Tech N9ne Album

Stamina
I'll be damn
If I'll ever be
Took away by the demons
I'll never be what 's the weather
When I bust a rhythm I come
With the heater cleverly
Nigga nothin' will never be
So killa , flowzilla, gorilla
If flow was a felony I'de be
In a line hella doing time
For the (click, click) TECHN9NE

(Verse 1)
Welcome to the land of misery
Where my delivery strikes with madness
Hearts explode from the touch of the 44 blastin (Party)
By the killas from the Midwest
You can scream all you want but there's no help
As I see your destiny into the hands of me
Black talons rippin through yo body
The sight of a bloody scene
Murder is what I fiend
For I saw the darkest hour
The clock ticks well
You feel the wrath of my power

What you gon do when all these niggas collide?
I got so many mentalities
I'll show you outside (Deadly)
Clever kill is my fourtay
Cuttin off victim's nipples
A murderous foreplay
Can't even come fuck with mine
I'm more crazier than Dahmer Charlie Manson combined (One of a kind)
Diabolic
Shimbolic
Face the infernal
Evil demon
And I can make you eternal

(Chorus)
Trauma
Brain I'mma
Inflictin pain on a
Nigga with homa-cidal
Shit me whole persona
Nervous
Lyrics at yo, service
You heard us
Murderous
Demons they comma
Which choosin like the chrome llama
Trauma
Brain I'mma
Inflictin pain on a
Nigga with homa-cidal
Shit me whole persona
Nervous
Lyrics at yo, service
You heard us
Murderous
Demons they comma
Which choosin like the chrome llama
BLAH!!

(Verse 2)
An introduction to my murderous plot
I got so many wicked ways
And they start on yo block
(One)
Label you my bitch
(Two)
I let you know
(Three)
Execution
Drag you out yo do'
Nobody to witness
I call it habit
You call it a verbal sickness
Damagin with a quickness
Describe the feelin while I rip you apart
I get evil in the day but even worse after dark
(Murda)

(Murda)
Killin
It just don't stop (Homocidal)
The 12 gauge left you opened up
Another victim called the D-E-A-D
Listen to that underground massacre terror
Seize the streets
Feel my heat (WHOOO!)
The N9ne Ameri-Killa
Got me goin
Like Donald Owens
The cannabis
Got me deep like the abyss
So I sit back relax
Warm it up like Chris
A bruised the fist
The fury
When step into me
I 8-1-6 that mothafuckin ass in Missouri
Or should I say the land of misery
Where life's fucked up
Disguise like yo shadow when I buck ya (BLAH! BLAH!)

(CHORUS)
Trauma
Brain I'mma
Inflictin pain on a
Nigga with homa-cidal
Shit me whole persona
Nervous
Lyrics at yo, service
You heard us
Murderous
Demons they comma
Which choosin like the chrome llama
Trauma
Brain I'mma
Inflictin pain on a
Nigga with homa-cidal
Shit me whole persona
Nervous
Lyrics at yo, service
You heard us
Murderous
Demons they comma
Which choosin like the chrome llama
BLAH!!

(Verse 3)
Amuart, Amuart!
Trauma, trauma!
You's a gonna gonna
Tecca Nina like vaginas
I bring trauma
Make niggas swing on a
Ding-a-ling gonna flunda
Irritable
Formitable
Right now hit em in the middle of Rogue Dawg straight showed y'all
When I'll be game
Anyone wanna know what's the deal?
The simple fact is that
I'll flip ya
Flip ya for real
I'm a jeah
But when I get rhymer block
I need some gynacock
Right after that fact I'm like a bull in a China shop
Six pluses believe it I'll be the bomb one day
If my shit was droppin in a week today is bomb Sunday
One week to get to necrosis
Focus on music like
Mr. Holland's Opus
Notice
(I'm)Still kickin hocus pocus
Witch craft
Whiplash
Kick ass
Rhyme flows
Sign of the times shows
So I'm not behind hoes
Devine souls
Plottin to kill all the demons
Any color many killins plenty serable peelin's
These rappers now (I'll swallow yo soul, swallow yo soul)
This underground (I gotta explode, gotta be cold)
Nina's bold
They couldn't kill me if they sent Dahmer (Why?)
Demons they comin when shootin like the chrome llamma

(Chorus)
Trauma
Brain I'mma
Inflictin pain on a
Liqour with homa
Side'll shit me whole persona
Nervous
Lyrics at yo, service
You heard us
Murderous
Demons they comma
Which choosin like the chrome llama
Trauma
Brain I'mma
Inflictin pain on a
Nigga with homa-cidal
Shit me whole persona
Nervous
Lyrics at yo, service
You heard us
Murderous
Demons they comma
Which choosin like the chrome llama
BLAH!!

[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 lu
Uh that's 151 malibu rum and pineapple juice
You know what I'm sizzlin
Ha! Uh you down't know what dat is
Can't get the party started without that
Let's do it

[verse 1:]
You want me to jam I'm finna enta
Brain waves came from insane days
Make ya sick like bad mayonnaise
(Tech N9ne)
Got the remidie rhyme
Infinity
Criminally tryna be some shit
I crack ya open like the youngest male Kennedy
Got the whole planet rockin off the low blows
Dammit I show flows and poke holes that's supposed to be yo'z
Seekin my haters and in a dark alley tourmented by mine
Dodgin the [tech 4x N9ne 4x]

Now here's a message
Liberace may Chocolatate'
take em I'ma rock na
Playa, nigga fuck what I say

Throw ya souls in the air like this
Flash ya bar codes while I stick em
with another hit up out of the abyss

The Tech N9ne out to find vaginas
Since the playa clubbin it, grubbin it
Lovin that crema streama
My thing when I flips I got to make sho that it's hot
Gotta make the whole planet rock like this

[Chorus:]
Make that ass hop, don't stop
Down south niggaz make the planet rock
MIDWEST, too much ass in one room
Rat-a-tat tat-a-tat tat-a-tat BOOM
Make dat ass hop, make dat ass hop
All da ladies in the party make the planet rock
See dat ass hop, watch dat ass hop
All da fellas like to see ya make da planet rock

Hahaha dats way to much ass for me baby slow it down right here

[Verse 2:]
Call it what ya want it
Ghetto futuristic come get up on it
There's a black up in my sector can I jump on it
Cause all we wanna do is
Get drunk, get blowed, spin shits, and fuck hoes
We quick to beat a buster down bad
MidWest side put me in the sound lab
Now I'm hot damn like a ??

I'm flippin backwards for you flow snatchers
Blast ya'll
When I ask me to playin fast ball
Crash yall
Glad yall
Mad yall
Cause last call was in the back of the club
Bangin da hell outta dis bad bra
On my planet we take no haters for granted
They Kris Kross
(10 seconds til lift off)
Be somethin pistol grips off
Ripped off
The techniques I complete heat
Retreat 69 to 6 feet
Unique speeks freak tweeks
Never let the BCs can it
While the true trooper? of Tech Nena rock the planet

[Chorus]

Ay partna I got a wild one here
man see if you can help me here with this thang
It's all delicious baby

[Verse 3:]
I got dat type of funk to make ya ?? scream three
Six rappaz beein hunted by a killa MC
I neva killd a ?? with a 36D
A party with the bitches on my planet lookin crispy
Swiftly makin rappers do 360
(Neva do three 6s)
Otha niggas tryna dis me be
(Under these prefixes)
Non ill mouth
Functional (N9ne)
Rambuctional
Neva let up off a heated mic till I'm comfortable
Road Dawgs style
57, 56 street gang
Grips we gain
Anybody wanna trips we bang
Hit us with
(?? make em ask 4 it)
(Makin hella hoes getta nut)
(Make em put a ?? in dey butt)
(Betta hope she a slut)
(Nigga road neva give a fuck)

Why the attitude
Nena rache' got the sauce
I'm mad casue the chiefs lost
I'm pissed off
In Kansas City
I'm str8 from the abis
Tech N9ne
I got the planet rock with me
The whole planet rock like this

Nigga back up I aint know that was yo woman
All the broke ass playa haters be quiet (YEAH)

[Chorus]

I can tell that you can tell that I'm twisted
by the bulge in my pants so let's do it baby like this uh

Kansas City make da Planet Rock (Ugh)
St. Louis make da Planet Rock (Ugh)
Missouri make da Planet Rock (Ugh)
Chicago make da Planet Rock (Ugh)
Lawrence, Kansas make da Planet Rock (Ugh)
Topeka make da Planet Rock (Ugh)
KCK make da Planet Rock (Ugh)
Witchita make da Planet Rock (Ugh)
Minnasota make da Planet Rock (Ugh)
Cleveland make da Planet Rock (say wha)
Nebraska make da Planet Rock (ugh)
Oklahoma make da Planet Rock (ugh)
Detroit make da Planet Rock (ugh)
Mississippi make da Planet Rock (ugh)
Memphis make da Planet Rock (Bitch)
Indiana make da Planet Rock (ugh)
Dakota make da Planet Rock (ugh)
Carolina make da Planet Rock (ugh)
Virginia make da Planet Rock (ugh)
D.C make da Planet Rock (ugh)
Baton Rouge make da Planet Rock (ugh)
New Orleans make da Planet Rock (ugh)
Arkansas make da Planet Rock (ugh)
Alabama make da Planet Rock (ugh)
Atlanta make da Planet Rock (say wha)
Houston make da Planet Rock (say wha)
Dallas make da Planet Rock (say wha)
Fort Worth make da Planet Rock (say wha)
Miami make da Planet Rock (say wha)
New Jersey make da Planet Rock (say wha)
Philly make da Planet Rock (say wha)
New York make da Planet Rock (say wha)
Las Vegas make da Planet Rock (say wha)
Arizona make da Planet Rock (BEATCH!)
Seattle make da Planet Rock (say wha)
California make da Planet Rock (say wha)
L.A make da Planet Rock (say wha)
Englewood make da Planet Rock (say wha)
Compton make da Planet Rock (say wha)
Long Beach make da Planet Rock (BITCH!)
Sacramento make da Planet Rock (ugh)
Oaktown make da Planet Rock (BITCH)
San Dieago make da Planet Rock (HOE)
San Fransisco make da Planet Rock (say wha)
Mid-West make da Planet Rock (say wha)
Down SOuth make da Planet Rock (say wha)
East Coast make da Planet Rock (say wha)
West Coast make da Planet Rock (say wha)
I say ya mama make the planet Rock
I say ya daddy make the planet rock
I say ya mama sucked a dick cock

[outro:]
And we done
Cut dat shit out!
Motherfucker
Pola Bear in da house
Pola Bear track masta 98 style
Motherfuckin Midwest side to da fullest
Teck N9Ne, Don Juan
Nigga
We in the Bear tracks
Punck ass bitch

Regime Life nigga!!
What!
Speak on it!
Tech 9!(Tech 9!)
Uh.
Phats Boss (Phats Boss)
Gonzoe (Gonzoe)
L.Q. nigga (L.Q.)!

Chorus *(Phats Bossi)*

Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!
Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!

Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*

Balla position
Regime niggas fuck all'a ya women draped up in linen
I spit this fly shit since I was 5 years old
on some 'ol Osh Kosh Bi'Gosh shit
toss ya bitch, keep it top secret, lock it
Smoke-A-Lot click, walkin around wit ounces in they pockets
bitches jock it
we ridin Benz's, ya'll still drivin 50 rockets
nigga don't knock it
but you need to stop it
top notch shit
I used to cop bricks
rock it up an chop like La-Bobbitt
pushin the 5 whip through the projects til the led 9 spits
nigga you rhyme sick, but you could never fuck around wit my shit
my click my crew nigga
that hard time shit
criminal minded, posted on the grind shit
that cone silencer for one time shit
turnin, pounds into ashes
drinkin Cristal from the bottle
fuck ya glasses
smokin Black-N-Milds to the plastic
the last trial was kinda drastic
limo driver got his ass kicked, tryin to sue us
BUT YOU LOST YOU FUCKIN BASTARD!
I'm A-1 Yola juss like the package
delivered in triple wrappin
niggas get blasted an put in a casket
ashes to ashes an dust to dust, when they fuck wit Yuk
plus I got my own record label
SO WHAT THE FUCK IS UP!

Verse 2 *(Phats Bossi)*

When things is usual we pop Christy
an stack them Bentley's
ya pockets empty pretending to be me
they name me Bossi
my whole click rich like we the Cosby's
slippin's costly
it's cut-throat so fuck a softie
in head to head combat
you scared to bust back
an trust that
call the Regime we known to pull gats in black hats
hop out the company truck
give a fuck, fill my cup an celebrate wit Yuk
now that we grown ups
rock alligators an bumpin slow cuts
juss like the Sho Nuff, we can't be touched
I was raised ruff
gang banged an hand cuffed
fightin ??? always showin my guts, flexin my nuts
hand me my 'Uervo
flip work like we was Trader Joe's from Cisco
optimo, now it's X-O
fightin my ??? for death
pray it's my brother that's kept
when you owe, pay ya debt an we can make it some ???

