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the regime - go nutz (remix) lyrics

[tech n9ne]
yates, mic checker, tecca, 3-4
five mo’ll get ya up to n9ne with the beast flow
drink mo, like i’m celebratin cinco
de mayo with chico
heed those, people that be so peace and cheat dough, we go
n.u.t.s. in kc, mo
don’t make me show, att-tude that may be snow
when your mental state behold, that’ll straight be so
wasteful, will erase your labels, they go
in a grave be-low
neeto, she know we be low when we throw libido
her hero see mo, behold e-go-b-double-o-s-t-e-dido
i’m b, bro, and i teach yo people lethal like i’m c-bo
get evil, i’m tech nizzle, for b’zle i’m leavin em on the seasho
(seash0r-) zero, left with nothin but beetles
crows, snakes and mosquitoes, tryin to veto my cheetos
no way, amigo, schemin mi hoes illegal
specially if you’re feeble, sick and nuts, we g-o!

[hook] (x2)
nuts, n-gga, go, go nuts
bottles of cîroc got a n-gga tore up
and i’m poppin molly, yeah, i’m bout to turn up
these b-tches turned up, n-ggas know (we g-o!)

[verse 2: lee majors]
ey, mic checker, checker, 1-2
three comes from breakin’ down, cooked up in swish guts
ham sammich homie, i ain’t talkin’ cold cuts
dragon gang in this thang, yeah, we go nuts
i’m rockin’ three chains, tryin’ to leave with three sl-ts
got the whole party noddin’, we pourin’ leaner
candy paint weather make you sea sick and throw up
old-school – – -, cbc, tweaked up
stash spot in the whip with the thang tucked
– slidin’ on ice like a hockey puck
– packer – – just left – – –
straight to the kitchen, – – -, – –
– – movin’ chickens, i’m a taco truck
r.i.p. mac dre, throw your t’s up
ho so dope, white girl, no – –
got them things bouncin’ back – at the free throw

[hook] (x2)

[verse 3: yukmouth]
mic checker, checker, 1-2-3 sh-t
this the remix, dragon gang, regime sh-t
yukmeeze, lee majors and tech nin’, b-tch
ain’t n0body f-ckin’ with my clique, that jay-z sh-t
flyer than a g6
i pull that v12 benz beside your v6, your b-tch wanna leave quick
now that’s g sh-t, i don’t need your free b-tch
still i’m makin’ it hard for these pimp n-ggas, 3-6
i – off of that sp-ceship, you haters best not say sh-t
my goon squad come spray sh-t, them banana clips go ape sh-t
n-gga – – face lift, eavin’ hundred shots on the pavement
from kc to the bay, b-tch, my n-ggas ain’t nothin’ to play with, b-tch!
(you b-tch) i pop the molly, now i’m turnin’ up
got the b-tches off the molly, now they – –
got a brick of activists, n-ggas pullin’ up
dragon gang in this thang, b-tches goin’ nuts

[hook] (x2)

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