Don’t give them what they think they want just give them what they need
I don’t wanna want what I want but I know that your heart bleeds

It’s time to go low, It’s time to go low
Is this space where my heart has been?

From my heart that is defective passed my bark that says I’m weak
I never parked on art for sex, I parked with what’s effected
part of that is what is gone before, shards of my own law
shattered so they can’t say I ever parked up for the score
I make music that’s what I’ll do with it, we’ll hang together ruefully
but to a ruthless melody I’ll hang these boots on me
I ran with the best but panned on the test that is for yes
And when the lights go out we run the plight that we’re about
Don’t give them what they think they want just give them what they need
I don’t wanna want what I want but I know that your heart bleeds
We all happen to hang our heads here, I lost sight of that fact in fear

Is this space where my heart has been?

Don’t underestimate me friends, we don’t know who’s ahead til the end
I might spend all day with it and then pan the night away and make
nil and none and nan, so Jill and John and Jen can kill and con with Ken
for their fill and fun with friends
For all your pills and pons and penny I’m still stunned but sunny
over the hill – honey, anyway you’ve willed it one but when will it spill what we spon and span
I have skill with skunk and skanks
We still not act ABEND – don’t underestimate me friend
Didn’t I make it easy, didn’t I make it free
loyality is free when all the people see the dream
I’ve started so I finished even if the start is the beginning,
they aren’t in this, they partied willing

It’s time to go low, It’s time to go low
Is this space where my heart has been?
It’s time to go low, It’s time to go low
Is this space where my heart has been?

Don’t give them what they think they want just give them what they need
I don’t wanna want what I want but I know that your heart bleeds
Take your flunky and dangle, fake your funk and handle it
I make funk on any angle, and get some kind of age old fangul
time put down can be irrelevant of gain
that’s the element of pain – for the blessing of the game
I might spend all day praying – pannying every kind of way
tapping the pencil henceforth – forever in a day
and suffer for nothing – that’s the glough – I fucking love it bruv
what goes in don’t come out, joke jump in a shout

It’s time to go low, It’s time to go low
Is this space where my heart has been?
It’s time to go low, It’s time to go low
Is this space where my heart has been?

You and me forever walking

It’s time to go low, It’s time to go low
Is this space where my heart has been?
It’s time to go low, It’s time to go low
Is this space where my heart has been?

[Chorus x2: Tech N9ne]
Take it off
Here’s my shirt baby
Let me take it off ya (Get if off)
Here’s my skirt baby
Let me take it off ya (Take if off)
Put in work baby
I’m about ta off ya (Get if off)
Do me, do me
Give it to me and I got cha (Take if off)

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
You lookin’ like you really need somebody to come please ya buddy
Then come ?plead ya naughty?
Hey!
I’m tellin’ you you need to seize my Johnny
It won’t tease ya nanny
Escuse me so irisy
I’m diggin’ ya yes I wanna get in ya dress
The N9ne lickin’ ya breast then I’m fixin’ ta
Hit it to the people that thinkin’ I had a cook out
If you got a pretty punani its gettin took out
Take it to the crib then I rip ya off
A good guy with the jugular so baby look out
OH
I’m lookin for a ho e-o-e-o
If she wanna know me low she go
Baby gotta blow me slowly though
Hit it real slow for a minute then stepped up the pump
Hit it from the back and I pepped up the rump
But I beat it of a nigga that messed up the cunt
So I ain’t gonna smell it if that’s what you want
How many really wanna know about Tech
Gotta give a women that psycho sex
If she got a best friend we all are sexin’ if she first then I go next
Here I come baby to break it off
When I’m done they gotta tape it off
Never defeated the better lover the heated
If Imma give her the business then Imma tell the baby

[Chorus x2: Tech N9ne]
Take it off
Here’s my shirt baby
Let me take it off ya (Get if off)
Here’s my skirt baby
Let me take it off ya (Take if off)
Put in work baby
I’m about ta off ya (Get if off)
Do me, do me
Give it to me and I got cha (Take if off)

[Chorus]
Oooh (Areola!), Oooh (Areola!), Oooh (Areola!)
That shirt came off and showed a…
Oooh (Areola!), Oooh (Areola!), Oooh (Areola!)
That shirt came off, That bra came off that… Oooh

[Kutt Calhoun]
Seen her lookin prettier than Vogue
Tooken over by an unadulterated player
Way to get up in the middle
Till I pan up at them jugs
Now I’m thinkin about the little bitty circles
Decorated all around the nipple
With that badonk, It come with those tig ol’ big o’s
You see your firm breasticles
I got a big ol’ buddy inside of my skimmies, You need
Just thought that I would let you know

So if you want to
I can give you what you need
Just as long as you let me
Suck and touch on those titties, baby

I think that I am in love
With what’s with on these features
816, M-I-D-Dub
F-Y-I in the future

[Chorus]
Oooh (Areola!), Oooh (Areola!), Oooh (Areola!)
That shirt came off and showed a…
Oooh (Areola!), Oooh (Areola!), Oooh (Areola!)
That shirt came off, That bra came off that… Oooh

[Tech N9ne]
Baby girl, I wanna see with the top off
Take the Vickie shit off
You know it popped off her
Now I know she ready to get it knocked off
Kissed the areola and she said that It’s gon’ cost ya
I aint givin up the money, You know it
I’m a certified playa and I’m sumthin like a pimp
Ask ya mama,
She could tell ya that Tecca N9na’s a bonafide layer
Get ya walkin with a limp
And you know it got tore owa-owa up
Tecca N9na hit and it swole owa-owa up
Never owa dove for the owa-owa butt
Owa Yo, Don’t you know I’m a owa-owa nut?
I made a song about your areola
Go on and let ya bra fall right off ya shoulders
If you aint got no titties, baby
You better hold up

(What is an areola?)

[Makzilla]
It’s the area around the nipple
Ya boy Makzilla made this official
Boy don’t trip, Don’t pull your pistol
Know what I’m sayin? Uh huh
(Huh?)

[Chorus]
Oooh (Areola!), Oooh (Areola!), Oooh (Areola!)
That shirt came off and showed a…
Oooh (Areola!), Oooh (Areola!), Oooh (Areola!)
That shirt came off, That bra came off that… Oooh

[Outro]
Yeah, 816 Boys
Grammy award winners
Come on, Come on

Go on, Pop out them areola’s [8X]

[Chorus]
Thats real people act a different way with me
I feel that nobody wanna play with me
Thats ill cuz they treat me like a stain on they clothes
The industry and my foes
They treat me like I got a Red Nose Red Nose Red Nose
They put me down and treat me like I got a Red Nose Red Nose Red Nose
Dont make me clown and have to go put on my Red Nose

[Verse 2]
They tend stray away from me because I’m different
And its been this way with me ever since I was an infant
Other kids were jealous, they say the look off in my eyes seen hellish
Never knowing later in life I would relish,
The thought of me ballin living my life and sell it
I blame it on program directors, go and request us no damn selector
But if you got a lot of dough man they bless ya, sure can depress ya
When you knowing that there aint nobody better mayne
Stuck off in the cold when the bad weather came
Now they gotta see me livin it up and cheddar gain
Coming from forever pain till it never rains
So I throw up the finger, to everybody who got a tore up demeanor
Thinkin that Tecca Nina was sho nuf a dreamer
But the flow is so heavy that it could show up Katrina
Now its time to take it, and you all must face it
Tech Nina is sacred, all you hating fagets couldnt see me with lasik
Red Nose, the leader so follow, you gotta get ready to get up and go is the motto
Made it through everything negative, bravo
The money thats coming to me feel like I won the lotto
Now I’m bout to put the slay on auto
Swoop down on the djs tell em all to quit the replays
Make em put Tecca Nina in the Sorado

[Chorus]
Thats real people act a different way with me
I feel that nobody wanna play with me
Thats ill cuz they treat me like a stain on they clothes
The industry and my foes
They treat me like I got a Red Nose Red Nose Red Nose
They put me down and and treat me like I got a Red Nose Red Nose Red Nose
Dont make me clown and have to go put on my Red Nose

[Verse 3]
I’m comin and drivin my short bus
With this nose I dont need to torch up
Bustin through like the industrys Porsche
coming after who didn’t support us
Rip down it’s bleachers I blew up cause my sound it ether
Underground up and found this creature
Not scared of a nigga with clownish features
I’m makin a name outside your mainstream
Real, it wasnt an insane dream
from the beginning I really came clean
You about to see Strange gleam, take it over in gain green
Strange Music and RBC along with Fontana we gon change things
Now its so funny cuz with money I can fly away
Or leave them haters off in the deepest darkest hide away
Why do they do me wrong? my music truly strong
Because I’m different all you cowards wanna shoo me gone
Yes this is Strange year, worldwide fames near
But the games queer, sometimes I feel like Rudolph the reindeer
And the music they said blows, is on top and the cred grows
You’re gonna have to open up the door for the bro with the Red Nose

[Chorus]
Thats real people act a different way with me
I feel that nobody wanna play with me
Thats ill cuz they treat me like a stain on they clothes
The industry and my foes
They treat me like I got a Red Nose Red Nose Red Nose
They put me down and and treat me like I got a Red Nose Red Nose Red Nose
Dont make me clown and have to go put on my Red Nose

[CHORUS]
What do you do when you’re workin, come home, and I’m creepin’ out the back door
Pants on the floor and you’re lookin’ at her sayin’ “Whatcha doin’ that for?”

[VERSE 1]
This is how it goes when you’re hard at work (hard at work)
I’m with ya lady and I’m all up in her skirt (all up in her skirt)
She chose a rapper ’cause this rapper know how to tap her
Strap her down and attack her while you sneak in, watch pornos and jerk (watch pornos and jerk)
And ya can’t be mad at me ’cause your thick bitch wanna ravage me
Got my big dick in her cavities then it’s spit spit I’m in anatomy
And ya can’t come badgin’ me ’cause she sick wanna insert half of me
Straight addicted to the master he whips the sticks up without batteries
Poetry in motion
I make her water ’cause I’m a scholar I father her twat and bother her I got her
She’ll eat anything I want her to eat, she’ll swallow anything I want her to swaller
she’ll go down & chew on my dog, doin’ anything that’ll make me holler.
And you the victim don’t even know whats ya comin’ home to, I’m bangin it out & she’s screamin like we doin kungfu.
Im feelin’ right cuz you the one she do the wrong to.
Now that you know your lady is creepin’ – whatcha goin’ do??

[CHORUS]
What do you do when you’re workin, come home, and I’m creepin’ out the back door
Pants on the floor and you’re lookin’ at her sayin’ “Whatcha doin’ that for?”

[VERSE 2]
But it aint no need though, cuz I’m a G tho.. I find em, then fuck em, feed em & I let him repo.
I understand you’re punchin that clock, but while you’re punchin man, Im punchin that twat – gonna get that overtime
BG Bullet does step over the line, gotta key to the crib, this pussy’s suppose to be da line,
this bitch too old to be lying, she done told her husband things suppose to be fine,
you da bigger man, and I’m her clover leaf now, what about the clothes that he found:
did you tell him you love him, did you tell him you wit it,
did you tell him you this love his dick every time that you get it – I don’t think so,
so Ima keep things low, keep pullin these strings close that pop that El Nino – (yes!)
Cuz Im the best at it, your lady’s sex addict – all in the spot when ur not, getting my head patted.
But Ima keep this thing respectable homie, I’m using condoms in your festival homie, no need to killa nigga!

[CHORUS]
What do you do when you’re workin, come home, and I’m creepin’ out the back door
Pants on the floor and you’re lookin’ at her sayin’ “Whatcha doin’ that for?”

