Lyrics:
rather pop bubbly, one for B.I.G. and one for Pac
N****, trust me, I'm hot as they get, like Al Green
Getting hit by a pot of them grits, yo, nahmeen?
on the page
Would it satisfy you? Would it
Slide on by you?
Would you think the boy's insane?
He is insane
I said, I know it's only rock 'n' roll
But I like it
it up with Tech N9ne, nigga, who gon' stop me?
Niggas know I'm mobbin'
Niggas know I'm not playin'
What's her name, what's her name? Could it be
be running no more"
Boy gets arrested
And the case is tested that day
Judge finds him guilty
And the jailer takes him away
Good morning, young master
fast and so tight like Busta Rhymes and Tech N9ne on their tracks
And have some good fans like KSI, FiR (Falling In Reverse) and Lil Nas X
And be one
I dress? Yeah, like my flesh, yeah
Soon as I roll up, put my doors up
Go'n head, pour up, roll a few O's up, let's go
Four by four, that tall shit,
be packin' a lot of doe
Being together it is wonderful the gun was loaded one exploded
Speaking to me with the tongue he just folded
From the Tech
a homicide
So I dipped across the
Street and started walkin
But I heard Tech N9ne playin
And her horn honkin there she was in a
Corolla with bloodshot eyes
I
2 months or so
It was the only song I’d listen to, a million times in a row
And then you introduced me to Tech N9ne and Krizz
When you collaborated
the opposite, and I've got a clear
So many more Os, fake family, fake friends, and foes (crawling now)
But Tech N9na's outta here
You build me up, you build me
these here beats
[Consequence]
And if you talk about him, aiiyo I take you out
Either with the nine or the tech's in his mouth
And let that dime gettin
is done away... DARKNESS
Watch me paint a pic that'll make you run away... DARKNESS
[Tech N9ne]
I don't really give of fuck what you think of me I had
Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia
Tidewater four ten O nine
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin'
And the poor boy's on the line
ain't slip-n-slide (don't be fucking with me)
Verse 2: (Trick Daddy)
I went ahead and bought that Benzo boy
That bitch with 20-inch Lorenzo's boy
I'm cursed
About to load the N9na
Tech cause in a sec
I'm finna be busting like
Boom boom
(2nd Verse)
Ninety-three
She invited me
To a party
wit' some killas
Slang crack to some dope fiends, ride wit' some drug dealers
Find me in 3rd ward pullin' all nightas
Keep a tech 9 cocked for any
that inspired my game
Hopsin and Eminem, Tech N9ne the great
Logic and Royce, I'm honestly poised
I'm tryna meet all the greats from Detroit
By all
music, I look at Doc
It’s like, Eminem’s my older brother I never got
It’s like Tech N9ne is the only friend that I never had
Cuz I’ma king, I’ma
too much, wet 'em like a dove
But in the slang, in the speech, in the style
Connect, can never be ripped by a suburban child
Gun smoke, bonanza
This them golf boys, like them hot boys
For the nine, 9 and 2,000, but its the 2,000
When the one four and the one five, yo what up Wayne
(What up
tech nine that's off in the trunk
I told that motherfucker
I ain't never scared (east side)
I ain't never scared (west side)
I ain't never scared
tight
Just got off the nine to five
That's just how a country boy do
All week, I be rakin'
Long weekend, I be lakin'
We wrap the truck, no paintin'
he sell techs, and he sell D"
The balla by the bar saying
"Everybody drink, the best champagne
It's all on me"
Snitch in the back of the police car
the hounds in
I said wait
'Cause here I come
Here I come
Here I come
You boys get ready
'Cause here I come
Here I come
Here I come
He said yeah
You
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