B.I.T.C.H. (feat. T-Pain)

No, you ain't supposed to put on your devil suit When you come up in the church, young man Now they ain't about to think you a rebel You 'bout to make them think you birthed from flames La la la-di-da-da, wanna be on TV just to show out for mi mama But breakin' into colored houses, admit That it's a bitch when you sick like this Puttin' all the face paint I can put on Put my black jeans and black hood on That's your TV I just stood on With a faded habit this brother swerves when I sip vodka I'm the latest rabbit, in other words; I'm a hip-hopper You disc jockers never played me, you said my shit stopped ya 2001, I mixed opera now every cliques' got the Sick caca with lots of rippin' about they chips, oughta Listen to this quick chopper flippin' and poppin' With the spirit of Pac and Big Poppa! Ya! This for your motherfuckin' rap quotes My shit is surprisin' and shockin' like Barack votes The traps broke when I rapped with Tunechi and Stacks though OG Mug said I'm gonna be the first rapper to cross over to black folk Ya, I'm breakin' into colored houses Polo boots and hella dark-colored outfits Ya, I'm breakin' into colored houses Fellas better put a chastity belt on your spouses Man, it must suck to be you niggas Cause it don't suck to be this rich If you not fuckin' with me, brethren You can suck upon this dick Man I just get it how we get it where I live Somebody better call 911 (Call 911) I'm breakin' in these niggas cribs! Yeah, we out here workin' One things fo' sho', two things for certain I'm for real! That's how I live Somebody better call 911 (Call 911) I'm breakin' in these niggas cribs! Since 2001 my people dodged me like Durango Now at my shows I see more N-words than Django (From Missouri) like Nelly, Chingy, and Chain Hang Low But Kansas City somewhere over the rainbow I'm in yo' house baby, I'm in yo' living room Lookin' down yo' blouse lady, and everybody is in tune To Tech Ninna, sex fiend a threat to his and whom They got a beautiful woman and givin' poon They want it cause I'm bout to be big and BOOM Breakin' into colored houses is hard, mane Cause everybody got guns And they got dogs And they got bars mane But I'm comin' thru that TV All the ghetto is gon' see me Sippin' the KC Tea Now you know Tech N9ne now everybody want a freebie! Ya, I'm breakin' into colored houses Polo boots and hella dark-colored outfits Ya, I'm breakin' into colored houses Fellas better put a chastity belt on your spouses Man, it must suck to be you niggas Cause it don't suck to be this rich If you not fuckin' with me, brethren You can suck upon this dick Man I just get it how we get it where I live Somebody better call 911 (Call 911) I'm breakin' in these niggas cribs! Yeah, we out here workin' One things fo' sho', two things for certain I'm for real! That's how I live Somebody better call 911 (Call 911) I'm breakin' in these niggas cribs! My people missin me, like Diana Ross No this ain't MMG, but I am a boss Although I'm wicked see, I'm fly and I floss So why am I lost Like my jam is off Yes you a day late Better late than never I'm a veteran My cheddar been truly silly like Stevie J face Every last one of these evil haters they see me vacate Tip to the crib, turn on the television and see my face like, "Hey, wait..." Man, it must suck to be you niggas Cause it don't suck to be this rich If you not fuckin' with me, brethren You can suck upon this dick Man I just get it how we get it where I live Somebody better call 911 (Call 911) I'm breakin' in these niggas cribs! Yeah, we out here workin' One things fo' sho', two things for certain I'm for real! That's how I live Somebody better call 911 (Call 911) I'm breakin' in these niggas cribs!