Sole - Ain't Nobody f**in' Wit It lyrics

(intro - tech) Ha ha ha ha, we bout to do this Tech niner, sole' Bout to make that a** hot baby Like this, yo (female singing) I heard the party didn't stop 'til tech niner 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) This one's for the n***as' in the club F**ked up, full of liquor Fittin' to let the tech n9ne feelin' hit ya Everybody respect mine when I step up Insane (ish) k**a, k**a, doin' damage to a n***a brain (ish) Haters can't maintain (sole') k**in' everybody with the murderous flow I'mma let a n***a know 'bout fly sole' Bad to the bone with the f**ked 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) Ay yo, get paid, never get sprayed Takin sole', be the brainiacs (sole' and tech) 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**k we want That's right 1 - (sole' and tech) Ain't nobody f**kin' wit it, y'all n***as forget it Ain't nobody f**kin' wit 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 dancin' in the mothaf**ka Repeat 1 (tech) 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 All of my k**as can't see, fill the n***as on the drive-by ki's Ask me to bomb and I will Ask me to be calm and I k** I got that bomb style and your sh** ain't real Your sh** is simply - unrealistic Your b**h seek this, 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**as know Nine millimeter is about to blow And I'm out to get your ho Puncuate the first to shake that a** and get that cash stack All the playa 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 niner got that ground control All up in your b**h's roll with that a** exposed, yo Repeat 1 Repeat 1 (sole') Na na na na na You can not f**k with tech n9ne and sole' Comin' with the rough sh** Off in the club, me and my girls lookin' lovely Lots of k**a thugs be wishin' they could f**k 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 bustas 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**a 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... Repeat 1 Repeat 1 Repeat 1 Repeat 1 (outro - tech) Ya know what I'm sayin'? This n***a tricky got me drunk Off this mothaf**kin' hennessy and alize' baby We off in atl kickin' it for sole' baby, you know what I'm sayin'? Too much a** in one room baby Shake what your mothaf**kin' mama gave ya Tech niner in this b**h For the year 2-thou baby It's all delicious, tech n9ne b**h "bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce..."