[VERSE 3]
What would you do if your boo crept on you-with me, new tattoo with the letter “P” – all over her humps like the letter “B”.
Trip if you want to, scared nigger – never me: your girl has been land-marked,
that means that I marked her – that means that I skidded sperm all over her twat fur:
that means that I got her, where you never had her- sex game critical, now she is a master.
You never got ur dick licked, mine is getting tongue-kissed, she could suck a orange thru a straw – call her Sunkist:
Man, she a cold chick, yeah I know you miss that: bank account access- ya- you know I did that.
Put it where her ribs at, then I let her slip on it -if ya like it then ya shoulda put a ring on it.
Cuz Paul Mussan had that pussy with a sling on it. And I aint even poppin’ E homie, but the question is:

[CHORUS]
What do you do when you’re workin, come home, and I’m creepin’ out the back door
Pants on the floor and you’re lookin’ at her sayin’ “Whatcha doin’ that for?”

[Verse 1 - Tech N9ne]
I love too much
I love too many to count em
So extras and pets its easy for me to go on without em
Cause everything goes away
Love it eventually gets stowed away
Why does it have to be when you’re breathin when even
And then you’re heated wonderin why is it cold today
Immortal its fake and impossible
But everytime I look up I’m shakin an obstacle
Whats gonna happen when time is up and I gotsta go
Beautiful lands are took away from my opticle
Its not that I’m afraid of death
But afraid of the thought of my people laid to rest
They’re sayin theres six million ways of death
But not even money way could fade the stress
Its certain…
That a person…
Got somebody lookin workin to close the curtain
Or maybe something…
Outta some dream…
With a devilish soul for hurtin
Sometime I be wishing I didn’t love…
Cause when its away I be missin love…
Your mother your father your children are livin to die from the crib then a ditch is dug
From the process…
I get naucious…
Cause I cant see my death and its causes
Pac he saw it around the corner
But me not breathin is a pound of balogna
I keep fightin and I’m tryin…
To get right in my mind bryan…
Cause one day I’m gonna see you even though I cant picture the 9 dyin
I’m flyin….

[Chorus]
Far far away from here (n nothin I can do about it)
Everything I love go away from here (I’m wishin I could do without it)
(I think you’re gonna go)
Far far away from here (n nothin I can do about it)
Everything I love go away from here (I’m wishin I could do without it)

[Verse 2 - Krizz Kaliko]
See I tried to call for you father
But nobody answered
And I tried to scream out loud
But nobody pampered
But your leadin tomorrow
And I’m just a youngster
I’m deep in the sorrow
But nobody wants to(die)
Now I gotta try to get from pain I’m never escapin ya
Maybe I did to much to you you you by forsakin ya
And now I see a reflection of you off in my son
Cause hes the same complexion of you color of the sun
And now I’m done baby makin hatin it to even see my baby sleep
Cause he gotta die one day or barely deadly deep
And I’m stayin too far away from him
Spend too many days from him
Tears steadily fallin I’m creatin em
And its getting colder you getting older year by year
Never know when you gotta go far away from here
Listen here…

[Chorus]

[guitar solo - 4 BARS]

[Outro - Tech N9ne]
Far far away from here
Everything I love go away from here

[Tech N9ne]
Yeah
Don’t you bring me nothing stupid
If you don’t want me to lose it
Step back if you don’t want me to attack
I’m a beast, Better give me the deuces

I have no tolerance for nonsense
Get away from me
Me don’t wanna get dollars
Don’t wanna holler but you makin me
I’m a little dysfunctional
You’re the problem, Please don’t awakin me
And I’m that way cause back in the day
Most have forsaken me

Lodi dodi, I’m at the party
On a drunk night with a punk
Might dude wanna pick a fight because he’s sorry…
That he aint Gotti, Like I be
Cause he sloppy, Not me
Costly rocks be spot free

But he don’t know I’m roguish
Surrounded by my soldiers
And they be locked and loaded
Will explode if you can’t hold us
And we don’t got no scruples
We didn’t come to fight and shoot you
But you busters better be mutual
Don’t get loose because we cuckoo

Listen, They call me genius, I run the show
Woman be on my penis, It’s wonderful
Demons think they the meanest
But I brung the foe on the flow
Little bit sick, Don’t you know?

