Tech N9ne - Ain't Nobody f**in' Wit It lyrics

[Intro: Tech N9ne] Ha-ha-ha-ha, we 'bout to do this Tech Nina, Sole 'Bout to make that a** hot baby Like this, yo [Female singing] I heard the party didn't stop 'Til Tech Nina got ill one man crew, runnin' through you n***as let their cash drop, ladies made that a** hot Make 'em say "ooh", that's what we do [Tech N9ne] This one's for the n***as in the club f**ed up, full of liquor Fittin' to let the Tech N9ne feelin' hit you Everybody respect mine when I spit the INSANE (Ish) k**er, k**er, doin' damage to a n***a BRAIN (Ish) Haters can't maintain [Sole] k**in' everybody with a Midwest flow I'mma let a n***a know 'bout fly Sole Bad to the bone, with the f**ed up jump So we all get drunk and crunk all day We hard, let's keep all this marvelous sh** We k**in' everything And Tricky started all of this sh** [Tech N9ne & Sole] Ayo, get paid, never get sprayed Tech and Sole be the brainiacs Warner Brothers and DreamWorks So I guess we're Animaniacs All the n***as in the back Get with the ladies in the front From side to side, we gon' survive And get what the f** we want That's right [Hook: Sole & Tech N9ne] (2X) Ain't nobody f**ing with it, y'all n***as forget it Ain't nobody f**ing with it, cause we k** 'em And these hoes and n***as know we keep it rough And make it rougher Cause all we wanna see is you dancing in the motherf**er [Tech N9ne] I'm dancin' with this b**h with an a** so fat Had to dash to the back hit that a** from the back With that a** in my rap put that a** on the map I come from 6-6 triple-8 46 99 3's Home of the k**ers KC villain n***as on the grind buying G's Ask me to bomb and I will, ask me to be calm and I k** I got that wild style and your sh** ain't real Your sh** is simply un-real-is-tic Your b**h sickness gets dismissed with a quickness This lip sick get the lipstick kiss this dick In a minute I'mma bust this flow, I'mma let these s**ers know Nine millimeter is about to blow and I'm out to get your ho Percolate the first to shake that a** and get that cash stack All the player haters better stand back when I flashback Ish hot, knowin' (?) in your club and I'm kinda scold dragon Yo, I thought you heard Tech Nina got that ground control All up in your b**h's bra with that a** exposed, yo [Hook: Sole & Tech N9ne] (2X) [Sole] Na-na-na-na-na, you can not f** with Tech N9ne and Sole, comin' with the rough sh** Off in the club, me and my girls lookin' lovely Lots of k**er thugs be wishin' they could f** me If you's a hustle man, throw your hands up Throw my hands up, I did it cause this ho just ran up The way you busters try to step to me, it's k**in' me Stank breath, mackin' law thrown out, 3 mil be drillin' me, no Yellin' about ki's and dope, broke I hope you take notes and shove this cake, about 20 down your throat Scope, wash your mouth out with soap Ladies dressed with power, awfully remote Time, n***a it's wine, throwin' rhymes, k**er be mine Blowin' nine, and I'mma shine, growin' Hella a** I'm showin', I see you in the back freakin' Everybody in the front tweekin', while me and Tech be peakin' Off in the club scene every weekend, we the sh** Throwin' rough ride full of grit, a** that you wanna get Twit, beware my bite it truly venomous when I spit Beauty and the beast, you hear in the club or the street On the back seat of your Jeep, over peak rollin' deep cause [Hook: Sole & Tech N9ne] (4X) [Outro: Tech] Ya know what I'm sayin'? This n***a Tricky got me drunk Off this motherf**in' Hennessy and Alize baby We off in ATL kickin' it for Sole baby You know what I'm shizzlin'? Too much a** in one room baby Shake what your motherf**in' mama gave ya Tech Nina in this b**h For the year 2-thou baby It's all delicious, Tech N9ne, b**h (Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce...)