Tech N9ne - The Pick Up lyrics

Tech N9ne: It was a Sunday night around 8:30 P.M. I was rolling by myself in the Benz leaving Swope Park banging some of the homie Fat Tone's cla**ic sh**. So I'm rolling down Meyer Blvd. then I busted a right on Prospect looking to be seen by a bad b**h, and what do you know? A stallion. Ass like *explosion* Chest like *bullets flying, "Ooh, Areolas!"* Lips like *smooch* Dwamn! So I pulled right next to her on the corner of 63rd Street 'bout to front like I'm 'bout to sell her my CD and said: T: What's sizzlin' mama, what's crackin'? "Cuz": Wha**up cuz T: Ahem, nah, I'm just trying to sell you this CD. Nah, you know what, you so fine, I don't even wanna sell you the CD. I'mm give you the CD, baby C: Aw yeah, cuz? (Ugh) What's this sh**, cuz? T: It's my new sh**, baby C: This some Tech N9ne sh** cuz? T: Y-yeah? C: Aw nah, I don't want this devil worshiper sh** cuz, I'm good cuz T: Anyway n***a, I'm just tryna give you the goddamn CD. Y'know what? C: Nah cuz, nah. Nah T: Listen, listen, look. Hold on, let's -- let's walk over here to my trunk, I got some new sh**. Come on, come on, come on over here. I got some other artists you might -- you might like some Big Scoob sh** or something. Come on, come on, come on, come on. Check this out C: Let me check this sh** out cuz T: Let me pop this trunk C: What'chu got cuz? T: Get yo' motherf**ing a** in the f**in'--