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<i>[Chorus]</i>
He won't play me on radio cause they be on Punk shit daily on, industry's a shady one <i>[Repeat 4x]</i> <i>[Verse 1]</i> 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 fucking 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 <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Repeat 4x]</i> <i>[Verse 2]</i> 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 fuckers 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 <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Repeat 4x]</i> <i>[Verse 3]</i> You can look into my E.Y.E.'s and you can see why these Mother fuckers 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 <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Repeat 8x]</i> |
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| 3:54 |
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[Tech N9ne]
I be bustin (bustin) parents be fussin and cussin Cause all I talk about is silicone and muffins (muffins) So if you didn't come to hear some strips clubs hits Then get the hell on cause I'm gettin my mail on; I'm hustlin I'm talkin about foes and I'm talkin bout fans and kitties I'm talkin about hoes and I'm talkin bout Kansas City That's where I dwell wit wit, my my bills And I I, I will pop hot rocks for real Venomous, when it gets HOT The Tech straight killin hatas, when it gets ROCK The sex rates genemater, so don't miss SHOT Spits quick game inovator Chick generator quick trip James Lemonator This is the beginin of blingin and houses and women Welcomin angels and demons and cowards are sent it I'm alive and well but demise will bring ghost stories When I rise in hell them alive will still vote for me [Hook]2x Watch out, cuzz here comes Tecca Nina Roll out, cuzz here comes Tecca Nina Drop down, cuzz here comes Tecca Nina Cuzz here comes Tecca Nina Cuzz here comes Tecca Nina Cuzz here comes Tecca Nina [Tech N9ne] Bonzai, baby every once I Smokin and drinkin and poppin so hurry come fly Cuzz I plenty rolled, and I got plenty dough And we got plenty hoes, we roll on 24's What it is, what it was, what it shall be What the bliz, what the L, where the Belvi Caroboulu is 151 and Malibu Rum and pineapple So what's this weakness you tryin to sell me I represent, the Rougue Dawg villain niggas Betta repent, the foes all feelin triggas You got me tempt, we rolls all billa scrilla Roll call villain killas, froze y'all fill in millas This be the best time To bust ya best rhyme You bring ya best rhyme I'm on yo next line And when I flex mine I see respect signs Call the request line And just say TECH N9NE! [Hook] [Tech N9ne] They call me Tecca Nina, that be my nick name I often wreck arenas, most of em chicks man Spoil us wit checks and visa, that's how we spit game Havin them bless the weiner, I love to get brain Four chicks in the back of the truck Backin it up, suckin on tongues laughin it up Gased in the cut, bustin the buns slappin it up Quick wrappin it up, we trust wit no funds Then passin the butt Absolute when I shoot the shit Choose the chicks wit flows that you used to get Take 'em to Adams house, and rat 'em out Or take 'em down to Wes' get breastes up in ya face And scat 'em out Make room, for the crew and beats that thump I got the sickness horny chicks mighty mind be |
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| 4. |
| 4:46 |
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[Pre-Hook]2x
Moma say stop or I'm gonna tell poppa [Hook] This is the town where the clowns put it down baby Moma say stop or I'm gonna tell poppa Close the door befo ya child here the sound baby Moma say stop or I'm gonna tell poppa * - Tech raps these lines in between at double speed [Tech N9ne] The killa clowns in ya town raisin all hell * Tecca Nina wit the stamina comin to damage ya Buckin the bammer when I bust wit a bang And it ain't no clause that say fraud ain't no tall tale * Women love when I hit when I cover the booty They givin it to me but it ain't no thang We reppin KC MO fellas and the ladies know * That we comin wit the killas I'm wit the gorillas The villians that get ya when you disrespect us Even the babies know Tech Nina got crazy flow * We be givin the women the willy we sick of the hatas want to pays us betta get this record This is important we be courtin every place we go * Get you up in the room and drippin up wit the groom I give it to you anyway you want to have it Baby is a horse and yes of course I'ma have to break the hoe * Leavin the kids at home I want to bone alone We hoppin up and down like jack rabbits So many kids put this on they daddies mind * Never will I ever put 'em out there like that Feelin that I did Tecca Nina take it right back Tellin 'em that they mommy's boyfriends Tech N9ne * Don't be lookin at me like you really want to fight cat All Tecca Nina want to know is where the mic at [Hook]2x [Tech N9ne] 151, Malibu Rum, and pineapple juice * For those that don't know that's Caroboulu Warranted in Missou We havin fun got some buns on some yack abuse * Rouge Dawgs gonna rep it and smoke a lot Regime, Outlawz, Duece Click in a zoo Stack up when