[Hook: Big Krizz Kaliko]
I’m a little dysfunctional, Don’t you know?
If you push me, It might be bad
Get a little emotional, Don’t you know?
You could fool around and make me mad
I’m a little dysfunctional, Don’t you know?
If you push me, It might be bad
Get a little emotional, Don’t you know?
Might fool around and make me mad
Don’t make me mad

[Big Scoob]
Born to hustle
I’m a product of environment
The game done changed
So I’ve been forced into retirement
But I make moves and I paid dues
And I got common sense
Since I can’t lose and I can’t choose
Then I’ll come back to spit
I got hit songs but I’ve been gone so long that I don’t fit
Near death, Dethrone but can’t get on
So I need me a lick
I write these songs but don’t belong
I’m on some other shit
I’m huntin leads in desperate need
I hope it’s comin quick
I’d wrap my brain to find a lane
That’s gon’ bring me some change
But it’s so strange, My life has changed
And I am not the same
I come around but since I’m down
It feels uncomfortable
I try to hide it deep inside but I’m dysfunctional
I never learned to hold it in
I gets emotional
First, Implode and then explode
I am combustible
So please don’t push to play me, pussy
On some real shit, Won’t be defeated
If I’m heated, nigga
Oh shit!

[Hook: Big Krizz Kaliko]
I’m a little dysfunctional, Don’t you know?
If you push me, It might be bad
Get a little emotional, Don’t you know?
You could fool around and make me mad
I’m a little dysfunctional, Don’t you know?
If you push me, It might be bad
Get a little emotional, Don’t you know?
Might fool around and make me mad
Don’t make me mad

[Big Krizz Kaliko]
I aint no killer but don’t push me
Qu-Qu-Qu-Quiet boy never been no pussy
Could be carrying something up under my hoody
Course me never snap and kill a baller, y’all
Or would he?

Now I wanna be peaceful
But I carry Desert Eagles where ever black people are
You know how black people are
I peep ‘em out, Try to stay evened out
Wanna preach to ‘em but their evil keep on seepin out
Emotions get the best of me
Messed up and then y’all get the rest of me
Depressed and stressed, Feel like my destiny
I know y’all think less of me
Cause I’m always sick and I can’t let it be
Pharmaceutical soup be the best recipe
It’s gon’ be the death of me

I need different cultures to coast
While I keep throwin them pills down my throat

Dysfunctional blunts will do
Smokin Bombay can give me Fung Shui
But I wish that it all would go away
Or maybe I should pray for Jesus Christ
To just un-pretzel me
Tryin to pray for change
But sometimes it feel like he lets it be
So I just take another couple doses
Probably be fine but if you get too close
You’ll find out that I…

[Hook: Big Krizz Kaliko]
I’m a little dysfunctional, Don’t you know?
If you push me, It might be bad
Get a little emotional, Don’t you know?
You could fool around and make me mad
I’m a little dysfunctional, Don’t you know?
If you push me, It might be bad
Get a little emotional, Don’t you know?
Might fool around and make me mad
Don’t make me mad

[Chorus]
You hate my everything
Sorry N’ Shit La La la
You see my better game
Sorry N’ Shit Na Na NA
I’m Like whatever man
Sorry N’ Shit
I say Sorry N Shit,
We say sorry n’ shit
Na Na NA
[repeat x2]

[Verse 1]
I’m with my goon squad
We moving light em’ all
We hits the club and does our thing
My goonies by the bar
We ghetto superstars
They know just who we are
We pistol poppers chopper choppers
Blame it on the bar
Yeah Im dis-respecting neglecting
When I be on that booze
I hope you listening im twisted
And dont make sudden moves
I came to party chase pussy
But i’m still with the goons
If I get heated say fuck it
Then they gonna clear the room
No need to wonder my thunders
They out there by the whips
They keep the heaters near meters
In case you pussies trip
See I’m so gutter and gullie
And I can make it ugly
I know these pussies be hating
But will they bitches love me
But fuck some trouble lets huddle
I’m fisting for the day
And I’m beligerent ignorant
But I’m still on my game
She say im so disrespectful
And I keep calling her bitch
I told her suck on these webbels
Then I said Sorry N’ SHit

