show, flight climb
To another level, takes the Devil to incite crime
No bright minds, ain't no telling what you might find
Whole lotta gang shit
Somebody wanna bang with the homies I came with
6512 one a road was dangerous
Some lames couldn't hang 'cause I gang thick
That's when I saw one of 'em pull a pistol on us and aimed it
I was in the wind, just like the bullets that whizzed by
Running for blocks in the night, but never did die
Things go shaky and I'm sane more lately
But I guess mama protected me naming me angel baby
Thank you mama
Walked right out that fire
While death was knocking at my door
Angel baby, angel baby
Everything works for the angel baby
Praying that my angel's watching over me
Keeping me safe 'til I get home
Angel baby, angel baby
Everything works for the angel baby
Everything works for the angel baby
Everything works for the angel baby
Baby, baby
Angel baby
Everything works for the angel baby
Everything works for the angel baby
Baby, baby
Angel baby
On The Outside lyrics - Tech N9ne
It really used to bother me
Why award shows never calling me
Was not enough to hold the T down
'Cause I'm constantly chopping broccoli
They don't owe me no apology
I'm balling getting nightly neurology
Even though I got the lottery now
Ain't no thought of me, I do not agree
Staring at platinum and gold plaques
"Fragile", "Hood Go Crazy", "Caribou Lou", gold stacked
'Cause ain't nobody ever said that Tecca N9na flow wack
And that's the reason for babies' mamas, no cap
I read somewhere I had the most Top 10's on the Billboard rap charts
When you kill more, stacks start
I'm a mill grower at heart
And I led my people to the bread I teach you I'm a real lord, that part
I got the ill for a fact, art
But wait a minute
If you look up T9 history, yo the data's in it
In the gang we Strange and the gain big things because we play to win it
But to some, my shit seems invisible is the only way to spin it
Kinda like some 'op wanna play me out like I'm Sega Genes-is this stopping us?
Hell nah, got a lot of fans watching us
Saying God to us
But if Strange came through the window pane of the mainstream's oculus
It'll leave a lot of rappers with their mouth wide
Like the ring when people with the TV route died
I'm without cries
Because me and my partner built an empire and we did it on the outside
I get guap, I get guap, I get guap
On the outside
And when I'm home from getting it
I just watch, I just watch, I just watch
On the outside
Here I come now
I get guap, I get guap, I get guap
On the outside
And when I'm home from getting it
I just watch, I just watch, I just watch
On the outside
Here I come now
I get guap still
Even though people are not real
When it come to who got skill
Some just want a nigga pop pills
I done did it, I'll fly tongue spit it
Y'all eye swung hit a ball, drop deals
Started my own and stocked mills
But I kinda sense that blocked feel
Very little radio and TV time
That's what the outside mean when I free these lines
Like somebody determined to never see me shine
Completely deep inside, I know they really dying to meet me
To be a household name like Snoop, really would feel like felicity
But I think it takes a bit of a brighter image and enough of the right publicity
So as I sit and peep
Award shows like I'm a forbidden geek
Ignored so 'cause I love for living deep
With the lord flows, through the blood of risen chiefs
I love to see, all of my peers getting their credit
Through all of my years
Of eating the mic, I just swallow my fears
When beating this fight, never call on my tears
Even though so many cry over Yates
The music business treat me like I'm a flyover state
But I work this glow, merk this flow
Never been a day my clout died
Tech N9na, Strange Music
Built that thing on the outside
I get guap, I get guap, I get guap
On the outside
And when I'm home from getting it
I just watch, I just watch, I just watch
On the outside
Here I come now
I get guap, I get guap, I get guap
On the outside
And when I'm home from getting it
I just watch, I just watch, I just watch
On the outside
Here I come now
I get guap, I get guap, I get guap
Here I come baby
I'm coming to get ya
I just watch, I just watch, I just watch
And it's such a beautiful picture
I get guap, I get guap, I get guap
All year round, all day and night
I just watch, I just watch, I just watch
No worries, everything's gonna be alright
On the outside
Smell Good lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Krizz Kaliko)
(Oooh)
(Yeah)
(So good)
Hey, you love the way that I groove it
My rhythm makin you move it
You lovin what I say
So hot I need a wet face towel Yates style
Kill em all up now I got too many case files
