Tech N9ne

[fox69]

"Boy Toy"
(feat. Shabba Ranks)

"Boy Toy"
(feat. Shabba Ranks)



Yo krizz?
Hm?
I really knocked the boots in those two big butt females last night
Yeeesh!
Yeah man I'm on my way too westport to find two more freaks
Woooooord

I already play with your friends
Now I wanna play with you
I already, I already with your friends
Now I wanna play with you
Boy toy, boy boy boy toy
I already play with your friends
Now I wanna play with you
Boy toy, boy boy boy toy
I already play with your friends
Now I wanna play with you

I should not be one you take too moms
Unless your moms talks the face the bomb
I don’t wanna know if you have some grey pupan
Just great punan and a laid coupon
I’m excited for you to find me invited I’ll get your hiny ignited
I’ll get you slimy and slided, inside I might even bite it
I can get mighty and violent
Baby why even fight it you and your girl haides invited
To come right over in your PJ’s
The day with your B.F. was not easy
So you’re telling your girls the game we play
Called I’m in love with your VJ
Sign me up so get behind the but
All you gotta have is T.N.A to whine me up
All creeds even louds beauty’s needing the coy coy
Ozy women oy oy they’re lovin this boy toy

[Hook:]
I already play with your friends
Now I wanna play with you
I already, I already with your friends
Now I wanna play with you
Boy toy, boy boy boy toy
I already play with your friends
Now I wanna play with you
Boy toy, boy boy boy toy
I already play with your friends
Now I wanna play with you

Turn me on I'mma let the black mamba loose
Really sexy ladies meet my anaconda swoop
Women wonder whose got the long masseuse
Pop my stick in your mouth and its as sweet as jumba juice
Real hard it will barge in too a ladys nani will card teeny boppers
That get the spill guard, hills stars for women standing amity ville
Yard this fantasy now real time with Bill MARKS
Time is ticking come find this dickin be mine for stickin
I love it when I find she lickin on me
Grind and twitchin design for pitchin the line for missin
I dug it I’ll be hind the thicky homie
Don’t rate I’m horny and don’t hate on any permanent situation
Yeah God I don’t date but I’m gone mate and my power stay on late
And the best thing about this boy toy is I don’t break

[Hook]

B O Y T O Y me so fly, wanna play with me
She know why she’s gone buy the bone guy
’cause I display the d
And nothing else I'm good for your fucking health
You’re looking for love and help
And sick of just rubbin self
I got you, I don’t fake with this boy toy shit
If you wanna play just hit me up and kiss my joy stick
Mhm I love it
You love what?
That
What about me?

 

[fox69]

"Breathe"

"Breathe"


[Verse 1:]
Never duck another mother fucker repeat it
Never duck another mother fucker
Nigga better delete it
Put the cerebellum in killa mode
For real a foe can never get
with what a gorilla know
Killa syllable fillin'
yo biblical ritual the shit to get rid of yo pain
Hearin your pitiful game,
this is political pain
Deep in the pit of yo brain let it rain
with a unforgettable aim
Nigga lookin' for a spot to bust
Cause the homie that you killed meant a lot to us
Buck instead of lookin' for a cock to fuck
Kill a nigga like he was rockin' a swastika
You can do it but you blew it cause you lockin' up
Get your ride on nigga is you rock or what?
Lots of luck,
you're really gonna need it hella heated
Mother fucker let the glock erupt, Box him up

[Hook:]
I don't wanna be the one
to get a milla meter in the gut
I wanna be the one to hit' em with another milli
Cut up in the middle I'm a little sick
And different And I meant it
when I said it you remember that?
(Hell mother fuckin' yeah)
You don't wanna get in trouble
With a nigga like the Teccanina
if you're lookin' like a enemy, bust
We don't ever stop and take a minute we
just...

[Chorus:]
(BREATHE!)
Hey son what the fuck are you duckin' from?
(BREATHE!)
They come bets to fight every fuckin'one
(BREATHE!)
Say some punks around and some bumpin' gums (or bustin' guns)
(BREATHE!)
Spray guns might result in you bussin' some
(BREATHE!)

