Lyrics:
Sometimes it's like hell on earth
When everybody tryin to get your ass for all your worth
It's the curse
(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby
(The
can
He got a shopping cart full of mad cans
He said he on his way to go cash in
In a good mood, I gave his ass a fifty
Not money, bitch, I gave him a 50
That's why I'm jukin', that candy cream with that puddin'
Is baby bash all about that cash an' that Mary Jane
You know tha game, I gots to gets tha money
[Intro: Aisha Alora]
Welcome to Rama Kazi's Hot Chicken Spot
Can I take your order?
[Chorus: Curt Summers]
Uh, make it hot
Order up the rice
on 'em
Michigan plates and my name's on 'em
Baby, Shady's here, come and get him if you dames want him
But he ain't stupid so quit tryin' to run them
[intro:]
You know what I'm sizzlin
It's time to get this party started right baby
Aw....my name.. they call me Tech N9ne
And I ah need a carabu
the bully, hit his ass with the fullest
Chase down the bully hit his ass with the fullest
Then we gon' string his ass up by his nuts with the pulley
String
just bein' silly, go ahead n get mad
Intro brought directly by a dick slap
Tic-tac willy but it's pretty like ya tit bags
Slip that pilly in my gin n
like hoes
They got dough but they hate us though
You better keep your mind on the real shit
And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocrites
Slash and I smash 'cause I thrash when I bash
Invite me to a party and your house'll get trashed
An outcast sick of being harassed so I dashed
Moved
[Intro]
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
You
your ass
Don't ask me for no cash
You better not be tellin me to give them no cash
Ash, bash, crash, sad ass
[Chorus: ODB]
Give me a little of that
this pack exotic it smell like some gas
Stop talking bout those licks you hit before yo ass get lashed
My migo nigga with me a demon but look like baby
Jason and bash your face in
We ass lacin top bodies and half in the basement
Our style, cast you so bad you'll need plastic replacement
When gats is
you tell me how you can live in an apartment, with the pieces
of a person, rotting away with decay and not know?"
"I was totally sick, to tell
[Intro]
One, two, Bone is coming for you
Three, four, better lock the doors
Five, six, better load your clips
Seven, eight, we're gonna test your
you ask me to lend a hand then I send two
You even look at us wrong things gon' get complex dude
I can kick an ass, don't make me scuff my dress shoe
If
mastering it
Even the Japanesse are mastering it
All these things are breaking up
The mind of White Supremacy
Blackman, you don't have to bash white people
its hard
You supposed to stay around
Baby girl!
Im lovin all yo passion
I dont mean to bash it
Im just tryin to get it
Out here in the street
Ah already fo sho fo sho
That boy frankie j hmmm
Happy p you sick for this dog
Baby bash
Girl I've got to know
Girl I've got to know
Fo sho
and it goes so smooth like a butter, butter
Bash 'em heads of suckers, after giving 'em the stunner
Baby I'm so underground, baby I'm so underground
Like I
you through glass ay
Baby bring that ass back
Maybe Ill clap back
Slap back
Counting stacks till my pulse flat
Her titties flat but Ill still fuck
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
[Intro]
Tech N9ne in this bitch (Tech N9ne, Tech N9ne)
Bout to make em dance once again baby (once again baby)
But this time, I'ma talk about my
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