Lock them B's somebody Rakim'd me
That mean Imma top MC
Tryna be the best the only way to buss
While so many made a fuss
At the same time
When they meet N9ne they don't wanna speak rhyme
You wanna know the first thing they say to us
(They say)
You smellin so good
I'm so glad I walked by ya way (Damn you smell good)
(They say) You smellin so good
What do you call that
I gotta have some
I like that fresh fresh
I smell like less stress
If her nose get a whiff of the Tech neck or Tech's chest
No talking bout special FX she want sex next
Cause I'm in this splendid she wanna be blended like Tex Mex
(Uh) So to hell wit the sales
Havin mail is to fail, when it comes off of my lapel
Leavin trails when I bail, now yo gals in a spell
When I walk by this what she yell bout my smell
(It takes me on a vacation)
Like a breeze overseas they indeed love my Creed
My good deed makes me cheese, beggin please on they knees
Wanna link up, they tellin me what they need
(Just give me an invitation)
A pretty penny is what you pay for Dust of an Angel
All you gotta do is spray enough
Instead of wanting you to play ya stuff
You wanna know what they say to us
(They Say)
You smellin so good
I'm so glad I walked by ya way (Damn you smell good)
(They say) You smellin so good
What do you call that
I gotta have some
She said I smell delicious, like a fruit then pick it
Looks like you hit the lotto, Ima be your ticket
A scent that's sent from heaven if I letchu sniff it
And I'll show you how to ball without dribblin
Outta like all of my siblings
I done evolved what my feelings is
That I can take any woman you got
my belly is a pot, and I'm not really hot
But I smell like the ink of a stink of money phone
If I wink at her she'll get a whiff of dis honeycomb
She say
(It takes me on a vacation)
We'll throw some clothes together
We can go wherever
the hint of me winnin a woman's attention is what I'll be inta
Quit the grinnin drop the linen like we go together
(It feels just like mastur-)
Hole up, I get in your mind like a controlla
She'll be sleepin in my shirt is what I told ya
And she gon' be
thinkin about me when I'm gone
asking me, what the hell you got on
and I say
Me (Me?)
Or maybe you (You)
(Damn, you smell good)
She wants to bottle me up (Bottle me up)
The only way that you could smell like me
Is if you could put me on you
Ooooh yeah
Stoli Doli lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Love Mae C)
[Tech N9ne:]
Confide sometimes
You gotta just unwind
Boss mode, everything that cost grows
Still when the guap flow, girl, you gotta take off loads
Bingo, when it's cinco, the clocks show, shots go
Sucio, never no pukin' when I get to shootin' like crossbows
But before hella shots get thrown back
Probably get on snacks, then maybe some Cognac
Nah, the Henny tries to run through many thighs
Of any size, so maybe Macallan 25?
Hard to make my mind up
Need a film quick to unwind us
In a place where hate won't find us
Really ease Tech N9ne, girl
What a glass of good red wine does
What a really hard day behind us
All the bartenders, they know me, know me (Yeah)
They know what to give me when I'm movin' really rollie-pollie (Yeah)
Forgot at first then remembered what JL and Joey told me
Holy moly, slowly pour me (Stoli Doli)
[Love Mae C (Tech N9ne) {Both}:]
Do you need me to take off the top?
Make sure you're good when you're not (Yeah, yeah)
Do you need me to give it all to you?
Thirsty, I fill it up for you (Yeah, yeah)
I could put you on one
Tell me if you're on one (I'm on one)
You'll survive (You'll survive), you'll survive
If you know me, pour me Stoli, {Stoli Doli}
[Tech N9ne:]
One'll get you feelin' amazin'
Two'll get you illin' and wavin'
Willin' is Jason, chillin' is Tavon
Even if he on four though, please pour more, we scored though
Liquor is more so, his torso, he's Goro
Stoli Doli, throw it back and begin again
Only homies know the capital dinner when
Show me, brodie, for the facts, show I'm innocent
Rapper though in it then
Just gold flexin', future kid, no retrogression
This a K.C., M.O. blessin'
When they vyin' for that soul sessions
Buzzed like a muh
Get in free, I got the plug
Got all my people showin' love, ayy
We party just because
It was no thing is what it was
But all of us got no kind of grudge, ayy
All the bartenders, they know me, know me (Yeah)
They know what to give me when I'm movin' really rollie-pollie (Yeah)
Forgot at first then remembered what JL and Joey told me
Holy moly, slowly pour me (Stoli Doli)
[Love Mae C (Tech N9ne) {Both}:]
Do you need me to take off the top?
Make sure you're good when you're not (Yeah, yeah)
Do you need me to give it all to you?