[Verse 2:]
Never let a hatin' muh' fucker
see ya sweat
Bleed the chest no need regret
A fun day caper a Sunday paper
So I can read the rest
I can dig it you can dig it
Put a nigga in the grave
if he hate or penetrate
the loop of love a nigga made
if you step into me
you will never benefit
Nigga if I start it Imma finish it
Run up on a mother fucka while he fuckin' a chick
Put a bullet in her head while she suckin' the dick
Wasn't a bit of evidence baby it's irrelevant
You got it with yo nigga that's the luck of the grit
Bring pain 2 everyone, in your face with the bane
You bury some, It's a mother fuckin' shame we carry guns
If you don't you insane or very dumb
Teccanina's too rough (too rough), too hard (too hard),
too tough (too tough), you scarred (you scarred)
'Cause a nigga know a mother fuckin' round will spit
Fuckin' around with the killa clown and shit.

[Hook 2:]
If you really wanna do it nigga we can step into it
Put us up against some mother fuckers
and we runnin' thru it
Fuck a nigga buck a nigga
if he think he's a gorilla
Meant I when I said it you remember that
(hell mother fuckin' yeah)
You don't wanna get in trouble
With a nigga like the Teccanina
if you're lookin' like a enemy, bust
We don't ever stop and take a minute we
just...

[Chorus:]
(BREATHE!)
Hey son what the fuck are you duckin' from?
(BREATHE!)
They come pass the pipe before we fuck him up
(BREATHE!)
Say some punks around and some punks get ghost
(BREATHE!)
Spray guns might result in you bussin' some
(BREATHE!)

[Verse 3:]
Get sprayed by the Tech 9 handgun
Now I'm on the out run
Flowin' the beginning hot cooked will done
Fuckin' wit a crazy insane warlord
Punks wanna trip but they know
I'm too mother fuckin' hard
Deadly ticking like a time bomb
Fuckin' with me you were think you were in Vietnam
When I explode ain't nuttin left
but remains for those who are froze
For fuckin' wit a nigga insane
Mentally minded mad mother fuckin' mad man
is out to attack
Sinkin' punks like quick sand
droppin' and poppin'
Any punk that bucks up bring a body bag
If you wanna get fucked up
There it is you little bitch made nigga
start runnin' when I'm playin' with the trigga
of an uzi a twelve gauge, it really don't matter,
Many suckas die when the shot gun scatter
From block 2 block, hood 2 hood, street 2 street
Boy you can't fuck with me
So for those who chose to jump up and talk shit
Admit ya bitch your little ass got lit

[Hook:]
I don't wanna be the one
to get a milla meter in the gut
I wanna be the one to hit' em with another milli
Cut up in the middle I'm a little sick
And different And I meant it
when I said it you remember that?
(Hell mother fuckin' yeah)
You don't wanna get in trouble
With a nigga like the Teccanina
if your lookin' like a enemy, bust
We don't ever stop and take a minute we
just...

[Chorus (2x):]
(BREATHE!)
Hey son what the fuck are you duckin' from?
(BREATHE!)
They come pass the pipe before we fuck him up
(BREATHE!)
Say some punks around and some punks get ghost
(BREATHE!)
Spray guns might result in you bussin' some
(BREATHE!)

 

[fox69]

"Burn It Down"
(feat. Ryan Bradley)

"Burn It Down"
(feat. Ryan Bradley)



(Down) [x4]
Burn it down (Down), down, down, down
(Down) down, down, down, down
Burn it down (Down), down, down, down
(Down) down, down, down, down

[Hook - Ryan Bradley:]
You build me up, you build me up
To watch me fall, It's under dust
Is this the place, I used to love?
Can't take no more, I've had enough
So burn it down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down
Burn it down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down