Verse 3 *(Gonzoe)*

We got it bundled up
gimme my scratch
it's juss my turn an I'ma take mine
trap
nigga don't get attached
tryin to soak up, listenin
tryin to locate my donuts an hit 'em
while we juss got on fuckin up my buisness
never finished
til we give up the plate
extra innings
swing for the fence
you think too little
your world dance wit mud puddles
my shit Evian, I love trouble
start wisperin wit ya hands wide open, watchin you huddle
big every down
everybody got guns, let 'em ring
you fuckin wit me, let's all go out wit a bang
in this last day, this last hour
kool-aid chest cowards wit they life in my hands set off the power
lights out
??? the whole house
wit a gallon of gas to douse
light a flame an flush 'em out
every slug count
miss an get your stripes took
nigga this is real life wit real names written in the black books!

*(Chorus)*

Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!
Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!
I can be a villian if ya.... let me! (Thugged Out!!)
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!
I can be a villian if ya.... let me! (Thugged Out!!)
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!

Verse 4 *(Poppa L.Q.)*

(Check it)
Ever since I was a youngsta been wit this slick shit
tryin to touch a quick one, number one ???
turn an 18 to a full 36 ain't jokin thats how we did it
we was natural born chemists
ballin wit this, Benjamin big heads in my fist
got ya life in my pocket an more than that on my wrist
I got my degree in the concreate of S.C.
comprised wit gettin paper, an started investin in me
utilized my hustle skills beyond my record deal
and time will reveal whose really holdin the skrill
playboy ya lackin, aint touchin my tax brackets
you fuckin wit some thugs, wit some multi-million dollar ???
an if it's on an crackin then my reaction is clappin
is you gon' make it happen or is ya high cappin?
Ya betta get to trackin playboy if you ain't packin
Smoke-A-Lot, Regime is distributin max ???
spent years over the stove in a mini-factory lab
where illegal pharmaceudicals were sold
I was probably 10 years old when I learned to disassemble
then reassemble a semi-auto matic pistol blind fold!

Verse 5 *(Tech N9ne)*

(1-5-1)
They call me Regime, cuz I'm way clean in stay Beam
never live in no day dream, bitch niggas wear Maybelline
throwin up peace cuz you know that I got you
??? ??? ??? ??? but I cop too
Killa!
Rogue Dog! Rogue Dog!
57 venomous!
When I bust this shit got a gang of criminals feelin us
I'm from Waymeyer the same kinda pain caine grinda
wit a scripta
stickin out like a skin head at a ?bahrmistfa?
fuck wit N9ne get snuffed out
Phats Bossi, Maxx, Poppa L.Q., Gonzoe
an my nigga Yukmouth, Thugged Out!
Any nigga wit the bombay
never con-ways displayed
so-right, so-tight
New York niggas say be John Blazed
I been to the ringa
scrapped 'em like I was a guest on Jerry Springer
wit desert eagle, tech meezle
a ??? a nigga, a drop a ???
I die a lil nigga
leave 'em wit a 30 round drummer
slit ya throat then we skip out, "I Know What You Did Last Summer"
aint nobody fuckin wit Regime niggas
bust gats at ya cats makin extreme figures
get ready for the Rogue Dogs, told ya'll we seperatin yo jaw
fuckin yo hoes dog
lickin toes, balls
makin mutha fuckin clothes fall
OH! You mutha fuckas dont know!
At the show you trippin, gotta go get the steel toe
to the brain nigga
REGIME KILLAS keep the function poppin
you really wanna know what time we leave, shit.... ???
YES!!
REGIME KILLAS.... NIGGA!!!

(Tech N9ne)
What!
This is dedicated to the young gang niggas on 56th and
Highland
Nigga
Get yo money fool, yeah
Dont ever let them niggas tell you that they better
than you man
Its all delicious, like this

Till you walk these shoes
You couldn't understand my views
While you on your Caribbean cruise
Im payin my dues
On the corner tryin to hit licks for slips
Trouble making them flips
So I'm bout to smoke a dipped
Now I'm ripped

How could you make a hypothesis on me and my partnas
With you college degree trying to psycho-analyze me
You can't see what I see
You can't be what I be
When I'm deep in this pit of violence
Without parental guidance, nigga

Spot, translation cops watching me every day when I'm
just holding down my block
Fuck a ?addha?
My brother, My fathers' in jail
Momma fell
So I'm bout to make a sell
What the hell
Gotta get that rel
Then I bail
I smell like sherman
You can tell
The chemicaly it got me wanted to use my genitaly
Up on this bitch, that bitch
The kind that don't want to bust a gang
Aint got no love, so I'ma Just hit it and hope she
dont give me what his name

Packs
Need one in case of emergencies
Urgencies
Bills I'm trying to hug
Still you trying to judge
Yelling out the federal prison
Boozy nigga you can cruise
Till you walk these shoes, I'm Living