you wit the nut house we gonna have ya * Takin everything up in the book from X and the puff You lookin to get took Abracadbra, 151 and coke is viagra * Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me Gotta real love from havin the bed shook Look I'm hella fed up wit all the silly rumors dawg * Sayin that we got dropped JCOR That never ever happened I mean what do they know We kept our head up and now moneys comin to us all * We kickin it wit Strange wollowin fame Givin the game only when I say so So crack some bud wit me, demons get some love wit me * Doin what you gotta do to get what you gotta get It gotta get it all Tecca Ninas on a roll Get on some shrub wit me, two cases of bud wit me * What you gonna do to get the women on crunk I'ma hit 'em wit the funk got 'em all like OOOO! [Hook] [Tech N9ne] One, then comes the two to the three and * That was the anthem no this the anthem Hella rockin the planet again you can't stand it again Huns, they then comin through to see me man * Then I de-pants 'em and I bust at random In a bit I'ma land 'em, dock, women I ram it again Raise, I love to get high and get paid * Why do I want to stick 'em wit another hit out of abyss Baby you don't want to miss the ISH Babes they love to come by and get laid * Why am I at the pinnacle when I rip it I'ma kill 'em in this To the hatas I gotta send 'em a gift Bump this in your ride or in the club * Givin everybody what they need I give it all so they give it all back to me Hatas don't you hide just show some love * Do you dig it I'ma rep the be |
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| 4:16 |
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[talking]
Slacker: a person who shirts his work or duty A person who evades military service in the wartime Hehehehehe.. I know one thing man I'm gonna have my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flame Youknowhat'msayin? heheheheh.. Eat, drink, and be merry, tomorrow you may die That's what life's about man, good times, a little salad Haha... [Verse One: Tech] Yo yo I'm a product of reganomics, neurotic They sayin homage is gone up, inhaling chronic The oddest I'm stayin honest - I'm bout to make it famous So you can take that J-O-be |
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| 0:21 |
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| 10. |
| 3:55 |
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[Tech N9ne Talking]
A stallion Ass like pow Chest like bang Lips like ooh An angel mane But she had the devil's eyes I had to have her cat [Verse 1] Pass me the 151 and coke cat And later we'll find where the dope at but hold that I seen something so fat That wish I could've drove back To get my codac Strip teeasa! Loving who got the visa Got up and she will please ya Not of then she don't need ya Product Gucci Felecia It's a duty to feed ya Amnesia Caribou and tequezia Off the turnbuckle baby bub I have the booties and boobies It was nootie so cootie was a cutey I gotta get neara I got mucho dinero Look at her look at herself in the mirror Moving like Shakira Made my way To the front of the stage 100's for days Big body I wanted to praise Will she get with a nigga? maybe! She bent over and said thanks and I whispered in her ear [Chorus x2] Tech: I love the way you make it slither baby Every night when I come through That looks like something that I want to run through Girl: You want some, ooh Tech: You know I want to Girl: Baby we can have fun too (I love the way you make it slither baby) [Verse 2] Well she asked me for a lap dance And Trav said she too fine, fat chance Boy I'm Tech N9ne I rap and I slap hands With millionaires plus I got stacks man She approached me slowly Holy moly Chef Boy are Dee's cheese and beef ravioli Hold me close Nose be ope How much evil can dough provoke How much she told me nope Cause this one was on her I'm hoping I can get the chance to put it on her She slithered on me put the booty in my lap and got to gyrating Was I waiting For the pushing 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 I tried to explain it the best that I could She put the mouth on the crotch of my pants and said (HERRRRRH) [Hook] Tech: Shit Girl: you like that baby? Tech: How about me and you leave here baby so we can do that shit you just did Over and over again [Chorus x2] [Verse 3] 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 they 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 three 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's Sizes kissing and licking on me They coming 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 other Instead of bud lovers I'm trapped with blood sucking motherfuckers for eternity Brought me here to straight feed on a nigga All because I said to a stripper (I love the way you make it....Slithaaaaaa!) [Tech and Girls Talking] |
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| 5:08 |
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<i>[1st Verse]</i>
