Say What U Wanna - Potluck, Tech N9ne

Say What U Wanna - Potluck, Tech N9ne

Альбом
Greatest Hits with My Buds
Год
2010
Язык
`Angļu`
Длительность
284180

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Say What U Wanna

Potluck, Tech N9ne

Say what you wanna say, say what you won’t say

Do what you wanna do, do what you won’t do

Be what I’m gonna be, that’s all I got to be

You just a wannabe, so back the fuck up off of me

Here we go again, it’s the veteran, yo we better than

Even your friends are pickin' me over them

Got you breeze on the bed, on her knees givin' head

Wannabe, but you never be what I been

Lyrically, I’m a tank, never gonna quit, cause I gotta represent

Make another hit, puffin' a little bit of the incredible shit

I got your girl on my mind, so I’m fuckin' a bitch

I’m all up in the beat, you pretend to be

And it’s better than the yay, cause it’s meant to be

Humboldt County is the place where they blaze the weed

I bet you never believe, now take a blaze from me

We gonna stop, drop, rock and roll

Ain’t not time to be geekin', we gonna do that though

Flip that ho, kick that flow

Make it to the top, then we get that dough!

It ain’t funny, you don’t wanna play games

Ask who’s the best, and you better say James

Normal thing, everyday, whoop ass and take names

Sit your five dollar ass down, 'fore I make change

Get you poppin' off, stalkin' the block

All the bitches better know that I’m hot in the spot

Poppin' the Glock, got me a knot

Niggas need to know that I’m walkin' my talk

It’s on time, my coast gonna shine, shine, shine

Can’t see nigga, blind, blind, blind

One Ton and the J.J.

boy, fuckin' three hoes, dime, dime, dime

Haters back up, hoes gon' get smacked up

Holla at the club when I get that love

Hit it from the back while I smoke a fat dub

Then I’m done and I get a back rub

I’m the nigga with the vendetta, so I can be better, bitch

A motherfucker that run over competitors

No medicine in me, I’m better than many

Sick in the cerebellum, tell 'em a nigga like a sedative

I’mma do what I wanna do, when I do it

You gonna be knowin' the second I do

Because of the rain, because of the pain

Ya niggas, the game, the Tecca Nina’s

Vexed and wreckin' your crew

Say what you wanna say, I’m a real

Niggas so give me your dollar bill

Takin' away from me, I’mma kill

Givin' it to me and I’mma chill

Can’t nobody stop a nigga from makin' a mill'

If I wanna put the Platinum off in the grill

Maybe tryna find a bitch or two I wanna drill, a nigga will

Be what I wanna be, get from in front of me

If you ain’t livin' or doin' what you feel

Only take a minute for me to get up in it, homie

You’re a lieutenant, cronie and I’m a general

Sendin' you minimal niggas to hell

Used to be makin' criminal mail

Now I’ll be makin' critical sails

Never know when I might pop-up

Better hope I never let the Glock bust

Tryna battle niggas, then you got stuck

Ain’t nobody fuckin' with Tech and the Potluck!

Take a look around, look at the way I be goin' down

Tecca Nina with the mo' flow

Ain’t no fake in the track, nigga, we shakin' the rap

Makin' the tats — snake and the bat logo

Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches on the low-low

Sit her on my dick, and make her play pogo

You can say what you wanna say, Nina fuckin' your bitch

Lookin' like a motherfuckin' clown, nigga, Bozo

Who be the best?

You gon' bet it’s me

With the sound underground, no MTV

One Ton, Underrated, we the PLC

Best group of the year and the century

You better let me be, ain’t no catchin' me

All the girls get wet when they mention me

When I’m flippin' and rippin' and takin' over control

I bet you thinkin' you better, but you’re an idiot though

Get up and go, mayne, you illiterate, bro

Don’t you ever be thinkin' you can match the flow

I’m unmatchable, with a sack of dro'

When I’m high, talkin' shit like John McEnroe

We gon' stack the dough, get a 'Lac and roll

Gettin' blown in the back with a naked ho

Cakin' the dough, pack another bowl, move slow

Smoke an ounce 'til my brain cells go!

Bye-bye, we fly, the sky, so high

And where the fuck we from?

Don’t die, we cry, West Side, fo' life!

And we gon' do it now

Blowin' up, news style, boom-blowh

Fuck you up, with a look like, «Who Now?»

Got your whole crew shook, when they go down

Flow and grow, we don’t know when to slow down!

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