Thirsty, I fill it up for you (Yeah, yeah)
I could put you on one
Tell me if you're on one (I'm on one)
You'll survive (You'll survive), you'll survive
If you know me, pour me Stoli, {Stoli Doli}
For Ya Love lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Marley Young)
(Strange Music special collection)
(K.C. fixtures)
[Marley Young:]
Four a.m. to eight a.m, I been drinkin', poppin'
Goin' in, keepin' ya love, goin' crazy for ya
Cigarettes, I'm out of blunts, I won't keep the party jumpin' for ya
Just for ya love (For ya love)
Four a.m. to eight a.m., one a.m
Drinkin' shots to two a.m, three a.m
Smokin' more, you wanted more all until the party's over
She's out the door, yeah, yeah
It's for your love, it's for your love, it's for your love
It's for your love, it's for your love, it's for your love
Yeah, I was gon' split the best part of my pain wit' you
Had I knew you was a bitch, I'd let the gang hit you
[Tech N9ne:]
You thought you had a keeper
Head dock when you puffin' on sativa
Never thought I'd be a reason to leave her, ya diva
Got the keys for ya love and ya leisure
It's lots of partyin', can't nobody stop the car she in
Got the star, nobody tops your gnarly friend
You bought bars, then it's popped, the scars begin
Thoughts, know nothing, lots like Rastafarians
Got you goin' through emotions
When you find out there's no devotion
It's you she ghostin', when ya girl fled
Was playing in your head again and again in slow motion
Now you feelin' anger and got a grudge
Sick, thinkin' somebody hittin' wit no glove
All because up under anger ain't nothin' but hurt
But up under that, you know it ain't nothin' but love
Stuck
When you finally realize it ain't no us, you don't give no fucks
'Cause the bitch turn around with your boys, givin' up your stuff
Ain't no trust, ain't no fuss
'Cause everybody already know what's up
What you thought was the one ain't nothin' but a slut
When I target other people involved and straight buss
On mamas, for all the dishonor, you might catch a fed case
Really wanna see bloodshed for the parties in your bed
Wanna pump a lot of lead up in they headspace
It's a blessing, bruh, when it don't matter who's sexin' her
Keep the vet in ya, but the women livin' dirty
What you think all the stress and aggression for?
[Marley Young:]
It's for your love, it's for your love, it's for your love
It's for your love, it's for your love, it's for your love
Yeah, I was gon' split the best part of my pain wit' you
Had I knew you was a bitch, I'd let the gang hit you
Don't wanna go without ya
Same nightmares, I wake up like I was just around ya
Another month and I might overdose to forget about ya
I'm goin' crazy, this ain't gangsta, you just took it out me
Hell, you just took it out me
I'm just tryna bang, bang myself
With another little main thang that won't help
I just had sex all week, brand new freaks
I don't know the names, still can't sleep
And then you call me just to hear me lonely
Say you gon' pull up on me, and never show up on me
You selfish bitch, I bought these drugs, you didn't show up, you left me stuck
You left me stuck, now I give up, I had enough
Yeah, I was gon' split the best part of my pain wit' you
Had I knew you was a bitch, I'd let the gang hit you
You selfish bitch, I called you up to call your bluff, you didn't pick up
The phone hung up, you wrong as fuck, you wrong as fuck
Yeah, I was gon' split the best part of my pain wit' you
Had I knew you was a bitch, I'd let the gang hit you (Gang hit you)
[Marley Young & Tech N9ne:]
Yeah, I was gon' split the best part of my pain wit' you
Had I knew you was a bitch, I'd let the gang hit you
Tech N9ne, Marley Young
Real shit
B.I.B. lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Krizz Kaliko)
How much of the trauma did mama get, ayy?