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 fucked 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 Fuck up, and just ride. <i>[Chorus]</i> I'm a psycho baby It's about to drive me crazy Backwards <i>[Repeat 2 times]</i> <i>[2nd Verse]</i> 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 fuckin' you makes Me feel a murderous sensation blood mixed with Ejaculation cum bustin' bump heads till concussions After we done fuckin' 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 fuckers feel him and his mic Somebody stop him cause he's fuckin' 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 fuck you Think he wanna do to you? <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[(Repeat 2 times) Backwards]</i> <i>[3rd Verse]</i> 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 fucked 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 fucker 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 fuck 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? <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[(Repeat 4 times) Backwards]</i> |
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| 6:28 |
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Girl: Hey
Tech N9ne: Wassup? Girl: You want to get high? Tech N9ne: Watchu got? Girl: Whatever Tech N9ne: Let's do it Girl: You feel it yet? Tech N9ne: Yeah (echoes) [Tech N9ne] Fall into a spell way deeper than hell Sensation was given to me from my homegirl Chelle Told me, since I was in pain and I like to rebel This Motorola I'm givin you will suit you real well Ten minutes twenty minutes thirty minutes feelin funny Butterflies (Jeah!) My eyes dilate another size Overwhelming since of love Got these nutts so sprung Walk up to a stranger baby Can I suck yo tongue? Tinglin baby got me feelin mingling baby This is a hella higher learnin than singleton baby One minute I'm cold next one I'm heat (Jeah!) Give me some, Big Red so I don't grind my teeth This is deep I take another one (Jeah!) And another one (Jeah!) And another one Uh oh here comes the other one (Jeah!) I'm simulated main I'm hella blown away And all my problems that I had have all gone away (Jeah!) I'ma pop another pill and I'ma take a sip of Carabou to wash it down (Jeah!) You thinkin I'ma overdose I never had a moment that'll turn a nigga round (Jeah!) I really want to get you but I gotta do my dick is in the bed I want to start (Jeah!) I feel I want to fuck you but my dick is really numb and I don't see me gettin hard (Jeah!) She told me to take this cap of GHB with a gulp of Mountain Dew with glee So I could possibly end my existence (Jeah!) GHB, ain't no need for resistance (Jeah!) Ecstacy (Jeah!) Yeah! [Chorus] Ecstacy I love you very much G-H-be |
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| 4:42 |
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| 15. |
| 2:39 |
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[Tech N9ne]
I'ma tell y'all a lil' story man, yaknahm'sayin? {*thunder*} Yo this is a song about, somebody who did me wrong dawg I thought you was my homie man.. I guess not Fuck it... You was supposed to be my, dawg Homie when I first met you what was told to me was, fraud What a shocker, and imposter, I've been crossed, I lost ya My best friend turned out to be an enemy, that's endin me Hidden, no sympathy, no empathy either, homie I never denied ya Nuttin that you wanted - women? I never playa-hated I hooked you up, booked you up from the beginning This enemy had love for you, shared blood for ya When ya wanted to dig I dug for ya nigga But you a double-crosser, nasty hand-tosser I shoulda known you was evil - when ya told me you was cool for we could be sex fools when we under the steeple, the retrieval I'm tryna get my life back No more stoppin women from puttin a knife at ya cap Remember when we was kickin it, bitches was givin it 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 kinfolks nigga, we the same complexion? I'm stressin -- 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 wit her, you fucked it up By lettin her know I was creepin around, with every chick in the town, BUSTER! I shoulda known not to trust ya Listen I'm losin my life because of you! I lost my life because of you! I'm losin my wife because of you! I even had sex and a baby with the crazy bitch you introduced me to! Now I'm straight depressed, I hate your flesh But fate was just, belate to Tech, laid to rest Everytime you got drawers, you made my poor little life fall Nigga ya got balls - you ain't never had a partner like me REAL, I never ever sold ya pipe dreams Personal yes it might seem, nigga when you was burnin I went to get the doctor's side cleaned Looked out for ya health, and this is the respect I get? Hater, ya neck I'll slit, but I cain't 'cause I'm attached to ya And I don't know why, sometimes I wish you would just die That would eliminate all this hurt Maybe I could get up outta all this dirt, ya caused me So strong, nothing could stop you, not even cerebral palsey I can't believe it; my best homie turned on me You musta forgot we grew up together I'm through, life is over now, there's nothin else to do Point the finger and blame it on you... [Tech + (sung)] (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 in two, you untrue, don't know what to do, I'm talkin to you (who?) my dick... {*chanting and thunder till fade*} |
