Tech N9ne - Be Right Back lyrics

Y'all done did it this time (Aha) I ain't lettin that ride (ride) (Yeah) Y'all done did it this time Better not let me go outside [Verse 1: Krizz Kaliko] Say somethin' say it again, I dare ya! I got somethin' that'll do a little more than scare ya They say wear a raincoat or we might get wet Well I ain't met a motha (HEH) who can do that yet! Talkin that jibbity jabba bout to put some hot ones through us Do somethin' to us, talk go through us Your girlie wanna do us, the Snake and the Bat cats She off some of that fluid, just for shakin that back fat We come in peace, but you know we got our pieces Can be the beast, takin out all 32 teeth is Cuz church folks got limits to that limits you to minuscule Words you can use to make criminals diminish you Finish you and your women too, wet you like a swimmin poo' That 80's baby face got 44's and turned to 88's But keep em in my holster I'm supposed to be the nice guy Don't do me like that, keep on poppin off then I'll be right back [Hook] Keep on disrespectin' me homie And I'll be right back, I'll be, I'll be right back, I-I'll be right back You done said somethin' slick to me? And I'll be right back, I'll be, I'll be right back, I-I'll be right back Back up, Back up give me room boy And I'll be right back, I'll be, I'll be right back, I-I'll be right back Told me, told me bust a move well And I'll be right back, I'll be, I'll be right back, I-I'll be right back [Verse 2: Big Scoob] These slick talkin' disrespectful bad mouthing the gods It's lil buddy thinkin gully I'mma give him his chop Knock his hinges with the vengeance; so precise with the heat Like Adam Jones from on the throne; I send my dogs to the streets Young thundas wit' no blunders, make the hit then they wonder Roguish villains made a k**in? That's the question they ponder Old head street villain with the tricks of the trade I'f I'm Sicily my history a n***a be made Well paid, legendary from my time in the field I call the plays, I'm quarterbackin, I'm a boss in the Ville Send em seein', chasin cream, movin dolo for green Not what it seems? Call the team, have you blitzed like a fiend Paparazzi's flashin choppies hundred pictures wit' papi While I never left the party slammin liquor wit' mommy Leave my message with this reference; I ain't givin' no slack Slick talkin', disrespectful boy them dogs'll be back [Hook] [Verse 3: Tech N9ne] YATES! Why you yellin' on my phone like you major Actin like you k**in' your witness somebody paid ya' If you really want N9na in ya spot then I can aid ya' I'll be right back on tour then me and my rellies invade ya' n***a I got riders in Fresno, never scared to let lead go Your message was womanish betta yet it sounded real lesbo Like a gay woman you trip cuz anotha b**h said so Just tell the truth you trippin' cuz I'm reppin that red though But don't be actin like you don' know C-Bo is my family And you claimin' West Coast Mafia soundin' real Ghandi C-Bo don't be runnin' wit n***as feelin' dandy in panties Instead of a man these pansies hand me a shanty Stop callin' me from a private number violent gunner In a silent slumber, die and it wonders, rise at thunder Is it because ya chick gave me a night cap and you don't like that? Well don't worry homie my tour is comin I'll be right back [Hook]