(Chorus 4X)
In the ghetto, packs me metal
Pump this leado, take the neiro

(Tech N9ne)
Your on the outside looking in my friend
I mean my foe
Come close and I'll be forced to let you know(what)
I'm living the life of a hustla
Cuz the schools done cut my visits down to zero just
for beating down a busta(its a musta)

Keep lookin at me like I'ma steal you wit an hour
And all you think I do is eat shit and shower
I'm a survivor
Present day McGyver
Two sider
You depriver
When you look at me you think I'm a conniver
Whasappening

Breakin you and your boy in a game of tennis
I'm a menace
You one of them people step into our sneakers a
minute(nigga)
You hopped out the boots
Yelling when you see its hard finding work
Being a class A felon
Drug selling
Scrapping niggas from every side
Fighting family drunk and high
Aint no punk in I

Domistic so I'm off to the penal again
So momma tell me how am I to reconcile again
Tell you walk these
Catch me in the smokers LeSabre
Running spock off on the block
Can't understand my behavior
I'm coocoo for cocoa
Selling but driven
So muther fucker you can cruise
Till you walk these shoes, I'm living

(Chorus 4X)
In the ghetto, packs me metal
Pump this leado, take the neiro

Till you walk these
Only speak about what you know
Till you walk these
Our record use these views to the floor
Till you walk these
Pick a punk to verbally abuse
If you walk these
You couldn't walk a block in my shoes
Till you walk these
Dont preach to every nigga you choose
Till you walk these shoes
You couldn't understand my views
Wouldn't kiss me on your shoes if they were given
Motherfucker
You can cruise till you walk these shoes, I'm living

(Chorus 4X)
In the ghetto, packs me metal
Pump this leado, take the neiro

[No lyrics]

(Intro)
Black folks forgive us
But its merely a word
And theresa a lot worse things out there then words
The bombing in Oklahoma
The kids in Colorado
So forgive us when we say sh*t like

(Hook)
N I double G A S
Some of us gotta sell (?)
Getting hellah rellah doing they best
Playa haters better ware they vest (yo)

(Verse) (Tech N9ne)
I'm gonna hit a bit*h from the back nigga
Quick ta get stacks
Spittin' facts from the track
Black maniac
Opposite of whack nigga
At the night club fullah yack nigga
Lyrically strapped wit' a gat nigga
Stand back nigga
I'm bout ta introduce a hoe nigga to a gat nigga
Track neo
Bout ta be yo
2k hero
We fo' below zero were we go
Come wit' the hard hits
Run where the sparks lit
You niggas that start sh*t
End up in a dark pit
We Rashin
In vills
We kill
We steal
and gold grills
Exaduse
(?)
What kinda nigga is you (I don't know)
(?)
We went from peanut butter in Benton
To Tech N9ne really spittin'
Went from the Jackson Five
To George Clinton
To Bill Clinton
Ya he's a nigga like us
A nigga that smokes weed
And loves bit*hs' who loves to suck
I'ma a nigga that bust
I'ma nigga that cuss when I fuss
I'ma nigga that know on this globe five hundred thow isn't enough
I'ma nigga don't like other niggas that try to keep on a plantation
With the Caucasian
Beware its the nigga invasion

(Course)
Nigga!
Do what they can to gain green
Nigga!
Setting the trends for main stream
Nigga!
Gang bang
Nigga!
Dope slang
Nigga!
Still
Nigga!
Ill
Nigga!
Will
Nigga!
Kill

(Hook)2x
N I double G A S
Some of us gotta sell (?)
Getting hellah rellah doing they best
Playa haters better ware they vest (yo)

(Verse 2)(Tech N9ne)
Beware of us niggas
Better to be scared of us niggas
We wiping away niggas who so much as glare at us niggas
I run from the law with my niggas
Down with the fall with my niggas
How many of the niggas from the inner city are down to brawl with my niggas
I hang with gang bang niggas
Got the niggas

You the niggas
I got the niggas
Like Big Dog, Mac Mac, Will and foster nigga
I run with killah niggas
Then I hang with these nigga
Who produce thriller nigga
You know the nigga That the did the wiz color purple Q-Jay top thrillah nigga
I'ma live nigga
I'ma die nigga
I'ma fly or I'ma gonna fry my nigga
If I do, if I do ya'll go to the record store and buy nigga
6, 6, triple 8, 46, 99, 3 niggas
We niggas
Getting f**ked up with R to the mother f**kin D to the v niggas
Want me to call you brother but yousa a nigga like me
The ununited states gives a f**k about your Bachelors Degree
So black people if we embarrassed ya
Sorry but our character is
Newly and grimed and suicidal of America nigga