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| 4:25 |
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| 6:10 |
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[Tech talkin]
Huh, My nigga Don Juan...damn I Been knowin you a long time nigga, heh We did a lot of shit together man On this music tip man Beautiful shit we did dog Remember when we went out to L.A. man, wit Quincy man Made all that shit pop Yukmouth and everybody Dubb see and everybody Had a lot of good times dog Know what I'm sizzlin But that shits about to come to an end dog Ya know Never have I ever crossed anybody, y'all niggas know me The sands of time have already started to pour against you dog So listen hard Cuzz I'm speak real softly Like this [Tech N9ne] Just think What if I could just, just blink ya shit away Niggas think Because a nigga bust, I grips and grips to pay The pain grows in fame and kangos we're changin strange hoes Who bang in Range Roves for thangs same shows, wit lames The rains goes will stain and insane foes who drain And hang rows wit brains If you brought it, that means you got it And if you brought, that means you should have shot it Cuzz I'm about to drop the ray and Nina Locked to kill a liter Proped to meaner nigga I pop the millameter Demarco I'm bout to spark flow ya bark so hearts wit parts Gonna make ya heart blow (heart blow), blood And don't be was-in, cuzz-in me buggin me Bout dubbs I be musclin these clubs really lovin me It hurts my nigga the hurt my nigga But hurt my nigga is what's inspiring these spurts my nigga At first my nigga Used to be my homie, used to be my ace Yellin you gonna slap the taste out my mouth Nigga I never scare Savoir faires everywhere If you need me believe me its easy To put hoes in shock to tizzie Watch the wizzie These glocks'll talk fa shizzie [Hook: repeat 2X] Some say I should worry and watch where I walk Yada yada yada nigga, that's just talk I'm a friend, if I was a foe, I would be Kno-kno-kno-kno-kno-kno-kno-knockin at yo front door [Tech N9ne] Industry's faulty, idustry's salty (man) The industry cost me, industry brought me (pain) The industry taught me, industry caught me (strain) And you niggas know that the industry's awfully (vain) I ain't a snake nigga all I did is make niggas money Wit sonny now its funny, you playa hate niggas Over some cake the fake of a show me state nigga In my face will be Don Juan The Great to late nigga I don't speak a lot I peep a lot I creep a lot And people who speakin usually weak and out for peace and no beef a lot Remember we used to kick it like bros Now you niggas act like bitches and hoes Wit ya licorice souls Tecca N9ne I got the wickedest flows No kid in this MO, no mysery will ever get wit this Rouge I'm pissed in this hole Little for side a crypt in his soul Instead of a rap I should have twisted his nose Who kept Short Nitty from killin you (Me) Who kept Diamond from drillin you (Me) Whp kept villain niggas from bill dealin you (Me) So now you can take away me and keep on talkin crazy And I'ma let 'em know where you keep your baby And where you stay D [Hook] [Tech N9ne] You can't turn enough muthfackas against me You can't find a harder rapper that'll convince me I'm wit the Canties, the Ashbees, the White Bears La Zhunes, the Harris's, and the muthafuckin Timleys The theories, the buyers, the Kennedy's You know the families that are known to be bad for humanity Can he be bad, can he be tough, can he be rough No cream puff are considered to be rough enough Nobody likes you not even ya bitches I'm a witness They sick of yo disrespectful way of speakin explicit Always talkin about how big yo dick is Betta hope Anghellic go mutli-platinum to get yo riches, blood This is the end of men who were once friends and then One asshole thought he was somethin When punks bend over they get FUCKED (get fucked) So hand over them Tech tapes or get STUCK (get stucked) You must think I'm soft for talkin to Icey Rock bout the Nina out I'm trippin without a doubt I'm a tell you really is yo friend Mail Bakari and maybe you and him can get together And tell like it is again It's over man, I hope you brought your novacain I know the pain, is slowly takin over brain So calm that mufuckin wombat I don't need no Don Juan tracks To come bomb on rap [Hook] [Tech talkin] That's what I'm speakin on dog that's real shit Nigga once said to me Nigga walk around like his shit don't stink Gonna cut ya nose off and stick up ya ass so you can smell that shit man Ya know what I'm sizzlin Dog...you drew first blood man That was dog shit You know what I'm sizzlin That ain't no friend Talkin bout knockin me out nigga Ya know what are we Yo [Tech N9ne] Dr. Dre here I come Timbaland here I come Neptunes here I come Rik Rok here I come Alchemist here I come Sick Jack here I come Boscoe here I come Swizz Beats here I come Trackmasters here I come Don Juan be done |
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Yeah man
