Tech N9ne - Say What Ya Wanna lyrics

[Intro: One Ton] It's Potluck back again (That's right) Sayin' that sh** you b**h-a** scared to say (Scared to say) Doin' that sh** you scary-a** scared to do (Scared to do) [Hook: One Ton] Say what you wanna say, say what you won't say Do what you wanna do, do what you won't do Be what I'm gonna be, that's all I got to be You just a wannabe, so back the f** up off of me [Verse 1: Underrated] Here we go again, it's the veteran, yo we better than Even your friends are pickin' me over them Got you breeze on the bed, on her knees givin' head Wannabe, but you never be what I been Lyrically, I'm a tank, never gonna quit, cause I gotta represent Make another hit, puffin' a little bit of the incredible sh** I got your girl on my mind, so I'm f**in' a b**h I'm all up in the beat, you pretend to be And it's better than the yay, cause it's meant to be Humboldt County is the place where they blaze the weed I bet you never believe, now take a blaze from me We gonna stop, drop, rock and roll Ain't not time to be geekin', we gonna do that though Flip that ho, kick that flow Make it to the top, then we get that dough! [Verse 2: One Ton] It ain't funny, you don't wanna play games Ask who's the best, and you better say James Normal thing, everyday, whoop a** and take names Sit your five dollar a** down, 'fore I make change Get you poppin' off, stalkin' the block All the b**hes better know that I'm hot in the spot Poppin' the Glock, got me a knot n***as need to know that I'm walkin' my talk It's on time, my coast gonna shine, shine, shine Can't see n***a, blind, blind, blind One Ton and the J.J. boy, f**in' three hoes, dime, dime, dime Haters back up, hoes gon' get smacked up Holla at the club when I get that love Hit it from the back while I smoke a fat dub Then I'm done and I get a back rub [Hook] (2X) [Verse 3: Tech N9ne] I'm the n***a with the vendetta, so I can be better, b**h A motherf**er that run over competitors No medicine in me, I'm better than many Sick in the cerebellum, tell 'em a n***a like a sedative I'mma do what I wanna do, when I do it You gonna be knowin' the second I do Because of the rain, because of the pain Ya n***as, the game, the Tecca Nina's Vexed and wreckin' your crew Say what you wanna say, I'm a real n***as so give me your dollar bill Takin' away from me, I'mma k** Givin' it to me and I'mma chill Can't nobody stop a n***a from makin' a mill' If I wanna put the Platinum off in the grill Maybe tryna find a b**h or two I wanna drill, a n***a will Be what I wanna be, get from in front of me If you ain't livin' or doin' what you feel Only take a minute for me to get up in it, homie You're a lieutenant, homie and I'm a general Sendin' you minimal n***as to hell Used to be makin' criminal mail Now I'll be makin' critical sails Never know when I might pop-up Better hope I never let the Glock bust Tryna battle n***as, then you got stuck Ain't nobody f**in' with Tech and the Potluck! Take a look around, look at the way I be goin' down Tecca Nina with the mo' flow Ain't no fake in the track, n***a, we shakin' the rap Makin' the tats - snake and the bat logo Gettin' money, f**in' b**hes on the low-low Sit her on my dick, and make her play pogo You can say what you wanna say, Nina f**in' your b**h Lookin' like a motherf**in' clown, n***a, Bozo [Hook] (2X) [Verse 4: Underrated] Who be the best? You gon' bet it's me With the sound underground, no MTV One Ton, Underrated, we the PLC Best group of the year and the century You better let me be, ain't no catchin' me All the girls get wet when they mention me When I'm flippin' and rippin' and takin' over control I bet you thinkin' you better, but you're an idiot though Get up and go, mayne, you illiterate, bro Don't you ever be thinkin' you can match the flow I'm unmatchable, with a sack of dro' When I'm high, talkin' sh** like John McEnroe We gon' stack the dough, get a 'Lac and roll Gettin' blown in the back with a naked ho Cakin' the dough, pack another bowl, move slow Smoke an ounce 'til my brain cells go! Bye-bye, we fly, the sky, so high And where the f** we from? Don't die, we cry, West Side, fo' life! And we gon' do it now Blowin' up, news style, boom-blowh f** you up, with a look like, "Who Now?" Got your whole crew shook, when they go down Flow and grow, we don't know when to slow down! [Hook] (2X)