Way up to the highest level that drama gets, ayy
To the pain of my mother's heartache was on a display
Y'all don't want a sick day to my mama's dismay, ayy
Thinking of all of it
I never wanted a part of it
Remember I wanted to let go
When smoking, I managed to get low
It coulda been worse like when I was talking to homies
When the cellular phone up on death row
When I never had to serve a stretch so
I can still say "but I'm blessed though"
But why did I have to hear mama getting beat
In third grade, so I couldn't really give him missing teeth
But I knew from grandma that what you sow you're gonna freaking reap
So he robbed a bank and got about 30 years in the pen' for the mission, peace
Blessed to get away
But stressed to this day
When checks hit a nay
No money, depressed and it's grey
But the family didn't stutter to pull her and the kid inside their homes
Sometimes it was butter and sugar sandwiches
Graduated to healthy niggas
Try'na protect this investment
Moving like stealthy figures
All that poverty and pain it really helped me give a damn
It dealt me this killer jam, now wealthy I'm living grand
Still I felt these shivers
And the cold nights living through all these stressors
I'm feeling like I had a lifelong baby bib to protect me from messes
Around my neck so I'm safe as far as threats go
From the last row to the best flow
I can now say that I'm blessed though
All of these things that get me down
I know there's gotta be an upside, now
Found somewhere, yeah
If I can't pick my face up off the ground
And I don't know what's next
I holler "but I'm blessed"
All of these things that get me down
I know it's gotta be an upside down
Found somewhere, yeah
If I can't pick my face up off the ground
And I don't know what's next
I'm hollow, but I'm blessed, yeah
Under pressure
Feel like God
No discussion when I pull that card
Until I see different
I know what I know
Under pressure
Feel like God
No discussion when I pull that card
Until I see different
I know what I know
Saw Somethin' lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Krizz Kaliko & King Iso)
[Tech N9ne:]
I spent so many years searching for ghosts
For proof of the spiritual realm
I searched all the way up 'til lupus took my mom
Then I stopped
But I wish I saw somethin'
[Krizz Kaliko:]
Losin' religion, waitin' for somethin' to come
Spent so much time haunting ghosts, I turned into one
Where will I go from here?
It seems like the coast is clear, but I
[Krizz Kaliko {King Iso}:]
Wish I would've saw somethin' (Somethin')
Almost thought that I did (I did)
I wish I would've saw somethin' (Somethin')
'Cause I was tryin' (Tryin')
But the more that I searched, the more that they hid
Like they never wanted to be discovered again
I wish I would've
{Really saw somethin' when lookin', but I never did}
I wish I would've
{Knew that the spirit is close when I prayed as a kid, but it hid}
[Tech N9ne:]
I'm talkin' 'bout abandoned asylums in the nighttime
I was just demandin' to sight 'em when the light shined
On the camera, Canon, the item, never caught no phantom, just hide 'em
Man, I thought it'd be grand to invite 'em in my lifetime
My mother's pain was enough for me to be searchin'
If it was for me to be hurtin', 'cause if nothin', never would be searchin'
I was cursed then, no spiritual anything outside of my shell
Landed on the doubt side and I fell, damaged a devout ride on my trail
I was lookin' for ghost confirmation 'cause she was sick, bro
Was a whole lot of close observations but never did show
So if you spoke conversations like, "Do they exist?" No
Not a spirit, not a host of our creation, but I wish though
[Krizz Kaliko:]
Losin' religion, waitin' for somethin' to come
Spent so much time haunting ghosts, I turned into one
Where will I go from here?
It seems like the coast is clear, but I
[Krizz Kaliko {King Iso}:]
Wish I would've saw somethin' (Somethin')
Almost thought that I did (I did)
I wish I would've saw somethin' (Somethin')
'Cause I was tryin' (Tryin')
But the more that I searched, the more that they hid
Like they never wanted to be discovered again
I wish I would've
{Really saw somethin' when lookin', but I never did}
I wish I would've
{Knew that the spirit is close when I prayed as a kid, but it hid}
[Krizz Kaliko:]
You know I get around like a ceilin' fan, I be chillin', man
Go to foreign lands to make fans
And try to get bands, and we make a killer, man
And we do it for the fam
When I run home and come on, she told be she be livin' with a man
Why you do it to me? Damn
Who I gotta put my gun on? Who about to get swung on?
