Tech N9ne

Tech N9ne - Like Yeah lyrics

rate me

Hey

It's time to get into some sin

You been listenin' to gibberish hits in the interim

Them are done cause hear me come

To make you stand up, stand tough, hands up, damn ya

If you don't get it get rid of it, trip if you diggin' it

I guess I got more than my balls and my word

I got broads in a herd chasin' this and all on my nerves

They got the illness, they feel this realness, chill bitch

I got a bed that's too crowded for you to come get in it

I spit that Tech sheiza off to y'all

It's crazy, even Michael Jackson said it's off the wall

I brought the sickness, big Tech's lidless, Midwest

I be the best don't forget it nobody can get with it

So when you see me in the spot, bow down trick

I eat, drink, sleep, dress, look and sound rich

So jump up, they pumped up, crunked up, everyone must

Stop with the jealousy with me the haters be rivvited

(K-I-L-L) E to the R uh dot

Just ain't fair, that when I pop up the spot be like YEAH

Killer killer, it's the gorilla, and if they feel ya

They screamin' like yeah, yeah, yeah

Like yeah, yeah, yeah

Mister, mister, quick to get with'cha

Chick if she get a whip for this

She be like yeah, yeah, yeah

Like yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm back with the heat, and yes Young Fire produced it

With true spit, I get lots of relish with Strange Music

My crew's thick, deuce click, and guess who's with

Two chicks, in my lou of caribou sift

Everybody in the party will lose it

Vodka and Mountain Dew is the new shit

Thanks to Icey Rock and Demonica, we honor ya

And I get so much money sometimes it feel like I'm wearin' a Yamaka

You cannot monitor my money I'll monetarily astonish ya

So what's with the bad comments and all the drama for

I can produce a picture

Stop with the truths that hit ya

I'm at the top but I can be poppin' and shootin' with'cha

Chip on my shoulder now, Mr. Nice Guy is over wow

To a ritzy and older style, from ditzy and gomer pow

Look at my checks swell, chicks with wet tails

Ready to rock it in my pocket, got the Trojan Magnum XL's

(K-I-L-L) E to the R uh dot

Just ain't fair, that when I pop up the spot be like YEAH

Killer killer, it's the gorilla, and if they feel ya

They screamin' like yeah, yeah, yeah

Like yeah, yeah, yeah

Mister, mister, quick to get with'cha

Chick if she get a whip for this

She be like yeah, yeah, yeah

Like yeah, yeah, yeah

Tech N9ne, Yeah

I think they ready mang

Yeah, yeah, this is Kansas City mang

The industry's still punks, that's why they will slump

But when we

Havin' a good time to stackin' it with Travis we laid back

Doin' about a 150 with slaps in the Maybach

Haters of course you doubt, that I'm makin' a warped amount

I got Ozone, Murder Dog, XXL and Source accounts

So what's all the fuss about?

Killer in and remorse is out

Fuck

You heard that from the horse's mouth

It ain't coming from RBC, it ain't coming from Fontana

It's coming from Strange Music's don tana, in a calm manner

I say this in baritone, we come to get all cheddar

Hauntin' you in your dreams, you wake up screamin' in falsetta

MTV clipped me birthday bash show

I got fans like Kat Castro that'll boost my cash flow

MTV, completely we sick of it, you won't give a bit

Just look at my eyes, my blood, and my ligaments

You can see that Tecca Nina don't give a shit

(K-I-L-L) E to the R uh dot

Just ain't fair, that when I pop up the spot be like YEAH

Killer killer, it's the gorilla, and if they feel ya

They screamin' like yeah, yeah, yeah

Like yeah, yeah, yeah

Mister, mister, quick to get with'cha

Chick if she get a whip for this

She be like yeah, yeah, yeah

Like yeah, yeah, yeah

Thanks to Rayven for these lyrics

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