Lyrics:
uh, take it back for me uh
She wanna see it stack huh, I wanna see it clap huh
Throw that ass back huh, throw that ass back huh
Let me be yo daddy,
like forest they keep running, tech n9ne, gunning, watch your back for the bitches with the sickness, come and get this pistol grip, hit a nigga with
they yak can't hold me back
So baby, whassup with that? (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Tell me where the party at
[Timb]
Pick it pick it pick it
Girlllll
Verse - I ain’t even trying to do buddy like that, but how I feel man I must approach that, I’m attractive to her she got a fat back, I wanna
that I don't like
Walked over to em, and said, "Whassup?"
The first nigga that I saw, hit em in the jaw
Ren started stompin' em, and so did E
By that
that I don't like
Walked over to em, and said, "Whassup?"
The first nigga that I saw, hit em in the jaw
Ren started stompin' em, and so did E
By that
That's why they call me Slim Shady (I'm back)
I'm back (I'm back) (Slim Shady) I'm back
That's why they call me Slim Shady (I'm back)
I'm back
style in the automatic car wash
Later that date she took me to see bait
She bought a nacho plate
But only Tech N9ne got ate
The cerebellum was great
in my Air Force Ones
I like the all white high top strap with the gum bottom (big boy)
There's something about 'em that's dirty, that's why I got
uh yo uh yo
Aye yo, I'm old school like Rick Ruler, sick jewels to big buddah
Lift dudes wit the six shooter luger
That means bring it back, NY
too popped if yo ass 2 Pac
Cargos with the 12 gauge shotty in it
Plus I still got a crib on Brazil
I ain't never holly that but I
Got a Maserati in it
plotting on that dime
Thought 'cause we was cool before that we gon' take yo ass on tour?
Fuck nah, this my chance to get it
How you entitled to my shine?
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
background]
Yo sometimes I sit back, reflect on the place that I live at
Unlike any place I ever been at
The home of big gats, deep dish hammer rim caps
Have
hit a split
She Throwing it back
But I'm just a jitt
Break it down
Make it clap
Yea do it
Just like that
Arch yo back
Pop it back
Yea
Ah, ah, ah
the brother by my side at?
Yo, you really need to stop that
Get it right
It's not even like that
Try to get a job before we livin' outta box, black
Here,
Put on the full armor of God, keep that 'istol by yo side
Never know what's 'round the corner when the Devil's lurkin'
Gotta treat yo people right,
san jose whoa!
[Hook]
she gottalotavit
she gottalotavit
(I gotta lot of it)
(I gotta lot of it)
[Tech N9ne]
Up in denver Calirado
is like she gotta
rushed over
Hollow tips, in the clip
My gun loaded: yours sober
I pull yo card like a lawn mower
Fall back or I'm goin' forward
I see you got yo gun drawn
But she get trashed on the car hood by Hoodstock
We got good stock
and size does matter bitch, that's why we slang good cock
Back the thirty eight
And I got that glock, yeah i'm on attack
I see yo girl nigga I'm blowing her back
And she can't run cause she not doing track
I pop me a pill best believe
a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky
Please, I'm beggin' you God
Please don't let me be pigeon holed in no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me
the right stars all lined up
Looking back behind us
We ain’t have options we tried stuff
Some shit ain’t sink in but I felt that
Like dry rub
Toes down and my
muthafucka with my niggaz
I plan on leavin' here with yo bitches
Anybody feel they got a problem with that
You need to take off yo pimp hat nigga
And get
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