He been eatin' my food
Huggin' my lil' dude, sleepin' in my bed
You been keepin' him fed
Lettin' him get in your head, he about to be dead
But no, he was stuck in my townhouse
'Cause he died young while he was livin' there
Somebody shot him, got him high
Stuck in the sky, and they ain't even give a care
But the suits there tell her, "Stay and prayer
Light sage, and then make a wish"
Said his name started with an M
If you see him there, then you tell him, "Chris"
Birthday is six, six, '06, so he protect in crystal
Didn't see the ghost myself, but I wish though
KC Smile lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Krizz Kaliko)
[Tech N9ne:]
Mama, I can still see it now
Your KC smile, wow
I look into the clouds (Ayy)
Then remember the smiles (Hey)
Still a friend to the crowd, never censor the shroud
No more whimpers to stay with, that's your vow
Picture you rollin', never layin' down
Laughin' at all the funny things you were sayin' now
Woke up today and found pictures displayin' brown
Brothers, down thuggers full of ruckus in this amazing town
I know that they be proud of the way we style and rep the space, G's proud
Although you lay in peace now, Diamond, Doc, Toulou, Mike, Marc, Dwight, Damon and Sam, I see your KC smile
[Krizz Kaliko (Tech N9ne):]
I swear I see your smile with everything I do na, na-na (Yeah)
You disappear on me, but when I picture you, I just
Smile, smile, smile, smile
KC smile, smile, smile, KC, you smile for me (Ayy)
[Tech N9ne:]
It ain't no question that all of us love you (Yes)
Would be a blessin' if we all could just hug you (Yes)
Certain places in town I gotta be the strongest to view
Can't pass spots in the city without thinkin' about moments with you (Uh, uh)
New in the blessed is true in your death
Crew in connect and we all know that you're doin' the best
Who in the set miss you in the flesh
All of us reminiscin' hope not a thing ever ruined your rest
Even though the case reads foul
I'm 'bout to state these loud
Info, Russ, Brian, Troy, my brother Maurice
And last but not least my niece, Pretty, I see your KC smile, baby
It's like y'all never left
Forever good spirited, no death, yes
[Krizz Kaliko:]
I swear I see your smile with everything I do na, na-na (Yeah)
You disappear on me, but when I picture you, I just
Smile, smile, smile, smile
KC smile, smile, smile, KC, you smile for me
[Tech N9ne:]
Gone, but never forgotten
Soul forever be watchin'
'Til we meet again on the same path whenever we crossin'
Homie, when I get there, it better be poppin'
Love you
[Krizz Kaliko:]
I swear I see your smile with everything I do na, na-na (Yeah)
You disappear on me, but when I picture you, I just
Smile, smile, smile, smile
KC smile, smile, smile, KC, you smile for me
Strange Music
Le Horde (Intro) lyrics - Tech N9ne
Who's the number one independent rapper in the world?
N9na
Who's the man we call Technician Number One?
N9na
Who created the medicine to navigate through the darkness?
N9na
Who provided us with his good word, decade after decade, with love
N9na
Somebody say N9na?
N9na
N9na
N9na
What's his name?
N9na
One more time
N9na
Strange Music 20 year anniversary!
Here we go again
Lord Of Weird lyrics - Tech N9ne
When I first started out
Thought to myself, "Spread your heart about"
Never thought that people look at my art and doubt
Wanna bar this mouth, then they darted out
Then the same energy let it charted out (Chuh)
King James, that show you things changed
To the Queen Weymon with King Waynes from Ving Rhames
The scene came from extreme brains to teen lames
Get your green, mane, while I fling Strange in a bling lane (Chuh)
So I go dye my hair rojo
Way back in '99, homies who saw me call me homo
But then the rumors started that I worship Jesus logo
Flippin' it upside down but no-no, so many fear this wicked bozo
But now it's accepted like they finally infected
With the formidable Tech shit, like it's normal to go mesh with
The darkness (Chuh)
I was on a mission, black sphere
20 years ago, but now they love it
Isn't that weird?
Oh, Lord
This thing is
So (Weird, weird) yours
So bring it
Home, Lord
This thing is
So (Weird, weird) yours (Weird, weird)
So bring it
I'm the nigga that started this
But I didn't switch my hips like a bitch and dress like Spartacus
My art is sick, bombarded with retarded quick
Nice flows for the psychos
They don't like those with the tight clothes
What they want is Tecca N9na when the light goes
Way low, the K.O.D. shit
Fatally spray on these hits
Place go like Dave-o, Waco
When I ain't flow, he pray on these tricks
I'm the nigga with the spiked hair
Painted face with the robe, night scare
Many people think 'cause I was quite rare
But tonight, there for the nightmare
Oh, this is not, lost what I seek (Spirits, spirits, spirits)
Oh, this cigar up my sleeve (Spirits, spirits, spirits)
I am here to muzzle who
Those who think their hustle new
They're not any trouble to the L.O.W.
I am here to muzzle who
Those who think their hustle new
They're not any trouble to the L.O.W.
