Intro - Tech]

Ha ha ha ha, we bout to do this

Tech Niner, Sole'

Bout to make that ass hot baby

Like this, yo



[Female singing]

I heard the party didn't stop

'Til Tech Niner got ill one man crew, runnin' through you

Niggas let their cash drop, ladies made that ass hot

Make 'em say "ooh", that's what we do



[Tech]

This one's for the niggas' in the club

Fucked up, full of liquor

Fittin' to let the Tech N9ne feelin' hit ya

Everybody respect mine when I step up

INSANE (ish)

Killa, killa, doin' damage to a nigga BRAIN (ish)

Haters can't maintain



[Sole']

Killin' everybody with the murderous flow

I'mma let a nigga know 'bout fly Sole'

Bad to the bone with the fucked up jump

So we all get drunk and crunk all day

We hard, let's keep all this marvelous shit

We killin' everything

And Tricky started all of this shit



[Tech]

Ay yo, get paid, never get sprayed

Takin Sole', be the brainiacs



[Sole' and Tech]

Warner Brothers and DreamWorks

So I guess we're Animaniacs

All the niggas in the back get with the ladies in the front

From side to side, we gon' survive and get what the fuck we want

That's right



1 - [Sole' and Tech]

Ain't nobody fuckin' wit it, y'all niggas forget it

Ain't nobody fuckin' wit it, cuz we kill 'em

And these hoes and niggas know we keep it rough

And make it rougher

Cuz all we wanna see is you dancin' in the mothafucka



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[Tech]

I'm dancin' with this bitch with an ass so fat

Had to dash to the back, hit that ass from the back

With that ass in my rap, put that ass on the map

I come from 6-6, triple 8, 46, 99, 3's

All of my killas can't see, fill the niggas on the drive-by ki's

Ask me to bomb and I will

Ask me to be calm and I kill

I got that bomb style and your shit ain't real

Your shit is simply - unrealistic

Your bitch seek this, gets dismissed with a quickness

This lip sick, get the lipstick, kiss this dick

In a minute, I'mma bust this flow

I'mma let these suckas know

Nine millimeter is about to blow

And I'm out to get your ho

Puncuate the first to shake that ass and get that cash stack

All the playa haters better stand back when I flashback

Ish hot, knowin' ??? in your club and I'm kinda scold dragon

Yo, I thought you heard Tech Niner got that ground control

All up in your bitch's roll with that ass exposed, yo



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[Sole']

Na na na na na

You can not fuck with Tech N9ne and Sole'

Comin' with the rough shit

Off in the club, me and my girls lookin' lovely

Lots of killa thugs be wishin' they could fuck me

If you's a hustle man, throw your hands up

Throw my hands up, I did it cuz this ho just ran up

The way you bustas try to step to me, it's killin' me

Stank breath, mackin' law thrown out, 3 mil be drillin' me, no

Yellin' about ki's and dope, broke

I hope you take notes and shove this cake, about 20 down your throat

Scope, wash your mouth out with soap

Ladies dressed with power, awfully remote

Time, nigga it's wine, throwin' rhymes, killa be mine

Blowin' nine, and I'mma shine, growin'

Hella ass I'm showin'

I see you in the back freakin'

Everybody in the front tweekin'

While me and Tech be peakin'

Off in the club scene every weekend, we the shit

Throwin' rough ride full of grit, ass that you wanna get

Twit, beware my bite it truly venomous when I spit

Beauty and the beast, you hear in the club or the street

On the back seat of your Jeep, over peak rollin' deep cuz...



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[Outro - Tech]

Ya know what I'm sayin'?

This nigga Tricky got me drunk

Off this mothafuckin' Hennessy and Alize' baby

We off in ATL kickin' it for Sole' baby, you know what I'm sayin'?

Too much ass in one room baby

Shake what your mothafuckin' mama gave ya

Tech Niner in this bitch

For the year 2-thou baby

It's all delicious, Tech N9ne

Bitch



"Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce