Tech N9ne - Heemin lyrics

[Chorus: Fas$e] Heemin(we Heemin x3) Heemin(we Heemin x3) Heemin(we Heemin x3) [Verse 1: Mac Dre ] Now I stood on, many stages Spit on many mics Had s** with dikes hector tight coochie soften often Get into fights at bars I'm a boss and I'm coughing Off the grand daddy purp and a dolphin I will put a n***a in a coffin And make a b**h pay a n***a more often Dre got hips like he golfing Cuz Dre bring the sauce in get lost in the beat Like f**ing tossin the freak i skeet The heat it's the fire Mr. senior el flame on Need a b**h that strip not a plain hoe So we can bubble like a volcano Hey hoe Yeah b**h I'm talking to you do this hole here fith And can you walk in these shoes Im often in the booth ohh With my folks from the PO I'm a pimp I rap and I'm a CEO [Chorus: Fas$e] [Verse 2: Mac Duna] Lean on a n***a like tow park Beem on a n***a when the funk start Heemin a n***a mack mozart I'ma do me yall better play your part I'm the heir to the Thizz throne I'ma hold it done since Dre gone I know n***as wanna get their hate on But I murder everybody no Jim Jones Two cups full of that screw Rolling in the coupe Ferrari sign on it no roof Looking like the mother f**ing truth Especially when I scoop smack your baby mama say oop She heard Mac Duna got a big dick Nick name ruler not Slick Rick Crip blood get high when I hit a b**h Lay her on the gra** like a picnic [Chorus: Fas$e] [Verse 3: Tech N9ne] A n***a mixed everything with the lean Caviar gold on top of the codeine Put it all together I call it the slow green In the back of the benzy with the woman of your dreams, n***a She polishin' Nina so clean Put I'm so faded took a minute to blow cream When I finally did I think I started to grow wings That's what I get for sippin' and smokin' the whole thing Leanin, on the right side I wanted to fight guys I kick it when the night rise I'm like a kite flies I'm airborne, lions and tigers and bear p**n Man I'm trippin' what I'm seein' ain't got me in rare form She know what she get when she decided to wear jarm When I slow green, I'm vicious, keepin' the derriere warm Two Macs and a gat, we different and they're norm I'm f**ed up and a b**h got me wood like a chair arm [Chorus: Fas$e]