Oh, Lord
This thing is
So (Weird, weird) yours
So bring it
Home, Lord
This thing is
So (Weird, weird) yours (Weird, weird)
So bring it
Like I Ain't lyrics - Tech N9ne
Ayy, like I ain't on 1, 2, 3-Pac
Like I ain't finna bust when my homeboy make the fuckin' beat drop
Bussin' the cappin', no wack when I'm rappin'
You really need to trust in the fact that I'm back and I'm slappin'
The industry for ducking the cat, we need to rap with the passion
When I'm in the streets, I'm crushin' the fashion
Like I ain't never ate in this game (Chuh)
Like I ain't never seen or had me some big things
Like I ain't been around the world and with so many different girls
At kinky parties that it could lift the spirit of Rick James (Jesus)
Like I ain't a fixture and never knew Twista
And never did music for the Alpha Dog picture
Like I never script the pledge in the scripture
I had a hit song 'bout my my own liquor mixture
Do it like I wasn't a starter that was on the Carter (Weezy)
Wasn't in art of my cousin, the Water (Fizzy)
Nothing was bought up, we're bussin' and touchin' the heart of
People that's lovin' the hardest stuff ain't no charted (Pleasies)
Like I never got signed (Woah)
Not a one, not a two but three times (Chuh)
Like I never did get the cheddar or see shine
Like a sleep time for peep's mind on T9
Like, if these rhymes really never ever happened (Chuh)
'Til right now, like POW, I got it crackin'
With the pen and pad, without no backend
Tryna stack and get action
And pull the cash in is the way that I'm rappin'
Like I ain't rich, like I ain't sold
Not a near record Platinum or near Gold
Like I ain't dripped, like I ain't froze
Like I ain't made a quarter mill' for a show
Like I ain't big, like I ain't huge
Like I ain't shit, like I ain't pay dues
Like I ain't full, like I ain't cool
Like I ain't build a empire in the Zou
Like I, like I ain't
Toured with the Jay Rock, with the homie K-Dot
Like I ain't never had the allure for the pay slots
Stressin', like I didn't step in the session with the Seven
Never guessin' the F-in. cure is to spray thots (Brrt)
Like I never had a shot (Pow)
Or a song with the white guy Dre got (Woo)
Like I didn't have a lay lock
Never went on the set of Ballers with Mr. Baywatch
Like I didn't meet Trav yet, like I never had assets
Bad with the pen, but never cashed checks
Rappin' like I ain't even close to havin' the bag yet (No)
Like I'm tryna be the best up in this hip-hop (Chuh)
And do a track with the king of Atlanta, T.I.P.-top (Chuh)
Then turn around and go switch it up, and do big rock
Tryna ride all the way up to my homie in Slipknot (Maggot, chuh)
Like I never heard fans yell it
Not the calm, not the worst, even Anghellic (Word)
Before they told me that I can't sell it
Before I went to the reunion of fam', Nelly
Like I didn't have this new watch (Chuh)
And it never would tic and never do toc (Chuh)
Like I'm rapping myself into learnin' brew hops
Rappin' like I ain't never did a record with 2Pac
Like I ain't rich, like I ain't sold
Not a near record Platinum or near Gold
Like I ain't dripped, like I ain't froze
Like I ain't made a quarter mill' for a show
Like I ain't big, like I ain't huge
Like I ain't shit, like I ain't pay dues
Like I ain't full, like I ain't cool
Like I ain't build a empire in the Zou
Like I, like I ain't
Skippin' my job, yeah, like this is a process
Try'na get from the projects, so I spit like I got next
And I trip if you object, like I'm itchin' to fly tec
Whipping in kitchens with Pyrex, to the mission that God set
For me, rippin' these quick and will not rest
Like no flippin', Techn9cian is obsessed (Chuh)
Like I didn't know when I was droppin' (Chuh)
Independent music, I wasn't toppin' (Chuh)
And all the bad bitches wasn't jockin'
I rap like I didn't know I'd do a record with Hopsin (Chuh)
They call me Tecca N9na, I'ma shoot this
If you're dissin', you really don't wanna do this
Niggas wanna try me, then you're gonna lose it
I rap like I never did a record with Joyner Lucas (Hungry)
Like I never knew maestros
Like I didn't know Trae was a asshole
Like I didn't have a stash full of cash flow
Rappin' like I'm back in the past with my afro
Like I never ever knew Strange
Or put the name Tech N9ne in my shoe strings (Chuh)
Like I didn't know I was spittin' the butane
And I grew fame with the homie Bobby and 2 Chainz
Like I ain't rich, like I ain't sold
Not a near record Platinum or near Gold
Like I ain't dripped, like I ain't froze
Like I ain't made a quarter mill' for a show
Like I ain't big, like I ain't huge
Like I ain't shit, like I ain't pay dues
Like I ain't full, like I ain't cool
Like I ain't build a empire in the Zou
Like I, like I ain't
Strange Music
2019 and beyond, baby
This shit crazy
Tech N9ne, baby
Green Lit lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. King Iso & Maez301)
[Tech N9ne:]
Aw, shit
This somethin', y'all lit
You niggas called it
To yourself, saw the line and you crossed it
I ain't gotta send it to you trippin' all the tickets
Negative lippin', you automatically start the mission
Clique is stricken, 'cause you hissin'
Leave your shit in a bad condition
So many N9cians, I can't list 'em
When the funk comin' up, they sniffin' (Chuh)
My niggas was hibernatin' (Chuh)
It's all love, but believe we got the sniper waitin' (Chuh)
And they ain't rappin', no talkin' and never cyber-hatin' (Chuh)
They specialize in that thing you can get from Mike or Jason
I ain't gotta say a damn thing
Once you say it, next thing you know the clan came
You run your mouth and make 'em come expand brains
Damn shame, and lame
Got to drop and pop your top like when they poppin' champagne
Euh, and I got plenty means
To get it done, but I ain't gotta drop any green
The many kings that love me will give 'em semi-streams
If he say anything (Anything?)