They lift you up and preach you
Then try to pull you down and beat you
They're no longer peaceful
Never knew a buddy would become see-through
Make it up so high, they can't reach you
They just feel the wind beneath you
Camaraderie's a plum oddity, with some modesty
People apology, who lovin' me never a dollar tree wanted
But they wanna demolish me, question mark
When they know I'm blessed at heart
Try to test Tech when I poke at they chest and bark
Givin' my blood, sweat, tears and flesh in art
But they come in my circle and make a mess, then dart
I feel like they wishin' for me to be dissin' so they can be quick and then witness me (falling down)
Gotta know that'll never happen, forever rappin'
So burning it down is the mission
Dismissin' got a brand new condition, I'm (falling down)
Kill 'em in a really clever fashion

[Hook]

Why would a good businessman sign a artist
And he really believes he rhymes the hardest
And spend a lot of money and time just to start it
And you think he don't want you to make it sounds ret--
Uh, Trav ain't the target, I ain't the puppet
If you got negativity boy, you better tuck it
Givin' everything and they trippin', I had enough
It, took me a while for this menace and now, fuck it
Give 'em a record deal, plus the CDs
Take 'em all on tour to give 'em the ups
Put 'em on my record, I do my verse and then I send it to them so I can give 'em the ups
In the long run, they ain't givin' a fuck
Said I ain't takin' care of my day ones
If I wasn't, they wouldn't wait to spray guns
Makin' the people think I'm wrong is way dumb, nigga
Now I'm tired, hearing my empire's (falling down)
But it's really the opposite, and I've got a clear
So many more Os, fake family, fake friends, and foes (falling down)
But Tech N9na's outta hear

[Hook]

It's the reason, me and Trav never had to say "We're sorry" in this business
Cause we believe if you stay righteous, you'll receive all your blessings

 

[fox69]

"Call From KC Poet Camile (Skit)"
(feat. KC Poet Camile)

"Call From KC Poet Camile (Skit)"
(feat. KC Poet Camile)



[KC Poet Camile]
Go deep nigga!
You got big feet and big hands
Workin like you said you can
I'm layin here thinkin why did I even give you a chance?
Nigga makin love to you for what?
Cause in the back of my head I'm screamin bust yo' nut
so I can get up!
Ooh, ahh, daddy, you feel so good is what I'm screamin
But yo' dick is like wet wood is what I'm meanin
Talkin about puttin in work, tearin out my seams
Not with that little bitty-ass thing!
Nigga you sweatin like a motherfucker and I don't feel shit
Why did I even let you hit?
Pass me my vibrator so I can finish this
Is he good to you mami? And I'm sayin yes
But truth is, my pussy is stressed
She was horny ready to go, cum ready to flow
But yo' dick ain't even big enough to blow, you know?
Walkin 'round Killer City thinkin you the man
Nigga I coulda done a better job with my hand!
So the next time you on yo' way to my place
You won't need a condom
Your tongue is bigger than your dick daddy
I'ma ride yo' FACE

I love you Tech N9ne!!
You inspire me

 

[fox69]

"Can't Shake It"
(feat. Krizz Kaliko)

"Can't Shake It"
(feat. Krizz Kaliko)



[Intro]
Another piece that I wrote, about me
Being stuck in my ways, yeah

[Krizz Kaliko]
I can't give up what I'm in love with
I guess I'm a mess and I just can't shake it
I just can't change what I am
What it I do to be so wrong?
Could I be so different?
Is there a remedy?
WIll you be forgivin me?
Cause this aint, my life, or the way it was sposed to be
Waiting here for you to come and tell me
What I do so wrong?

[Tech N9ne]
Listen to me, this talent was given to me
By his omnipotence so dig it music is livin through me
Even through prisons I've arissen he big and is in movies
ism if is is a hit, the vision is in beauty for women
When I'm writin I'm winnin, so excitin I'm grinnin
Then you strike an now the fights are beginnin
I gotta be sharp as a knife when I'm on the mic an you sinnin
By stiflin my spinnin with an imaginary life as you been in
By thinkin you be the reason, no speakin to you this evenin
I'm deep in this music reachin for the peice I dilute the season
But you be illin cause my attention you truly stealin
Pursue the millions, come in second-would you be willin?
Don't think so, you be thinkin time an I think dough
Love is what you need from me but in time it'll shrink mo
Cause I be on the grind for this rhyme an the ink flow
I go for mine an you think its a crime an I think "WHOA"