(Course)
Nigga!
Do what they can to gain green
Nigga!
Setting the trends for main stream
Nigga!
Gang bang
Nigga!
Dope slang
Nigga!
Still
Nigga!
Ill
Nigga!
Will
Nigga!
Kill

(Hook)2x
N I double G A S
Some of us gotta sell (?)
Getting hellah rellah doing they best
Playa haters better ware they vest (yo)

(outro) (Tech N9ne)
That's right
This is for my nigga Rodney
This is for the whole mother f**king game related staff nigga
Putting it down
Midwest side
Nigga ride nigga
Tech N9ne
This is how we do it
Mother f**ker told me it was the rider tour
Treat it like its mandatory
You know what I'm sizzling
Don Juan
Takes us up out this bit*h

(Don Juan)
Now look here
I done told ya'll mother f**kers
We gone do it again
And we gone do it twice
And we gone rock this sh*t
For the mother f**king 2k
So I want cha'll to go get that mother f**kin new album
The Calm Before The Storm
On Midwest side records
Techa Nina
Don Juan
Everybody

(Tech N9ne)
Hay
This goes to
Black
White
Hispanic
You know what I'm sayin'
Everybody
You know what I'm sizzling
When ya'll stop shooting
And killin
Each mother f**kin other
I'll stop saying nigga
But until then
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga please
I treat it like a f**king disease

[No lyrics]

[No lyrics]

[Oobie:]
I'm see'n me on top of you
Doing things that lovers do
But I don't belong to you
Whats a girl suppose to do
only need one night with you
To make all our dreams come true
You could never be my man,
You can be my one night stand

[Oobie/Chorus]
Boy I know you got a girl
And you know I've got a man
So lets both respect the game
And have a one night stand
Everybody wanna know
But they wouldn't understand
So lets keep it on the low
And have a one night stand

Well it's about a quarter to three and,
No ones lookin',
Its just you and me
You know I'm down for whatever
And I aim to please
But its only for this one night

Boy I hope you come well prepared
Cause I want you to know that
I ain't ever scared
You just make the RSVP
And I'll be there
But its only for this one night

[Chorus]
Boy I know you got a girl
And you know I've got a man
So lets both respect the game
And have a one night stand
Everybody wanna know
But they wouldn't understand
So lets keep it on the low
And have a one night stand

[Lil Jon:]
Shawty,let me know whats up wit it (wit it)
Won't you let a real thug hit it (hit it)
Stop playin' with these lames
Ain't got no shame
The liquor is to blame (you know it)
I just go to tell you this (whats up)
Those lips I wanna kiss (yea yea)
That ass I gotta grab (grab)
Yo' shit I gotta stab (stab)
I got my baby mama, (mama)
You got your baby daddy (daddy)
We got all night
Look lil mama, get it right
Yo' shit is good and tight (tight)
I aint bout them games shawty (no)
You know my name shawty (yea)
Just use yo' brains,
If you know what I'm sayin'
Its a one night stand shawty

[Chorus:]
Boy I know you got a girl
And you know I've got a man
So lets both respect the game
And have a one night stand
Everybody wanna know
But they wouldn't understand
So lets keep it on the low
And have a one night stand

[Oobie/2x:]
If you know how to keep a secret,
You can get it fo' sure
Just make sure you get enough
Cause you can't get it no more

[Big Sam:]
Come and ride out wit cha boy Big Sam then filled with almond joy
Like I told you,
I'm something just like a freak (like a freak)
So keep the games fo the mentally weak (mentally weak)
Damn you look so pretty (so pretty)
With yo' big ol' ass
And yo tig ol' bittys
red bone, fine self, 5'9 (5'9)
For one night, I gotta make you mine (make you mine)
Yea I know you gotta a man shawty (shawty)
And you know I got a wife shawty (shawty)
So lets strap it up,
I hope the pussys tight
We got one night shawty

[Oobie:]
I'm not tryin' to be your girlfriend
Just want a one night stand
And you can't never be my boyfriend
Just want a one night stand

[Chorus:]
Boy I know you got a girl
And you know I've got a man
So lets both respect the game
And have a one night stand
Everybody wanna know
But they wouldn't understand
So lets keep it on the low
And have a one night stand
[2x]
If you'll be my man,only for one night
And I'll be your girl,
only for one night

(conversation)