Anything (Anything, chuh)
So close they hold these spitters
So many that I might not even know these hitters
Havin' love from me, so if you try to slow these gritters
When it pop, don't look at me, I can't control these niggas (Uh-uh)
[Maez301:]
T-T-G, yeah we trained to go
Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed
Police come around, they go, "We don't know"
Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most
Green lit a pussy, bumper car
And my niggas always down to spin the block
What that mean? Double back, hit his top
Young custodian, might pull up with the mop
[King Iso:]
A lot of wolfin' goin' on from these new names lately
Don't ever have a career, huh, on 2K maybe
Your car will get dented like Harvey, if you're two-faced, crazy
My youngins'll mop you up for a blue face, baby, ugh
I don't wanna get you green lit like I need him pressed
That line like it's call waiting, but it's those texts you'll be receiving
No one gon' start shit but I play defense
Look at my shark fins, you're in the deep end
When I left, I kept on calling Chilli like T-Boz, I be creepin', nigga
Bitch please, don't get your whips swiss-cheesed
Melted for the chips like trick, give me some dip please
Don't get tricked off like Roy and Siegfried
When the Sig squeeze, I'll make Ms on 16s
Strange Gang, I'll bang-bang like it's Chief Keef
Sprinkle wax blunt, call us sequoias, big trees
I ain't ridin' 'round naked like a striptease
I'll do a drive-by on a 10-speed for 10 Gs (Zoom)
I be gassin' on 'em with intense speed, what the lick read?
They don't wanna see me ballin'
They know I'm the king, like Lebron I switch teams
How ironic that I got the iron in my pants and my pockets increase
Shittin' on them niggas hella bad
Take the L, I've been on a win streak
I'm on your head, yeah, I'm so proactive
And I don't wanna push your team back, so no more malice
Trav said, "Take the high road," so I won't go at it
But if you hatin', do me a favor
Do Momo challenge, chump
They know it's
[Maez301:]
T-T-G, yeah we trained to go
Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed
Police come around, they go, "We don't know"
Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most
Green lit a pussy, bumper car
And my niggas always down to spin the block
What that mean? Double back, hit his top
Young custodian, might pull up with the mop
You worry 'bout bitches, I'm handlin' business
My niggas be with it, we comin' to get it
You know how we be pullin' up, ought to be cool with us
But they not cool enough, but they not bool enough
Ain't tryna disrespect nobody, but my goons'll catch a body
Shoot 'em just like paparazzi, now you stumblin' and flockin'
50 bands for a show what I want, like I'm Waka Flocka
Pull up and go baka-baka
OGs, they gon' pop ya, pop ya
Niggas talkin', we gon' let 'em have it, yeah
Listen, peon, shit could get tragic, yuh
T-T-G, yeah we trained to go
Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed
Police come around, they go, "We don't know"
Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most
Green lit a pussy, bumper car
And my niggas always down to spin the block
What that mean? Double back, hit his top
Young custodian, might pull up with the mop
[Tech N9ne:]
Strange Music 20 year anniversary!
