Like Yeah - Tech N9ne: testi di canzoni, video musicali e concerti

Like Yeah

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Like Yeah è stato pubblicato il 1 luglio 2008 da SoundHouse – Acquired Strange Music Assets come parte dell'album Killer

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Data di uscita1 luglio 2008

EtichettaSoundHouse – Acquired Strange Music Assets

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM76

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Tech N9ne

Performer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Tramaine "Youngfyre" Winfrey

Tramaine "Youngfyre" Winfrey

Producer

Testi

[Verse 1]

Hey, it's time to get into some sin

You been listening to gibberish hits in the interim

Them are done 'cause here me come

To make you stand up, stand tough, hands up, damn ya

If you don't get it, get rid of it, trip if you're digging it

I guess I got more than my balls and my word

I got broads on a herd chasing this and all on my nerves

They got the illness, they feel this realness

Chill, bitch

I got the bed that's too crowded for you to come get in it

I spit that TEC sheisse off to y'all

It's crazy, even Michael Jackson said it's off the wall

I brought the sickness, big TECs, live less, Midwest

I be the best, don't forget, nobody can get with it

[Verse 2]

So when you see me in the spot, bow down, trick

I eat, drink, sleep, dress, look, and sound rich

So jump up, get pumped up, crunked up, everyone must

Stop with the jealousy, with me the haters be riveted

(K I L L)

E to the R, thot, it just ain't fair

When I pop up, the spot be like, yeah

[Verse 3]

Killer, killer, it's the gorilla

And if they feel ya, they screaming like

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Like yeah, yeah, yeah

Mister, mister quick to get with ya

Chick if she get the whip for this

She be like

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Like yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 4]

I'm back with the heat and yes, Young Fire produced it

With true spit, I get lots of relish with strange music

My crew's thick, dudes click and guess who's with two chicks

In my loo of caribou sift

That super do lift, everybody in the party will lose it

Vodka and Mountain Dew is the new shit

Thanks to Icey Rock and Demonica, we honor ya

And I get so much money

Sometimes it feel like I'm wearing a yarmulke

You cannot monitor my money

I monetarily astonish ya

So what's all the bad comments and all the drama for?

[Verse 5]

I can produce a picture, stop with the truth and hit ya

I'm at the top, but I be popping and shooting with ya

[Verse 6]

Tip of my shoulder now, Mr. Nice Guy is over, wow

To a ritzy and older style from ditzy and gomer, pow

Look at my checks swell, chicks with wet tails

Ready to rock it, in my pocket got the Trojan magnum XLs

[Verse 7]

(K I L L)

E to the R, thot, it just ain't fair

That when I pop up the spot be like, yeah

[Verse 8]

Killer, killer, it's the gorilla

And if they feel ya, they screaming like

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Like yeah, yeah, yeah

Mister, mister quick to get with ya

Chick if she get the whip for this

She be like

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Like yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 9]

Tech N9ne, yeah

I think they with me, mane

Yeah, yeah, this is Kansas City, mane

The industry's still punks, that's why they real slum

But when we end this, drop all our records, we will dump

Having a good time, just stacking it with Travis, we laid back

Doing about a hundred and fifty with slots in the Maybach

Haters, of course you doubt that I'm making a warped amount

I got ozone, murder dogs, double XL, and surf accounts

What's all the fuss about?

Killer in and remorse is out

Fuck Bucks a Remy, you heard that from the horse's mouth

It ain't coming from RBC, it ain't coming from Fontana

It's coming from Strange Music, Don Tana in a calm manner

I say this in baritone, we come to get all cheddar

Hunting you in your dreams, you wake up screaming in falsetto

MTV clipped me, birthday bash show

I got fans like Cat Castro that will boost my cash flow

MTV, completely we sick of it, won't give a bit

Just look at my eyes and my blood and my ligaments

You can see that Tech N9ne don't give a shit

[Verse 10]

(K I L L)

E to the R, thot, it just ain't fair

That when I pop up the spot be like, yeah

[Verse 11]

Killer, killer, it's the gorilla

And if they feel ya, they screaming like

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Like yeah, yeah, yeah

Mister, mister quick to get with ya

Chick if she get the whip for this

She be like

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Like yeah, yeah, yeah

Written by: Aaron D. Yates, Samuel Watson, Tramaine Micheal Winfrey

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