Tech N9ne Collabos - Great Night lyrics

Drink, smoke up and Give up that stuff, b**h Give up that stuff, b**h Give up that stuff, b**h Give up that stuff, b**h Give up that stuff, b**h Give up that stuff, b**h Give up that stuff, b**h Give up that stuff, b**h Give up that stuff, b**h Give up that stuff, b**h Before the final destination we make a pit stop To get keisha then who sits in the back twist crops Every move a n***a make in the spot chicks watch So it's very little tick tock to get bought Start with Cadillac margaritas, the cat and that Gargle beatas you stabbin' that heart or haul It's the habit that scarred the nina But I'm buzzin' shots by the dozen Dare of the crew, Caribou Lou guzzlin' It's on like a dome light When you're tryin' to stuff a bong pipe and zone right We hit the nation, makin' punani precipitation And we only got three stipulations Drink, smoke up and Give up that stuff, b**h Give up that stuff, b**h Give up that stuff, b**h Give up that stuff, b**h Give up that stuff, b**h Give up that stuff, b**h Give up that stuff, b**h Give up that stuff, b**h Give up that stuff, b**h Give up that stuff, b**h Smoke one, drink some, get done Smoke one, drink some, get done Who do I resemble if I ain't ready and willin' I'm packin' a pack of k** but I'm straight with bein' a villain My bloody gear from yesterday's probably what I'm still in But a party ain't a party 'till Strange is up in the building Which is the way I murder a b**h I'm a Michael Vick And it's obvious she wants Donemis told me she like to lick it Said it was A-OK if you know the play I'mma stick it I'm flippin' wicked my scheisse I get it while taking' whip-its Dig it, I'm a shovel it's funny why try to play me Get high as f** then we f** I would say we are tidal wavy Bustin' right in your bu*t cause I know you don't want a baby I'm half a mile from oblivion still nobody could save me Drink, smoke up and Give up that stuff, b**h Give up that stuff, b**h Give up that stuff, b**h Give up that stuff, b**h Give up that stuff, b**h Give up that stuff, b**h Give up that stuff, b**h Give up that stuff, b**h Give up that stuff, b**h Give up that stuff, b**h Smoke one, drink some, get done Smoke one, drink some, get done Rollin' with the fellas tippin' vow pull a chella Two lips on the blizzy I flip I get busy Couple of chicks with me, thick as a brick city The liquor they sippin' on, pinker than Miss Piggy Bright lights, little city the middy big trouble Do me a dirty dozen deliver me six doubles Indica strain Malcolm, Malcolm is in the middle It's not the life all she about is that Jimmy Kimmel I don't have no patience for Prima Donnas But I'm havin' such a great night I'm bout to go easy on 'em Marijuana meet my boss, get in line or give it time But if you really want this sh** to solidify baby you better Drink, smoke up and Give up that stuff, b**h Give up that stuff, b**h Give up that stuff, b**h Give up that stuff, b**h Give up that stuff, b**h Give up that stuff, b**h Give up that stuff, b**h Give up that stuff, b**h Give up that stuff, b**h Give up that stuff, b**h