[Intro: Tech]
Ha ha ha ha, we bout to do this
Tech Niner, Sole'

Bout to make that $$# hot baby
Like this, yo


[Female singing]
I heard the party didn't stop
'Til Tech Niner got ill one man crew, runnin' through you

^!$$%s let their cash drop, ladies made that $$# hot
Make 'em say "ooh", that's what we do


[Tech]
This one's for the ^!$$%s' in the club
$#&@ed up, full of liquor

Fittin' to let the Tech N9ne feelin' hit ya
Everybody respect mine when I step up
INSANE (ish)

Killa, killa, doin' damage to a ^!$$% BRAIN (ish)
Haters can't maintain


[Sole']
Killin' everybody with the murderous flow
I'mma let a ^!$$% know 'bout fly Sole'

Bad to the bone with the $#&@ed up jump
So we all get drunk and crunk all day
We hard, let's keep all this marvelous %#@!

We killin' everything
And Tricky started all of this %#@!


[Tech]
Ay yo, get paid, never get sprayed
Takin Sole', be the brainiacs


[Sole' and Tech]
Warner Brothers and DreamWorks

So I guess we're Animaniacs
All the ^!$$%s in the back get with the ladies in the front
From side to side, we gon' survive and get what the $#&@ we want

That's right

[1: Sole' and Tech]

Ain't nobody $#&@in' wit it, y'all ^!$$%s forget it
Ain't nobody $#&@in' wit it, cuz we kill 'em
And these hoes and ^!$$%s know we keep it rough

And make it rougher
Cuz all we wanna see is you dancin' in the motha$#&@a


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[Tech]

I'm dancin' with this (*##$ with an $$# so fat
Had to dash to the back, hit that $$# from the back
With that $$# in my rap, put that $$# on the map

I come from 6-6, triple 8, 46, 99, 3's
All of my killas can't see, fill the ^!$$%s on the drive-by ki's
Ask me to bomb and I will

Ask me to be calm and I kill
I got that bomb style and your %#@! ain't real
Your %#@! is simply - unrealistic

Your (*##$ seek this, gets dismissed with a quickness
This lip sick, get the lipstick, kiss this dick
In a minute, I'mma bust this flow

I'mma let these suckas know
Nine millimeter is about to blow
And I'm out to get your ho

Puncuate the first to shake that $$# and get that cash stack
All the playa haters better stand back when I flashback
Ish hot, knowin' ??? in your club and I'm kinda scold dragon

Yo, I thought you heard Tech Niner got that ground control
All up in your (*##$'s roll with that $$# exposed, yo


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[Sole']
Na na na na na
You can not $#&@ with Tech N9ne and Sole'
Comin' with the rough %#@!
Off in the club, me and my girls lookin' lovely

Lots of killa thugs be wishin' they could $#&@ me
If you's a hustle man, throw your hands up
Throw my hands up, I did it cuz this ho just ran up
The way you bustas try to step to me, it's killin' me
Stank breath, mackin' law thrown out, 3 mil be drillin' me, no

Yellin' about ki's and dope, broke
I hope you take notes and shove this cake, about 20 down your throat
Scope, wash your mouth out with soap
Ladies dressed with power, awfully remote
Time, ^!$$% it's wine, throwin' rhymes, killa be mine

Blowin' nine, and I'mma shine, growin'
Hella $$# I'm showin'
I see you in the back freakin'
Everybody in the front tweekin'
While me and Tech be peakin'

Off in the club scene every weekend, we the %#@!
Throwin' rough ride full of grit, $$# that you wanna get
Twit, beware my bite it truly venomous when I spit
Beauty and the beast, you hear in the club or the street
On the back seat of your Jeep, over peak rollin' deep cuz...


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[Outro: Tech]
Ya know what I'm sayin'?

This ^!$$% Tricky got me drunk
Off this motha$#&@in' Hennessy and Alize' baby
We off in ATL kickin' it for Sole' baby, you know what I'm sayin'?
Too much $$# in one room baby
Shake what your motha$#&@in' mama gave ya
Tech Niner in this (*##$
For the year 2-thou baby

It's all delicious, Tech N9ne
(*##$

"Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce..."