[Intro - Tech]
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Ha ha ha ha, we bout to do this
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Tech Niner, Sole'
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Bout to make that ass hot baby
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Like this, yo
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[Female singing]
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I heard the party didn't stop
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'Til Tech Niner got ill one man crew, runnin' through you
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Niggas let their cash drop, ladies made that ass hot
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Make 'em say "ooh", that's what we do
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[Tech]
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This one's for the niggas' in the club
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Fucked up, full of liquor
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Fittin' to let the Tech N9ne feelin' hit ya
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Everybody respect mine when I step up
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INSANE (ish)
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Killa, killa, doin' damage to a nigga BRAIN (ish)
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Haters can't maintain
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[Sole']
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Killin' everybody with the murderous flow
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I'mma let a nigga know 'bout fly Sole'
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Bad to the bone with the fucked up jump
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So we all get drunk and crunk all day
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We hard, let's keep all this marvelous shit
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We killin' everything
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And Tricky started all of this shit
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[Tech]
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Ay yo, get paid, never get sprayed
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Takin Sole', be the brainiacs
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[Sole' and Tech]
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Warner Brothers and DreamWorks
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So I guess we're Animaniacs
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All the niggas in the back get with the ladies in the front
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>From side to side, we gon' survive and get what the fuck we want
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That's right
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1 - [Sole' and Tech]
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Ain't nobody fuckin' wit it, y'all niggas forget it
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Ain't nobody fuckin' wit it, cuz we kill 'em
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And these hoes and niggas know we keep it rough
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And make it rougher
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Cuz all we wanna see is you dancin' in the mothafucka
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Repeat 1
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[Tech]
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I'm dancin' with this bitch with an ass so fat
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Had to dash to the back, hit that ass from the back
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With that ass in my rap, put that ass on the map
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I come from 6-6, triple 8, 46, 99, 3's
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All of my killas can't see, fill the niggas on the drive-by ki's
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Ask me to bomb and I will
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Ask me to be calm and I kill
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I got that bomb style and your shit ain't real
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Your shit is simply - unrealistic
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Your bitch seek this, gets dismissed with a quickness
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This lip sick, get the lipstick, kiss this dick
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In a minute, I'mma bust this flow
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I'mma let these suckas know
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Nine millimeter is about to blow
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And I'm out to get your ho
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Puncuate the first to shake that ass and get that cash stack
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All the playa haters better stand back when I flashback
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Ish hot, knowin' ??? in your club and I'm kinda scold dragon
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Yo, I thought you heard Tech Niner got that ground control
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All up in your bitch's roll with that ass exposed, yo
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[Sole']
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Na na na na na
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You can not fuck with Tech N9ne and Sole'
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Comin' with the rough shit
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Off in the club, me and my girls lookin' lovely
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Lots of killa thugs be wishin' they could fuck me
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If you's a hustle man, throw your hands up
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Throw my hands up, I did it cuz this ho just ran up
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The way you bustas try to step to me, it's killin' me
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Stank breath, mackin' law thrown out, 3 mil be drillin' me, no
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Yellin' about ki's and dope, broke
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I hope you take notes and shove this cake, about 20 down your throat
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Scope, wash your mouth out with soap
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Ladies dressed with power, awfully remote
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Time, nigga it's wine, throwin' rhymes, killa be mine
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Blowin' nine, and I'mma shine, growin'
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Hella ass I'm showin'
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I see you in the back freakin'
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Everybody in the front tweekin'
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While me and Tech be peakin'
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Off in the club scene every weekend, we the shit
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Throwin' rough ride full of grit, ass that you wanna get
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Twit, beware my bite it truly venomous when I spit
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Beauty and the beast, you hear in the club or the street
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On the back seat of your Jeep, over peak rollin' deep cuz...
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[Outro - Tech]
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Ya know what I'm sayin'?
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This nigga Tricky got me drunk
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Off this mothafuckin' Hennessy and Alize' baby
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We off in ATL kickin' it for Sole' baby, you know what I'm sayin'?
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Too much ass in one room baby
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Shake what your mothafuckin' mama gave ya
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Tech Niner in this bitch
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For the year 2-thou baby
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It's all delicious, Tech N9ne
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Bitch
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"Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce..."
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Ain't Nobody Fuckin' Wit It
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| Sole |
