Kutt Calhoun - Hit Me Back (feat. Tech N9ne) lyrics

Good afternoon, mmmm im legendary anchor man ron burgandy Im sitting here in my aquajet 9000 enjoying my usual meal of steak waffle french fries and of course, scotch Now if you dont think that this song is the greatest song eve i will fight you, thats no lie Who you be n***a, strange and beligerant.im the definition of stupid crazy and iganant Kutty is always into it,never know when im fitn to get saucy then get sh** bossy I take the p**y and christen it, pa** it to n***a krizz(?) and pretty soon its beast f**in your main little squeeze, and won't remember it, each moment intimate freaks moaning Im innocent,scream they want it in em. quick please. i won't cum in a b**h And even white hoes want address a brotha, caress a brotha so we just call them careful lovers Oh careful brotha, I used to slide out in the day but i ain't tryin to slide it out with some aid n***a yous feelz me I know they want some of that cloudy and naze so i just tell em and around by way its gunna k** me(2x) (Tech N9ne) If ya trippin I'mma hit'cha, betcha won't hit me back When I hit'cha with this tech I bet'cha won't hit me back I know ya hate the way I skeet in the lac, three gonn' be in the back with the semi, semi, semi Suwoop whoop suwoop whoop suwoop (Gunn be furious when I be checkin you!) When I got back with the Villians I got this feelin of togetherness, no better clique was reppin than harder than Villian/ I talked to Scooby the general, he told me trippin was minimal because'a the hardest in red, I told'im fill me in/ He told me rock, better yet bob runnin from kelly from cops to KC n put the red rag n rocks on Scoobynim/ Infected the midwest blocks, that was 85 now I'm locked on 57th n got cowards ready to do me in/ I'm 34 now, n still its war, how? Beacuse I rep 5 6 n 7 for sure pal/ N I dont walk with my n***as, or talk to my n***as no more, but me n the Villians n Hosses, n***as galorin n I'm lost in riches on tour n I'm off in b**hes n who*es n I'm tossin liquors in Florida n n***as in Denver are sore with us/ Oh why? Oh the crips n the bloods had n***as die, so how can you look me in the my eye/ Like cuz be, because I ain't smoked the lovely/ N went to the burrial ground n burried n***as who loved me/ Thats disrespect homie, we got respect only we dont bludgen n***as to d**h when in you jecks homies/ They put they specs on me glancin at my wrist watch/ Like I ain't with Deuce n Nick off in this spot/ Like I ain't got ties to the 56 block, real n***as that'll k** you, listenin to Slipknot/ Got us bustin out of a red Impalla/ n***as better call Africa Bambada/ Or Ja, Yawe, Jesus, then Allah, cuz n***as gunn' whip ya like a human pinyatta/ Halla, I'mma give a n***a necrosses, I'm hopeless when I'm in ya focus just notice my psychosis is the dopest/ N I'm about to get my n***as back into rap, with they straps in they lap, 57 with the gat, hit me back! If ya trippin I'mma hit'cha, betcha won't hit me back When I hit'cha with this tech I bet'cha won't hit me back I know ya hate the way I skeet in the lac, three gonn' be in the back with the semi, semi, semi Suwoop whoop suwoop whoop suwoop (Gunn be furious when I be checkin you!) So i get sh** back before i hit ya back When i click and clack n***a if its this and that If its frick and frack Blood i can get you back So whoop whoop so whoop And you can put a b**h on that I boost the view to prove that you just a batch Matter fact the dude will boost and ill k** his cap Oops i mean imposter invision that, better let it it ride or you can never hit me back. n***a If ya trippin I'mma hit'cha, betcha won't hit me back When I hit'cha with this tech I bet'cha won't hit me back I know ya hate the way I skeet in the lac, three gonn' be in the back with the semi, semi, semi Suwoop whoop suwoop whoop suwoop