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tech n9ne - sprung lyrics

[intro: tech n9ne]
hahaha, n-gg-
this is tech n9ne, b-tch
y’all know we go there this year
y’all n-gg-s ain’t f-ckin’ with this
learn from tech n9ne and don juan, n-gg-
this real sh-t right here

[verse 1: don juan]
see that b-tch
she makes me rich, she sucks my d-ck
she f-cks my clique, she loves that sh-t
the way we do, see we post like pimps
walk with limps, blast those simp n-gg-s
and pull metal triggers
the grave digger on the night shift
[?] midnight, [?] the right b-tch
gotta be a tight b-tch
when i’m hitting ain’t no bullsh-ttin’
she’s lookin’ to get me back hard after i’m through stickin’
i hit the spot, i serve my rocks, i got my glock
in case the sh-t gets hot
you gotta be shot the f-ck down
in kansas city, you clown
n-gg-, all d-mn day we hustle, n-gg- where’s my pay?
a young soldier gettin’ older, more bolder
i got nuts and don’t give a f-ck, so try your luck
with don juan corleone
blast the m-th-f-cks quick
tryna play me phony

[verse 2: tech n9ne]
you wonder why we got more b-tches than a petstore?
’cause we some million mad motherf-ckers with checks, ho
you wanna f-ck me and my villains, bianca let’s go
the tech flow be at yo [?] with s-x and [?]
we be some hard liquor drinkin’, hard b-tches thinkin’
how they can start to sink in my d-ck so they start to think
and look at this
i got the remedy for your itch, b-tch, oh
you no liking the way that i call ya, forgot me and my n-gg-s [?]
great thing i have clothes to ya
up in those hookers with uppers that hold soul for ya
met a b-tch named gloria
mtv watchin’ love story-a
lovin’ even more when i hit it in the back of a daddy crown victoria
ho flow for novus ordo
for your ho so she can lick me from my toes to my torso
grips four d-cks like the b-tch name’s goro
rode her like zorro with the strength of kevin sorbo, b-tch

[chorus: nachia cayson & paul law]
151 rum, malibu rum
pineapple juice, n-gg-, we havin’ some fun
she play with our d-cks while we play with our guns
the b-tch is sprung
the bianc zone
151 rum, malibu rum
pineapple juice, n-gg-, we havin’ some fun
she play with our d-cks while we play with our guns
the b-tch is sprung
the bianc zone

[verse 3: don juan]
so now i’m rollin’ with my n-gg- tech n9ne
on the grind
gettin’ loose to f-ckin’ these b-tches one more time
hoes wanna shake it, n-gg-s wanna take it
duplicate it at the same time hate it and can’t fade it
rogue dog n-gg-s, we hit the antifreeze
making cheese, gettin’ skis, make ’em drop to they knees
b-tch please
56th street villains that cold chillin’ like the juice crew
making a k!lling
more bounce, one more ounce of some dope sh-t
one ho pounce
couldn’t cope with a fat d-ck
rude boys from highland, triple life, i rock it
hit the set and start the motherf-ckin’ violence
make sure y’all n-gg-s know
we write our sh-t, we write our sh-t
because we got the type to sh-t
plus the hypest sh-t
that don’t make no sense without dollars
make these b-tches wanna holler

[verse 4: tech n9ne]
rogue dog clique, they down to clown with us
cosa nostra clique, down to clown with us
b-tches and no [?] down to clown with us
inebriated b–b s-x is a must
we havin’ fun
on the kitty cat club, give me that pretty fat fudge bucket
if you really really want it give me back love, suck it
love the way you let me hit that, [?]
what? you want your sh-t packed?
b-tch, give me my d-ck back
sh-t, you nasty
let the sh-t pack and p-ss me
but i like my dominatrix to tie me up and fourty lash me
but as far as it goes, f-ck you hard to get hoes
put my brain up on a record, now i start to get foes
now i close and packs enormous gonads
making these b-tches go mad
lovin’ the d-ck of state to state nomads
a h-rny nations, we having drinks and fornication
jumps on me in case they want the bianc zone [?] b-tch

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