F'n Do It lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. JL & FUTURISTIC)
[Tech N9ne:]
What's with it?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Tech N9ne, big shit
I wasn't planning, no, no
This thing is jamming so I can feel it
(In the air)
I can feel it, I can feel it (In the air)
I can feel it, I can feel it (In the air)
I can feel it, I can feel it (In the air)
Ayy, tonight I wasn't gonna drink, but I'ma do it
Do it, do it, 'cause I elevate
Do it to it 'cause I sell estates
Do it fluid, I'ma celebrate
'Cause I rock a lot and pocket hella cake
If I don't do it then I delegate
Then you do it while I get my fella ate
Then I gel her face
Damn, the Tech is undetected like when you don't smell a vape
We the party
Smoke a lot of weed, B. Marley
If you meddle with the cheese, he tardy
Time to kill, indeed, see Carly
I don't be playing, I'ma be spraying
Fuck with the N9na, your body decaying
Hold up, we talking 'bout drinking, yo, what am I thinking?
This 'Bou Lou thing is really paying
I knew it (Hell yeah), I pursue it (Fuck yeah)
Hit the hammer, have 'em hit a Howard Hewett (Huh, huh)
Don't misconstrue it, at first I said I wouldn't drink no fluid
But I couldn't resist, I blew it
Tonight I wasn't gonna drink, but I'ma do it
Ayy, ayy, fucking do it
Tonight I wasn't gonna drink, but I'ma do it
Ayy, ayy, fucking do it
Tonight I wasn't gonna drink, but I'ma do it, do it, do it
What you waiting on?
Do it, do it, do it
What you waiting on?
Do it, do it, do it
What you waiting on?
Do it
Tonight I wasn't gonna drink, but I'ma do it
[Futuristic:]
Whatever I wanna do
Swimming in liquor like pools
I get to the business, my digits, I flipped 'em
No really the kid making moves
I do it like checks on my shoes
I don't notice when checks coming through, yeah
She give me long neck like giraffes
I swear that they head from the zoo
Told Tech gotta keep up
Shots to the chest, goddamn, make it heat up
Somebody talking I put 'em right in the carpet
If they starting a problem, I call Muggs, they get beat up
Told him he got four more for sure
Flow cold, snow-globe
More slope out my mag, that's how I treat them
Hit 'em with a Speedom
He didn't wanna do it, but I got a little fluid in me, so a nigga eat 'em
I'm on Ciroc or the Henny, yeah
How much you got? I got plenty, mmh
She from the block just like Jenny, yeah
Swear that I'm on with no penny, mmh
That's a fact or a Vinnie (Yup)
Hit it from the back when I'm cracking a jimmy (Yup)
Ass look fat, then I smack when I'm hitting, get it?
[Tech N9ne & Futuristic:]
Tonight I wasn't gonna drink, but I'ma do it (Do it)
Ayy, ayy, fucking do it (Do it)
Tonight I wasn't gonna drink, but I'ma do it (Do it, yeah)
Ayy, ayy, fucking do it (Do it)
Tonight I wasn't gonna drink, but I'ma do it (Do it), do it (Do it), do it (Do it)
What you waiting on?
Do it (Do it), do it (Do it), do it
What you waiting on?
Do it (Do it), do it (Do it), do it (Do it)
What you waiting on?
Do it (Do it, do it)
Tonight I wasn't gonna drink, but I'ma do it
[JL:]
I'ma just have one, make it a double
I'ma just sip mine, I'm tryna stay out of trouble
Here's the humble beginnings, then I'm done after this
Or I'm having mixed drinks about feelings now, damn, ain't that about a bitch?
Said they cut off of all beverages
Right back at it like a bad reader
Get shitfaced like an ass eater
You can tell that I'm blown like a bad speaker
Happy to sag with it out, savvier
Got bad habits, I'm a gas leaker
Had a half from 'em, looking magnesia
But don't have what she's had, 'nother bag eater
Can I get a cold 'Bou Lou in a coozie?
Jack D, back to back shots of Coolie
Then chugging the backwash of a brewski
Get the crew, we grouping with a doobie
With the shits, bro, get to it
Get twisted with the whole hood
Once it hits your lips, it's so good
[Tech N9ne:]
Tonight I wasn't gonna drink, but I'ma do it
Ayy, ayy, fucking do it
Tonight I wasn't gonna drink, but I'ma do it
Ayy, ayy, fucking do it
Tonight I wasn't gonna drink, but I'ma do it, do it, do it
What you waiting on?
Do it, do it, do it
What you waiting on?
Do it, do it, do it
What you waiting on?
Do it
Tonight I wasn't gonna drink, but I'ma do it
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