Tech N9ne

Tech N9ne - This Ring lyrics

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[1st verse]

This ring

Got me a top notch

Straight hot fox

We sought rocks

And the ewok slot

Was caught

Got dropped two

Playing hopscotch

On the block

Ought not twat plot

Yo for hops knot

I brought dots

This ring

Help me remain sane

No dame games

Came from bane

To a changed man

No cane thang

Refrain from gang bang

Slang a praying brain

Reigns family fame

Then came pain

Say hello to techn9ne

Everybody

Wanna be down with a nigga

Women get a whiff of the money

Thinking of taking it from me

They get up in the club

Giving the love

Throwing the pussy

Full of liquor and bud

Booty hopping around up in the mo

Get to looking around

Every ho wanna lick a nigga low

Infatuated

With niggas with dough

Get em in the sack

And try to make 'em let it go

Tech n9ne

Be autographing bitches

In front of rapping niggas

Who think of having figures

They get to grabbing triggas

They can't imagine villains

When they come back and get us

We get to whacking niggas

I ain't never

Wanted no parts of this

I don't never want to break

Another heart for this

Why the devil

Gotta make it

Why the lord

Wanna make something that'll kill

Something so marvelous

[hook]

This ring

Brings demeaning demons

In g-strings

Songs we sing

Make 'em fiend semen

And green things

Clinging

Dreaming

Thinking of being

Mrs. thing

With this ring

But if I wasn't tech n9ne

Bitches wouldn't even wanna be

With tech n9ne

If I did no music

Then would you

Respect mine

This wedding band

And music

Draws a line between life

And tech n9ne

[2nd verse]

This ring

Was supposed to protect a nigga

Best for niggas

Who couldn't stop having sex

With bitches

Bless the mrs.

Who stress to kiss us

Even though we spend our

Checks with strippers

Obsessed with clitorises

This ring

Made a nigga feel macho

Cry for

Lie for

Die for

My ho

Nigga I go face diablo

With a hostile gospel

If I can't have tres or cuatro

Little vatos

Imma let a lot flow

What they sell

Up in osco

Up a nostril

That sound like

Tech n9ne

Nigga where the weed

Where the mutha fuckin'

Blow

And the hoes

Next to me

Is ecstacy

Asking me if I wanna roll

Bitches never gave a fuck

About a fling

Makes it exciting

When a married nigga

Wanna fuck around

And bitch know he's down

For the fling

I've been tested

And a lot of times

Been invested

Didn't know this tech shit

Would constantly get a nigga

Molested

Been approached

By some of the best tricks

In the game

And they came strong

But I hanged on

To this ring

And I hope my son

Don't sing the same song

[hook]

This ring

Brings demeaning demons

In g-strings

Songs we sing

Make 'em fiend semen

And green things

Clinging

Dreaming

Thinking of being

Mrs. thing

With this ring

But if I wasn't tech n9ne

Bitches wouldn't even wanna be

With tech n9ne

If I did no music

Then would you

Respect mine

This wedding band

And music

Draws a line between life

And tech n9ne

[3rd verse]

Quincy j. told me

Superstars are good providers

But

Two times out of ten

When we're on tour

Family's not beside us

What

Can a nigga do

When he makes ends

Add more to the time they spend

While he make ends

Everything else breaking

And the bond at the house

May end

And your wifey steady yelling

'bout quality time

And you think

With all the fame and fortune

Shit ought to be fine

But what happens

When the divorce papers

Just gotta be signed

And you lose half

And your children

Cause you gotta be n9ne

I wanna relax with them

And spend time

To the maximum

But if silence is golden

Then me making noise

Is platinum

I gotta be tech

And daddy

And hubby

But music

Women mixed with family's ugly

I know and you know

That hell will be

Hot for a nigga's infidelity

But until then

God forgive me

For any promises that I broke

Family

Can I be

Forgiven

For all the liquor and weed

That I smoke

When I succeed will I cope

Will I still breathe

Without both

This ring

Tech n9ne

I don't know

But when I go

I'm leaving out dope

[hook]

This ring

Brings demeaning demons

In g-strings

Songs we sing

Make 'em fiend semen

And green things

Clinging

Dreaming

Thinking of being

Mrs. thing

With this ring

But if I wasn't tech n9ne

Bitches wouldn't even wanna be

With tech n9ne

If I did no music

Then would you

Respect mine

This wedding band

And music

Draws a line between life

And tech n9ne

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