[Chorus]
You hate my everything
Sorry N’ Shit La La la
You see my better game
Sorry N’ Shit Na Na NA
I’m Like whatever man
Sorry N’ Shit
I say Sorry N Shit,
We say sorry n’ shit
Na Na NA
[repeat x2]

[Verse 2]
They call me beast man
Streets sweep your release than
Keep heat in my seat for the beef fan
I keep it pimpin keep my mug on monster
If they get to tripping Ima plug they roster
Ima minus niggers out upper cut and knock ya
Give a three piece to this thug imposter
I just wanna kick it take a blunt to the head but they hatin
The bitches love me want to jump on my bed
I take em’ to the crilla they just jump out they jeans
With petrone and amorilla it aint hard as it seems
My theme music pumping baby arching her back
With ease im in her belly first night like a mack
Best believe when we leave no strings attached
And she rings i chasing paper aint no callin her back
I proceed to pick her up but she was soon to forget
I hit and told her gobble my rebels
Then I said Sorry N’ Shit

[Chorus]
You hate my everything
Sorry N’ Shit La La la
You see my better game
Sorry N’ Shit Na Na NA
I’m Like whatever man
Sorry N’ Shit
I say Sorry N Shit,
We say sorry n’ shit
Na Na NA
[repeat x2]

[Verse 3]
You got d-will in the buildin
I’m pouring Liquor and chillin
Rolling Swishers to the ceiling
Plus I Roll with my villains n shit
And we just trying to kick It man
Then a lot of bitches Came
She cousins with such And such
And she fucking With what’s her name
I’m Like whatever man
And Something hella better came
Hit me off with everything
Plus Her name and her game
We headed back to the Bar
And the liquor started To pour
She drank about (1,2,3,4)
Yeah Now shes hella Juiced up
Baby start to Loosen up
She wanna take Me to the car and start to Do stuff
Baby was a true slut And after two nuts
She said If I wanted I could put it in her Ooh what
She had my dick like as hard As a brick
After I hit I went back inTo the party and shit
Two weeks later When I was out
She came up and said What goes on
But I didn’t recognize That hoe with her clothes on

[Chorus]
You hate my everything
Sorry N’ Shit La La la
You see my better game
Sorry N’ Shit Na Na NA
I’m Like whatever man
Sorry N’ Shit
I say Sorry N Shit,
We say sorry n’ shit
Na Na NA
[repeat x2]

[Verse 4]
The Rogue dog villains say Sorry N’ Shit
UHHHH
Fuck up they party and shit
UHHHH
There about to go caugt me in this
Uhuhh BITCH Uhuhh Nigga
We bangin aint no stopping this
Man we on top of shit
Aim for my block and get
Pain from Your poppa bitch
You need cuchi Therapy from Techa Nina yrr Doctor trick
I can make You wetter but you better know How to rock a diiiick
Better take a little jaw shackle
Nah tackle get up on a nigger Put it up
And there better never Be no obstacles
Tripping on my Dick I’ll cackle
Rubbing it like Shes in a rod raffle
I’m a nice Guy but it’s like I might fly
Down To the first and get the broad Snapple
Take it and miss got a Lot of it
Say that she’s the type To swallows it
I holler quit
Cause she got to squeezing On my balls a bit
I’ll admit It was good at the beginning
But you got to pardon me miss
I said you hurting my webbels
And she said Sorry N’ Shit

[Chorus]
You hate my everything
Sorry N’ Shit La La la
You see my better game
Sorry N’ Shit Na Na NA
I’m Like whatever man
Sorry N’ Shit
I say Sorry N Shit,
We say sorry n’ shit
Na Na NA
[repeat x2]