(1st vesre)
The definition of blowed
Is indo by the load
Chronic munchies got me on the comode
When I unload lets role
Cloudy outie
Like I'm Maui
Wowwy Zowwy
Sparkers on me homie
This weed is like nocatomi on me
If you want it you can have it be that
Hundred sacks and nut sacks
Plus phat splats from flesh gats
Only hay waistin
We both high
This is game so let me tap into your horny playstation
I'm Techa so I wrecka of course
Happy like I won the super trivecta divorce
Fuck whenever cause I'm HELLA HELLA
Lifted I'm HELLA HELLA
Chronic hella sonic
It's like I take a hit of hydro ponic ironic
Not Atlantis but I'm here to remind you
That I'm on canibus ALCOVE
Without a turn of ALTO GROUCHO
Unless I get some biancas to let me give 'em something
To open they MOUTH FOR
BOUNCE YO, fat ass to the rhymes I flow
My beats pound for blocks
From Grand View to Granot
Lets get wicked like mixin liquor like dark rum and gin
Faded fuckin on the only pile of twiny twin twin

(chorus)2x
Lets get drunk, get blowed
Spit shit, spark blunts and fuck hoes
Y'all lets get drunk get blowed
Nigga role to spot wit plots to fuck hoes

(2nd verse)
Lets role to a spot
Where cops dont flock
We can all get out sex and smoke pot
Talk of bendin the reefa
You can leave it wit beaver
Cause I'd rather be fuckin smokin Hawiian setiva
Comprende?
Even nubers in L.A hellacious
Bags ya bud when you go grecious gracias senior
This is bomb C4 me gone
If the bud is fire say "Yes Simon"
On that one-fifty-one rum liquor
And plus that lime green sticky shit B's a kicker
It makes me wanna ROLE BUD, ROLE BUD
And fuck a bitch wit NO RUB, NO RUB
Siked ya
When it sikes ya hype ya pipe to lighter
Might ignite a snipe to swipe a viper
Only when you dippin is wet
But the only wet I'm dippin in is vagina if it don't smell like salmon
Crockets I'm in the zone passed gone
Be actress if ya comin bring ya silly ass on
Lash on
Leave Mitch behind
He's pissed at mine
Cause I'm nice
Plus I am cold as ice

(chorus)2x

(3rd verse)
You hoes tokin buts
Cho's chokin nut
So go soke in ya pity you mo smokin slut
Greed another devious seed
Nigga role nigga dont you know
I stick many on cause pussy stampede
It's who dis
Packin poison mistic dick
For you no good freaky a trick bitch to get wit
Got peak, and the dick, no the bitch don't really wanna give me none
That's cool, punk bitch
That's why you minimum wage and bitch stuck at Cinabun
Who this twisted "click" in you face in your face muthafucka
Youz a sucka if you touch us we brothers
We straight ruckus wit Nina
Nigga we bout to get blowed
And role to a spot wit plots to fuck hoes

(chorus)2x

ad lib until the end....

Baby listen, I don't want to have to call you a bitch
Every time you see another woman, pitiful bitch
But you can bet ima do it if you act a witch
Better change before I get into some gangsta shit
Checkin my clothes for N-O's
You think im all up in dem hoes
Who love to be givin me demos
All up in my grill
Baby what kinda nigga you think I am?
You makin a villian say goddamn!
In the middle of a conflict with your nonsense
I read you like a book
Where the calm went?
And quite frankly bitch I dont like your content
If it aint she say then its he say and he game
Who gives a damn about a he say, she say Saint Jones replay
9 millimeter heat day
Never woulda hit it if I knew this
Every time I gotta come home to this
Why you wanna do this?
Never gave it to a celeberty
Better be down with a nigga wit a early 70's mindframe
Id rather be behind you hittin it doggy style
You all about mind games
Mrs. Sherlock always tryin to find things
Sluts, is a wonderful thing
So hard you get spine pains
But you gotta know im the nigga in they dream
They wanna interviene
But they know they come at me they gotta terrible scene
Your friends say im a player
My reply, yous a motherfuckin liar
'causez I was up in the hotel all in the jiggamapie
They said I had a chick in the buns with the K-Y
Gettin high
I didnt lie!