[Krizz Kaliko]
An I can't give up what I'm in love with
But I guess I'm a mess an I just can't shake it
I just can't change what I am
An I can't give up what I'm in love with
But I guess I'm a mess an I just can't shake it
I just can't change what I am

[Tech N9ne]
Everything in my closet is black, white an red
Most of my homies was bosses but got life or dead
Now I move in they shadows but I got the mic an bread
But this life it seem ya destiny is a knife or lead
Yes I was brought up in a Cristian house
But my mother marreing a Muslim threw the christian out
An what they did to Malcom X threw the islam out
So my homies with money seemed to be the glistnen route
What I found was funerals and I found it was real friends
But I paid attention and then I found that it was real men
Takin care of their familys automatically built in
Riskin they life in the street as long as the wheel spin
SO, what I gathered from it is simply my perogotive
I only wish the organization was more positive
I maintain, and continue to gain thangs
I bust an I claim Strange but I'm reppin that gang bang

[Krizz Kaliko]
An I can't give up what I'm in love with
But I guess I'm a mess an I just can't shake it
I just can't change what I am
An I can't give up what I'm in love with
But I guess I'm a mess an I just can't shake it
I just can't change what I am

An I can't give up what I'm in love with
But I guess I'm a mess an I just can't shake it
I just can't change what I am
An I can't give up what I'm in love with
But I guess I'm a mess an I just can't shake it
I just can't change what I am

 

[fox69]

"Can't Stand Me"
(feat. Krizz Kaliko)

"Can't Stand Me"
(feat. Krizz Kaliko)



The rapper you gotta have in your chatter,
You be gatherin data, to mom and dad it's a matter,
Cause they lad is fanatical, for this vladic, this radical,
Addict, skill that brings avid adolescents to drag us,
Everywhere in there beats by, they be lovin the speech I teach my beast I eat, when records released by,
They favourite artist invaded they hearts and the way that it started my latest they'd have paid it regardless,
Ever been to a Tech show? (I haven't, I haven't, I haven't)
Then why you stoppin and poppin me out the deck for?
Heard that I got the best flows? (I haven't, I haven't, I haven't)
Granny clippin, trippin with Ellie and Jethro,
For listenin to my music they choose it, they use it,
As therapy they're on me when I do this, they lose it,
They mommy and daddy wanna ban me, I'm loud like a wild banshee,
I'm roudy and antsy maybe that's why they can't stand me for real,

These are people who can't stand me,
Your mama, your daddy, your greasy ass granny,
Who be callin me uncanny,
Your mama, your daddy, your greasy ass granny,
They tell ya,
I'm no good to you, but you don't listen to me,
I'm the one you love, but you people can't stand me,

She heard this rap kid is a stack getta,
But Dad lit up when he saw that the kid was a black nigga,
And she's a wack bitch if the fact backward in her, cause her mama sick cause the lad's dick is from africa,
That's why they always act shady, we splat babies right at Bradys,
That's maybe the worst for the white lady, that's racy,
No longer match-makey, when the blacks attack white they be watchin the mac lately,
Ever been with a black dude? (I haven't, I haven't, I haven't)
You're prolly thinkin we're all weed and tattoos,
Ever thought white and black's cool? (I haven't, I haven't, I haven't)
That's cause you think you're daughters gettin her back bruised,
Your mom's in your business, she's in your business,
Can't you see she wants you to keep us niggas at a distance,
Separation existing, and here's cold,
This story took place when I was 16 years old

These are people who can't stand me,
Your mama, your daddy, your greasy ass granny,
Who be callin me uncanny,
Your mama, your daddy, your greasy ass granny,
They tell ya,
I'm no good to you, but you don't listen to me,
I'm the one you love, but you people can't stand me,

[Kaliko:]
Ves que ellos dicen
Que soy malo para ti
Si tu me amas
Me puedo desangra
Desangra
No soy bueno
Pero te amo
Te amo
No soy bueno
Pero te amo
Te amo

 

[fox69]