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Every night, it seem like we celebrating birthdays (hoooooo!)
Cause rappin on planet Earth pays
Smelling like versa (chaa) or is it Versace?
You got me sloppy from popping this oxys and shots of saki, copy (chaa)
All you ladies in here, I am sharing wood (chaa)
I just, wanna lay between ya and ram square into it (chaa)
Cause, when it come to women, ya man Aarons good
I done been inside-a more woman than planned parent hood (chaa)
I got more bottles, than new born babys, for youporn ladies
I want you drink up till you horn crazy and rape me (chaa)
Till im lazy and achey (chaa), wanna get shady and tape me? (chaa)
Okay baby lets say we tape me inflating your trakey (chaa)
Im just partying I ain’t letting the tool spit (chaa)
I ain’t tryan have you haters layin below the pool pit (chaa)
40 acres and mule sit, in my garage with a cool kit (chaa)
eat, drink and be merry mang and miss me with all that bullshit(?)
Aint not telling how drunk and how you’ll get

[Chorus 2x]
(Hey hey)
We party and bullshit
Booze it with floosies (hey hey)
And that’s how we do’s it
Not the Biancas we choosing
Everybody lose it, listenin to our music

[Verse 2: Big Ben]
And they like, and they like, yup do that thing you do (I am)
What you mean? baby gurl I need some liquor too
Aye, she need a picture too, Big Ben she want a picture too
Im F-L-Y, so why not? We can flick a few (fuck yea)
Knock the lenses out my frames and start the ruckus (yes)
So when I scream through the scene you kno you niggas finna crush it
Max out on swagga, not your ordinary rapper
But I do my thing extra, like no ordinary madness (Gotya)
Keep that smooth movement so proper
They keep choosin on ya dude cuz I be’s all about my dollas
On the baddest bitch swaggin through, its not a big deal
Shit I receive more tongue then a double stacked thizz pill
Its real, what you say you lose the crew and (e)scape with me
No need to slow it down you let them other suckas pace the speed, dig it? (yep)
Fuck it, imma party like a trap star
and probably get my ass thrown out for going that hard
Aye, Aye

[Chorus 2x]
(Hey hey)
We party and bullshit
Booze it with floosies (hey hey)
And that’s how we do’s it
Not the Biancas we choosing
Everybody lose it, listenin to our music

[Verse 3: Shadow]
Okay… you said 24 right?
Imma tell you keep it here
I go by the name of Shadow

Yo, yo flow miss me, buy vodka, get pissy
Roll with tech n9ne, bear arms and get grizzly (prrrrraaa)
Ever ready, a killer that flows angelic
Story telling and battle rapping who can’t sell it?
Should I speed it up? Nah imma keep it strange
My inner voices told my outer voice to be deranged
The devil on my shoulder got a devil on his back
Who told em everytime I see Biancas give her ass a smack
I need a bumps rock, fresh pair of sucka duckaz
Its a party, im bullshittin with moafuckas
Shadow fly, look at bitches with a crooked eye
Battle me? I think your favorite rapper rather die
Who you know could spit a flow this clean?
My notesbooks to 10th grade, I got so many 16’s
Please, I got a lot of hard tones, that’ll fuck up your view with a view
like Star Jones
Yall clones, my style is the original
Half you wack rappers just opitimize pitiful
But me? Spittin classic is a ritual
I stopped liking rap when the lion got habitual
Im sick of you, the streets turned me to a cetinel
Im so not Common, but I still see the bitch in you
Shit, can’t nobody out-rhyme me
So Tech, call Trav right now and tell him sign me

[Chorus 2x]
(Hey hey)
We party and bullshit
Booze it with floosies (hey hey)
And that’s how we do’s it
Not the Biancas we choosing
Everybody lose it, listenin to our music

Yea… throw ya cups in the air if ya drunk like me, yea
Tech N9ne, Big Ben, Shadow, X-rated vodka and sprite boy

[Hook]
I hit the stage
Grab the mic and blow ‘em all away (I blow ‘em all away)
(Superstars), But they know I blow ‘em all away, Hey

