slumper it'll make the trunk thunder girl your rump give me lumber up under the sheets i can put ya in a real deep slumber and she said fuck tecca nina
times I've tryed Ay got to many good things to say So heres a message to mista Dj!!! [Chorus] Play my music like I died (To the Dj) Like the nina aint
the dark when they sleep On my incredible heat Fuck you, I'm fed up My fist for faggots and freaks Go tell your industry peeps that fuck peace released B
[Tech N9ne] This song is dedicated to Brian B'zl Dennis and all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians Real Riot Makers. This one right here's for the
saw us never did play with the labia all I ate was paella then ex b-tches its all part of the Tech riches so I get vicious,they know I keep with the best b
allemia lukemia nor sickle-cell anemia my virus may cause ensepalitis but it may cause panties scream a ya make em wanna give up the virginia tecca nina
coming, I'm running and dropping them bombs Still gunning, I'm willing and ready for war Get down with the clowns from ICP, B-O-N-E And the Kottonmouth
listen to these pop pussies 'cause they suck I love 50 Cent, he gritty when he vent but I'm rough And you can see it in my demeanor The Tech Nina will
finna be something to see 'Cause when I be drunk then it's sin to be humping with me If women be crunk and authentic we jump in the B In a minute we bump
and husky It must be Like a ride at Cedar Point in Sandusky Well whaddya know baby girl rushed me The TNA was so silky and fluffy Unjustly I crushed B
24 street, some nigga mean mugging Lynch, and I pop in a clip and I'm not finna get got, I'ma shoot before I'm shot for the fact I'm B-U-Double D-E-
it ride, the sucker stepped aside Still I bust because I'm loving' your warm embrace With you my passion, Nina squeeze off seventeen, for sure Hold you ever so tightly, I love you Nina
in my hood That can't be stopped, the older lady's they fear me The word was out for lil' kid's not to talk or come near me I'm on a stroll with my nina
west sider Rhymer for them niggaz that's sittin' on them Dayton wires Pump the bass, hit the switch 'cause Ice Cube Mack 10 and Dub-C, back up in this B
scheme my riches Too suspicious my glock rocks to your jaw Nigga just too vicious land of the lost Who's the boss get tossed have you seen her My nina
hood I'm jumpin out with the heat, peep Hit that block and stop, I'm in traffic Breakin with the deuce-five strap Call me a classic A b.g. bustin caps
I smoke, I drink B-Doctor, let's welcome 'em to the Vault baby Do it big nigga, do it big nigga Do it big nigga, stupid ass nigga I smoke, I drank (Yea