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feat. Paul Wall, The Popper)

Get the fuck outta here (Nine)
Get the fuck outta here (Popper)
Get the fuck outta here (Wall)
Get the fuck outta here (Yeah)

[Tech N9ne - Verse 1]

[Tech N9ne]
Yea, you might not like some of the things i do. Or, the things i say, but gaurantee, you gone love me tomorrow. For sure,
She love me, she love me not. But i'll never be all touchey, lovey, dovey, for what he got.
Suddenly, kissey, huggey, what is for me the buddy slot. But there callin me to put it right in the open, it could be an ugly stop.
She's looking to be caressed on the reg. (Cha) Fetched on the reg. (Cha) Sex on the reg only tech's on the bread, with nothing but busting percussion and checks on the head. And she huffing and puffing cause wasn't no tech on the bed.
And she dont like that Tech N9ne persona. Groupies more groupies for chew they be juicy like John Belushi. Like the one that do movies, Ay, caramba. You google me, i'm beyond the boobies and champagne yea!
Bomba clot, don't shrug me cause i'm the rapper, but again you fond of the slacker that's been on ya. Love, peace and your honor just trusting can calm ya, she stoned, now i'm home, but she gone love me mañana.

Other rap is out commission
to the mouth they 'bout to listen
do it up Reroute conditions make you bounce without permission
Check it out we 'about to glisten
bring 'em out we scout them chickens
We don't need no strife in this cause life's a bitch
never doubt we thizzlin'
Better triple lock your vixens