Tech N9ne - Blapper lyrics

[Intro: T-Pain] [Verse 1: T-Pain] I keep seeing n***as tryin' to be my duplicates Running round acting like they be the poop and sh** Like they made a new groove and sh** I'm the leader of the new school and baby I got proof of it I pop my collar girl got these rapper n***as singing like we are the world Holler girl they calling me a switcher Or is it the switches on this Impala girl I talk sh** cause I can Smoking on that green we goin' green eggs and ham Adada mean adada say I'm superclean get out my face I had to go get F.A.B. again and Tha Bizness on this motherf**er slap again Nappy boy b**h you know the team If you ain't get the picture yet check your photo stream [Hook: Krizz Kaliko] This right here on the trump n***a that sh** bump n***a that sh** bump, n***a that sh** blank n***a that sh** slap, n***a that sh** blap So I'mma call it blapper, blapper Blapper, blapper, blapper, blapper Blapper, blapper, blapper, blapper Blapper, this is a blapper [Verse 2: Mr. F.A.B.] T.U.K. tu-tu-turn up king You n***as turn down like turnips Get your girl wetter than a scuba if she smell like tuna She get kicked out the ride no fifa So much T.R.U. religion I'm Buddha, got hoes like Luda I will never ever miss a Monifa Turn the music up I'mma pop a speaker She hit me on Twitter cause she know that I'm a tweaker What you doing brah? sh** I'm 'bout to murder this feature Pain put me in the game no bleachers, see ya See my style and wanna snatch it, fires Later wanna call hifi ratchet (Stop it) That's just LOL I know you don't hear me on the radio well I don't give a F I'm going to the right and you goin' to the left turn it! [Hook] [Verse 3: Krizz Kaliko] Kali to the ba-uh-bay, ba-uh-ba-uh-baby Shout out to the ba-uh-business, rockin the pavement I can get belligerent, ignorant, Christopher crazy Deliver it hot, like it's fresh up out of the bakery A hell of a n***a, you ain't seen me on television and Everyone listenin', me and Nina be in your system I still go Stewey-ooey, making your girlfriend get real gooey-ooey 816 boyz Missouri-ouri This sh** slaps like a bad kid Tecca Nina but Teddy Pain look what F.A.B. did I finger it like it's the sphincter of a bad b**h This beat is so thick look like it already done had kids So put this in your speaker box Call it an old school prank, cause this n***a knocks We reppin' from the bay to the A to the K to the C It's a blapper with a capital B [Hook] [Verse 4: Tech N9ne] I-dada mean, Molly is my medicine My mind, my dream, have her looking elegant My highlight is goin' fly by my wi-dife And hoin' my life is triumph for no one but that's irrelevant I'm tryin' to party, b**h I ain't the president I don't swat flies, cause b**h I am an elephant I'm in the party like dada-dada Drinking with Nory you know we got nadda fama But I peace for s** and, she's my best friend If she sleeps with Tech then keep a heap of cheques in My pad your lady give me money ain't my bad Your problem, cause you wifed a b**h in the ho column And I'm happy the morning after, smashed her Beat it up hella quick like I was Master IP Dip to my crib and I stash a grip Banging this beat I love it cause this a blapper b**h