[No lyrics]

[1st verse]
As I blaze the PM
I inhale with the scent of a million men
I exhale wit dumpin 17 up in the what the f**k I am?
In the midst of a crisis God knows all the sacrifces I made
Might have to hiest to get paid
In spite
But can't jiest the price
Instead a nigga played bitch made
Niggas think they know me
The don't know me
They, phoney funny
But they don't know
That I'm that ill type niggas that'll open that gut
Not much luck
I'm feelin skunk wit a capitol S
Hit the cess
Killed the stress
Rottin away in the Midwest
I guess
They was right
When they said that was such a psycho sight
Sick inside a slight
Deliver that makes me want to go Master P at night right
No more pain I complain and pray to God, AND STUFFS
It was unbearable until I tried COCOA PUFFS
That chocolate tie got me willin to fly up in the sky
But when I loose altitude that high
Just makes me wanna come down and die
Whos responcible for this madness, me?
Whos responcible for this sudden strike of sadness, me?
I can see
I can look into your eyes
Smile and then to your suprise
I'll be yellin 'Die, nigga die'
When all the bullets fly
Don't know how much longer I'll be on this Earth
Cause I'm the worst type of, nigga on this here turf
So disperse

[chorus]
The worst, the worst yeah
They keep tryin to pull me under
But I been to long tryin to make it over
The worst, the worst yeah
After all that I been through
I just don't know what the hell to do

[2nd verse]
What it is
What it was
And what it shall be
You tell me
Cause this nigga ain't livin healthy
Bitches think I got money from here to Shri Lanka
So I'm thinkin of killin you when I'm makin love to you bianca
Can't you see I ain't you seein what I mean
I got plenty and mean streets my team tweaks
So my future seems BLEAK
Take a peak at me I ain't happy she got me

Under child social serviceses and shit for bein a slacky pappy
My khakis are low saggin from illio type little bags
Pushin ten of them on top of the world like James Cagney
Feel that agony
People naggin me
My ragedy life ain't worth livin sick of my aunt and uncle
draggin me
See me drink my life away
Smokin tokin my life away
Tryin to put this trife away
In the deepest darkest hide away
If I could fly today to the Golden Gates
I could get away from this place of hell and fakes
But it might be too late
What it gonna be
D-E-A-D
Another S-T-A-T-I-S-T-I-C that's me
Puffin that stronger W double E-D that hunger
Don't know how much longer I'll be on this Earth
Cause I'm the worst type of nigga on this here turf
So disperse

[chorus]

[3rd verse]
That's why I say
F-A-H-Q
If you ain't crew
Some busters on my hit list betta hope it ain't you
My pockets thin
About to sin
I got to spend
About like 10
To get that Henn
To make that blend
To make that fool come up out his ins
Devilish thoughts
Hell is feelin kinda of crellish
God tell us what we got to do to make the muthaf**kin rellish
Spell it, out to me cause broke is imbarrasin
I'm psycho like Woody Harrleson
I can make a comparrison
Like Aaron Yates
Norman Bates
Perfect mates
Dippin up in Wally Gates
Bitches yellin head is swellin
Thinkin of goin in hell and bakin with the beans
Got me fiend
Murder for my green
Seems, I'm cursed not first
The last verse
I burst, into a blood thirst
But what is it worth
No hearst
Nobodies turf
F**k planet Earth
Disperse
Because you're dealin wit the worst (the worst)

[chorus]

The worst
I know that it can't get no worst
The worst, the worst yeah
After all that I been through
I just don't know what the hell to do

*(Yukmouth)*

Regime Life nigga!!
What!
Speak on it!
Tech 9!(Tech 9!)
Uh.
Phats Boss (Phats Boss)
Gonzoe (Gonzoe)
L.Q. nigga (L.Q.)!

Chorus *(Phats Bossi)*

Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!
Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!

Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*

Balla position
Regime niggas fuck all'a ya women draped up in linen
I spit this fly shit since I was 5 years old
on some 'ol Osh Kosh Bi'Gosh shit
toss ya bitch, keep it top secret, lock it
Smoke-A-Lot click, walkin around wit ounces in they pockets
bitches jock it
we ridin Benz's, ya'll still drivin 50 rockets
nigga don't knock it
but you need to stop it
top notch shit
I used to cop bricks
rock it up an chop like La-Bobbitt
pushin the 5 whip through the projects til the led 9 spits
nigga you rhyme sick, but you could never fuck around wit my shit
my click my crew nigga
that hard time shit
criminal minded, posted on the grind shit
that cone silencer for one time shit
turnin, pounds into ashes
drinkin Cristal from the bottle
fuck ya glasses
smokin Black-N-Milds to the plastic
the last trial was kinda drastic
limo driver got his ass kicked, tryin to sue us
BUT YOU LOST YOU FUCKIN BASTARD!
I'm A-1 Yola juss like the package
delivered in triple wrappin
niggas get blasted an put in a casket
ashes to ashes an dust to dust, when they fuck wit Yuk
plus I got my own record label
SO WHAT THE FUCK IS UP!

Verse 2 *(Phats Bossi)*

When things is usual we pop Christy
an stack them Bentley's
ya pockets empty prete

[No lyrics]

[No lyrics]