Pull up, I be stuntin' keep it quiet, not public Turn your phone off, he ain't calling, I does this Get the body drippin', stop playin', I know what to do, oh, yeah Baby I don't play no games when I'm
I know I walk a line On the edge all the time Waitin' for the next fight (Waitin' for the next fight) Walk it off casually You can call it apathy I'll never lose faith for you to see (I'll never lose
Krizz Kaliko & Tech N9ne] Alright, party night tonight, alright you, come on in You're good, skinny jeans, come on in, tight shirt, come on in Ah, that new rock 'n roll gay look, yeah, you're cool, co
Hey, now everybody sit down and shut the fuck up! Class is now in session If you came here to hear that lovey dovey shit - get the fuck out! If you soft and scared of hardcore shit - get the fuck out!
(Big gasp) I feel like I'm about to throw up. (ugh!) Gang sighns cause I'm kixin' it! (oh) Guess I never grow up. security! ease up, let a big star enter. I just want to drink and flirt with the femal
I'm talkin 'bout ghetto love, Girl dont keep me waitin for that Ghetto love! talk bout misbehaving. Because when I get you home in the sack and when I give it to you, Give it back give it back give it
Tech N9ne Collabos "Bang Out" (feat. 816 Boys) What the fuck do I hear mayne? Listen I think some bitches coming near me Dwam! I need you to do something for me What's that baby? I don't know if you
Tech N9ne Collabos "Midwest Choppers" Welcome to misery where the killers pop it up Whenever I say it and deal it at the turn of the gun We can do it if anybody want it Where the rapper niggas will c
Sickology 101 futuristic B-Boyz shit Your first lesson given to you by (Mr. Smith!) KC MO stand up, young niggas represent Ey, ask me what I wanna be when I grow up, I ain't just gonna blow up I'm a
That's real people act a different way with me I feel that nobody wanna play with me Then that's ill 'cause they treat me like a stain on they clothes The industry and my foes They treat me like I go
Here we come, baby, it's a party, bitch Here we come, baby, it's a party, bitch Here we come, baby, it's a party, bitch If you mad at me, hey, sorry n' shit You hate my everything, sorry n' shit, la,
I used to press my Dickies with Stay Flo Sold pieces for my reli, chasin' peso Now they want me with nothin' 'cause I let my pay show So I hop inside of my Mercedes and let the bass go On you hatin'
Tech N9ne] I've landed, but which way now to go? Cause it's Strangeland everything goes up vertical above the clouds I flow How I got here I don't really know or remember like The Alamo So to give me
Tech N9ne! Smashes the masses But the industry is hatin' asses Strange days, when your favorite rapper's poppin' But is he on top is something you can't gauge Especially when he's toppin' the charts
INTRO: (spoken) Areola, that shirt came off, that bra came off and... so crazy What a day. What a motha fuckin' day. I tell ya. Baby, I'm home! Hey, baby! What's that smell? Smell like.like my baby's
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