Paroles Ain't nobody fuckin' wit it Solé

Ain't nobody fuckin' wit it

[intro - tech]
Ha ha ha ha, we bout to do this
Tech niner, sole
Bout to make that ass hot baby
Like this, yo

[female singing]
I heard the party didnt stop
til tech niner got ill one man crew, runnin through you
Niggas let their cash drop, ladies made that ass hot
Make em say ooh, thats what we do

[tech]
This ones for the niggas in the club
Fucked 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 nigga brain (ish)
Haters cant maintain

[sole]
Killin everybody with the murderous flow
Imma let a nigga know bout fly sole
Bad to the bone with the fucked up jump
So we all get drunk and crunk all day
We hard, lets keep all this marvelous shit
We killin everything
And tricky started all of this shit

[tech]
Ay yo, get paid, never get sprayed
Takin sole, be the brainiacs

[sole and tech]
Warner brothers and dreamworks
So I guess were animaniacs
All the niggas in the back get with the ladies in the front
>from side to side, we gon survive and get what the fuck we want
Thats right

1 - [sole and tech]
Aint nobody fuckin wit it, yall niggas forget it
Aint nobody fuckin wit it, cuz we kill em
And these hoes and niggas know we keep it rough
And make it rougher
Cuz all we wanna see is you dancin in the mothafucka

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[tech]
Im dancin with this bitch with an ass so fat
Had to dash to the back, hit that ass from the back
With that ass in my rap, put that ass on the map
I come from 6-6, triple 8, 46, 99, 3s
All of my killas cant see, fill the niggas on the drive-by kis
Ask me to bomb and I will
Ask me to be calm and I kill
I got that bomb style and your shit aint real
Your shit is simply - unrealistic
Your bitch seek this, gets dismissed with a quickness
This lip sick, get the lipstick, kiss this dick
In a minute, imma bust this flow
Imma let these suckas know
Nine millimeter is about to blow
And Im out to get your ho
Puncuate the first to shake that ass and get that cash stack
All the playa haters better stand back when I flashback
Ish hot, knowin ? ? ? in your club and Im kinda scold dragon
Yo, I thought you heard tech niner got that ground control
All up in your bitchs roll with that ass exposed, yo

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[sole]
Na na na na na
You can not fuck with tech n9ne and sole
Comin with the rough shit
Off in the club, me and my girls lookin lovely
Lots of killa thugs be wishin they could fuck me
If yous 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, its killin me
Stank breath, mackin law thrown out, 3 mil be drillin me, no
Yellin about kis 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, nigga its wine, throwin rhymes, killa be mine
Blowin nine, and imma shine, growin
Hella ass Im 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 shit
Throwin rough ride full of grit, ass 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 Im sayin?
This nigga tricky got me drunk
Off this mothafuckin hennessy and alize baby
We off in atl kickin it for sole baby, you know what Im sayin?
Too much ass in one room baby
Shake what your mothafuckin mama gave ya
Tech niner in this bitch
For the year 2-thou baby
Its all delicious, tech n9ne
Bitch

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce...