Lyrics:
motherfuckin nigga in yo secta sick 'cause we
got 'em under pressure (pressure)
[Young Droop]
I gotta let it be known
I'm in the zone, gone, blown
Tryin'
Am I trippin'? Is the highest when I fight my foes?
Bip, I'ma hit 'em with this, you 'bouta get yo' ass kicked
My technique is so sick, I'm 'bout
a brand new message
Gave me a brand new song
So now I can't be threatened
By the drama and the tricks you bring
For I will not be defeated
For there is
to cut the grass
So if I hurt your self-esteem
And you get dissed too bad (Yo why you diss me?)
You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad
to cut the grass
So if I hurt your self-esteem
And you get dissed too bad (Yo why you diss me?)
You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad
grind
Just copped a maroon 5, no Adam Levine
Came a man by myself, only father was time
I know that she relate baby daddy ain't shit
So she raised that
fans follow Snake and the Batman
(Snake and the Batman)
(Snake and the Batman)
Tech N9ne is a man
That's held high by the fans
So everybody please
this
Take that dead shit on
And if you're bitch in the club with ass on me
I'm gonna take that home.
By the sinister TECH N9NE
By the sinister, by
hace tiempo (uh)
Yo solo la miré, me gustó
Me pegué, la invité y bailemos, ¿eh?
So now we dancing un reggaetón lento
Just get a little closer, baby,
Dark
And when it kicks in you can hardly talk
And by the sixth gin you're gon' probably crawl
And you'll be sick then and you'll probably barf
And my
Dark
And when it kicks in you can hardly talk
And by the sixth gin you're gon' probably crawl
And you'll be sick then and you'll probably barf
And my
So you know you got to go when tech n9ne give you this track
So I call on krizz, rittz and prozak, let's go!
(here we go again! haha! hey tech,
straight out the oyster (yeah yeah) (uh huh)
Voice yo' opinion, Queen B made a million (uh) (that's right)
Got mirrors on my ceiling, so I can see it (uh)
Poke out my eyes, man...I can't watch this
Yo, gimme that remote control...I can't watch this
Talkin' bout sick shows
There's America's Funniest
brought up?
I remember I couldn't afford a Ford Escort
Or even a four-track recorder
So it's only right that I let the top drop on a drop-top Porsche
crunk but I ain't 'bout to chicken out
I'm sick and tired of bein' nice and lettin' shit go by
She said fuck that Tech N9ne bullshit so I
[Chorus:
Woke up this mornin', (yeah)
You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got yo'self a gun
Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines so
lines
So...
[Chorus]
I got mine, I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
You from the hood I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
You want beef? I hope ya (got
(Stephen) V1
She caught my eyes, from across the room
So tantalized by the way that she moves
Yo mister DJ give her a chance
Don't stop
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh shit
Scarface is on the mix
So yo suck a nigga dick
Or make a nigga rich or somethin' bitch
See I come from the place known
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh shit
Scarface is on the mix
So yo suck a nigga dick
Or make a nigga rich or somethin' bitch
See I come from the place known
you
Got me turned off completely by that sheisty shit that you do
Knew from jump yo' aim, straight through them spandex, don't front
Just name, spots
the club
Got my mind on danger, never been a stranger to homicide
My city's full of gang bangers and drive-bys
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so
the biggest part of your ass
into the narrow side, I'm that case you place, nigga
Tie yo' bitch, to the shitter nigga, throw yo' stinkin ass
by the liver nigga,
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