Niggas think it's all peaches and cream Shit's hard right now man, it's real shit Me and my road dogs man on this one We stay constantly dirty, grittin' for our shit Ya know what I'm sizzlin'? [Chorus: x2] Ain't nobody every gave me nothin', I'm on my own I was down and dirty when I was young but now I'm grown And I continue to struggle ya heard me Me and my niggas in the course and we constantly dirty 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 morn' On the co'n, get my hustle on I stays dirty - chippin', choppin', flippin' birdies I'm pushin' thirty, vision clear, I'm never blurry Plottin' plans, strategic mission, I'm on my toes I stays with fam my mans, to shake these fuckin' foes Lord knows all the different situations, trials and tribulations Aggravations that a niggas facin' I get complacent that's my ass, I'm a memory They spillin' liquor on the curb when they mention me But they're ain't no fear in me, get it how you live That's if you hearing me then dug down and dig Lace your boots man, prepare for the struggle Stay in them trenches, hella dirty, grit and hustle [Chorus x2] Ain't nobody every gave me nothin', I'm on my own I was down and dirty when I was young but now I'm grown And I continue to struggle ya heard me Me and my niggas in the course and we constantly dirty Nigga I got a pocket full of G's, I'm constantly servin' My Nina knock him to his knees, I'm constantly dirty Super Villain, check my powers, I get the early worm Chop with choppers, lose the coppers with just a single turn True to life, through the mic, they got me tellin' stories With the fame and the lights, I feed my territory Gutter livin' with precision, them busters know they phony Flip my profit keep on rockin' it for my dead homies They wanna follow my shadow and waddle in the mud It's the infallible cannibal with the dirty gloves "Absolute" with this "Power" they call me realistic Savage Bakarii still comin' up off that fetal living Givin my life, to the night, on the dirty All my might, when it's right, then I strike on them early Twisted like livin' dirty, super savage, I'm out to get that bread Gutter livin' that's my habit until I rest my head [Chorus x2] Ain't nobody every gave me nothin', I'm on my own I was down and dirty when I was young but now I'm grown And I continue to struggle ya heard me Me and my niggas in the course and we constantly dirty Which one of y'all can I holla at when it's time to pay rent? And who you thinks gonna loan me money when my last bread is spent? I got an even shorter list of people to call on when I'm in a pinch So I might just walk around with my jaws clenched like The Grinch I'm, headed for trouble 'cause I can't sit here and struggle How do I bubble if I don't get out and hustle? I'm in the wind put the spud on my muzzle Put on my hood, grab my gloves and my shovel Tie up my boots because the mud it gets thick And hit a lick so quick, they think I love this shit It's real life gutter livin', nigga comin' straight from the brain Some handle the pressure and others break from the pain It's been fifteen other damnedest and ain't nothin' changed but the weather Times' still gettin' harder and niggas can't stick together All through my teens, my twenties, even when I'm thirty T-Will'll be gritty, grimey, constantly dirty... [Chorus x2] Ain't nobody every gave me nothin', I'm on my own I was down and dirty when I was young but now I'm grown And I continue to struggle ya heard me Me and my niggas in the course and we constantly dirty Yo! Ain't nobody gave me nothin' but God He gave me talent, these civilians perpetrating the fraud That point is valid, got niggaz sayin' they made me The only thing that was made 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 followin' before Mitchell Bade hit the streets must be inebriated Soon as Mitch hit, it hit! Because we some talented motherfuckers but they still talk shit Keep that shit low black - that shit be gettin' back to a nigga that will fight for 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 gettin' through this year I'm still strugglin 'hard, how can niggas disregard? I'm thirty! Watch what you say when you speak to little birdies I'm constantly dirty... [Chorus x2] Ain't nobody every gave me nothin', I'm on my own I was down and dirty when I was young but now I'm grown And I continue to struggle ya heard me Me and my niggas in the course and we constantly dirty Constantly dirty, constantly dirty [Repeat x4] [Chorus x1] Ain't nobody every gave me nothin', I'm on my own I was down and dirty when I was young but now I'm grown And I continue to struggle ya heard me Me and my niggas in the course and we constantly dirty |
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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 <i>[Verse 1]</i> 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 <i>[Chorus]</i> 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 <i>[Repeat 2x]</i> <i>[Verse 2]</i> 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 <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Repeat 2x]</i> <i>[Verse 3]</i> 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 fucker and I bet I'll never change <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Repeat 4x]</i> |
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