[Verse 1]
The gig is over, The gig is over (Bitty bye-bye)
The gig is over, The gig is over (When A play)
The kid is older and gettin colder (Many fly by)
But his will hold ya, So listen closer to (A-A)-R-O-N
They dissin and twistin my name
Because Aaron is scarin these glitz spittin pricks in the game
Hit with this gift, Everybody get a whiff of this script and it’s pain
Gotta talk about the people with a attitude
Hiss me and slipped in my lane
I’ve been wreckin crowds for a long second now
Got ‘em guessin how Tech is blessed
And yes, The best in-town rep
On the real, I keep it trill
And when I spit, I aint spillin about my million
It’s the feelin that you get with this underground headliner
Mainstream ignored a bro
And they be petty, So jealousy is sure to show
But they rich and got more to blow
And everything’s affordable
But they gotta go before me
Because their stage show is horrible

[Hook]
I hit the stage
Grab the mic and blow ‘em all away (I blow ‘em all away)
(Superstars), But they know I blow ‘em all away, Hey
They may be platinum
But they know I blow ‘em all away (I blow ‘em all away)
(Superstars), But they know I blow ‘em all away, Hey

Why you do me like that girl?
You know I love your mama

[Verse 2]
I just wanted to have a bite with her… or somethin
Didn’t go get up on that show to fight with her… or nothin
It was Keyshia Cole, Eric Benet, Gorilla Zoe, Tech Nina and T.I.
But Keyshia was actin Bia-Bia
Why she actin like a (what?), like a (what?)
She aint know I grab the mic and light it (up), light it (up)
She say, “She don’t know me”
But I’m the number one Independent in the country
Man, She the only one actin funky
And the people at the Summer Jam, They want me
She say, “She aint goin on before somebody that’s local”
And she went postal and loco
Sayin, “Her not closin, Is a no-go”
Down talked me real low though
About how she got more doe and just did a TV promo
No show better than the Mo. bro with the S & M logo
Damn baby, Much success is sittin in your favor
Slam the Nina Tech before considerin the data
Fans waited, So we went, So she’d get it for later
But Frankie said, “Excuse my daughter, She’s a bit of a hater”
Dwamn!

[Hook]
I hit the stage
Grab the mic and blow ‘em all away (I blow ‘em all away)
(Superstars), But they know I blow ‘em all away, Hey
They may be platinum
But they know I blow ‘em all away (I blow ‘em all away)
(Superstars), But they know I blow ‘em all away, Hey

[Verse 3]
Aye, Aye, Check it
I understand seniority
But in this case, On this show, I’m a top priority
In Lawrence, Your minority and I’m the majoriry
Check it, I was young and broke
But I’d fetch it, If it was freshest
Shovel snow for the Eric B. and Rakim record
Promoters called us and said,
“We got this show and want you to close us”
Ghostface and Brother Ali, Rakim with a band, It’s so tough
We couldn’t wait to see Rakim rock
But he never ever showed up
He swole up cause he didn’t wanna go up before us
Man, What’s wrong with these people?
Think the world gotta kiss their asses
500 capacity but you wanna get 200 passes
Thought it was about gouda
40 Water told me,
“Nina, Get ya cabbage, Stay savage and ravage the average”
Y’all better hope radio and video
Keep me from slithering… into they circle
I’ll change it, That’s why they shivering
Rakim the God? He just miss the king’s delivering
Cause they know they’ll fall
And I’ll blow them all to smithereens

[Hook]
I hit the stage
Grab the mic and blow ‘em all away (I blow ‘em all away)
(Superstars), But they know I blow ‘em all away, Hey
They may be platinum
But they know I blow ‘em all away (I blow ‘em all away)
(Superstars), But they know I blow ‘em all away, Hey

[Outro]
Real, Real spill, Yeah
Baby girl,
I know I aint the only one that know you could be bitchy
You know what I’m sizzlin?
Ol’ boy,
I know I aint the only one that know you could be bitchy
Do your research before you down somebody else

Get off your high horse
Keyshia Cole, Get off your high horse
Rakim, Get off your high horse
Industry, Get off your high horse
Yeah