"Caribou Lou"

"Caribou Lou"


Ya it's like the ultimate party favor baby ya know
Two cups will get a hot one out of her clothes ya know
Caribou Lou

It's like
151 rum
Pineapple juice, and Malibu, caribou, get them all numb
Make baby girl come
Out of her shell and raise hell
Don't stop till the cops come

Half a bottle of 151
Off of the jug one cup of Malibu rum
Baby that's what's up
Then you fill the rest of the jug
With pineapple juice, and it's cracking
The only defect is waking up like "what happened?"
I like red light parties and fed right bodies
Who like, red like dolly and head right totties at night?
Aribou kay
Ou-la
Terrible day
You pay the liquor store teller with no hair or toupe
Touché
Get the party jumping
Keep the hotties humping
I like them thick and juicy
So don't pilate nothing
Drinking too much Lou
You might be karate punching
Or at the back of the club
Attending the naughty luncheon
Satin,
Kool-aid get you hella 151
November dog
So run kitty run
We gonna drink it until we done
Diddy dum
Bum biddy bum
Here Kansas city come so give me some...

[x2]
151 rum
Pineapple juice, and and Malibu, caribou get them all numb
Make baby girl come, outta her shell and raise hell
Don't stop till the cops come

I see double
I see triple
Might be trouble
Might see pistols
We ain't trying to hear you hata's sucking on sickles
We living it up in 2 double 0 sizzle
One to your maybro
Unto your day go
Why I'm the one to drink you
Under the table
And all the ladies that were doing time
Want you to become a member of my drinking club
You will find Tech N9ne
Trying to tell her truly get nudey
Yes I even do L words
In the fruity bazoodi
Like to drink it and yell slurs at the movie
If I'm heated, I'm off to get a caribou Lou to cool me
(created) by tech nizzle and t-wizzle
One high day.
We mixed it up
And then I say we drink caribou-bizzle like I lady
Originated in Kansas city, Missouri
Since 19-95 baby.

[x3]
151 rum
Pineapple juice, and Malibu, caribou, get them all numb
Make baby girl come
Out of her shell and raise hell
Don't stop till the cops come

Tar bender I need a drother nink
Release caribou Lou and the party is utter kink
Insane mainy
Keep 'em coming then I'll remain zainy
Cause I'd say baby
I'm trying to make you my main damey
For the rest of the night
Girl you sexy and tight
Come to mi casa and see these shock reflects and your right
Groupies at 12 o' clock
Man I'm prowl I'll go
Ya I'll recruit 'em
But ain't betten on crap and that's all I know
Yeap in my white tee and Nike's
You might sight me slightly heifin
Might see dry heave
Die we shall not need i-v's
Beside me Siamese
(tech, huh, you not making any sense)
I might make her wanna swa-wing a Prada
But once I get up on 'em I can do my thing I gotta
Hey batta batta batta batta swa-ing a batta
He cannot he cannot he cannot swa-wing a batta

[x2]
151 rum
Pineapple juice, and Malibu, caribou, get them all numb
Make baby girl come
Out of her shell and raise hell
We gonna party till the cops come
151 rum
Pineapple juice, and Malibu, caribou, get them all numb
Make baby girl come
Out of her shell and raise hell
Don't stop till the cops come

It goes 151,
Malibu rum
Pineapple juice
Baby we having some fun, yeah

I'd like to give a big shout out to caribou Lou
Because I drink it
And they ain't payin' me for it
At least not yet

 

[fox69]

"Check Yo Temperature"

"Check Yo Temperature"


I keep my temperature at 74 when I'm at the crib
And 79 in the winter time, thats just how I live
But when the homies call n say lets hit the town,
When we do them haters frown,
Nigga turn the heat down
I know we skip the line,
N bitches think we fine
I know you feelin drunk n tough,
But you best recline
You don't wanna get stained
Its pain in this lane
I'mma check they temperature,
They all up in my mix mane
Whuttup? Suckas!
Aint no lookin back!
I just wanna know,
Whut'chu niggas lookin at?

I just come to kick it with the bitches,
I aint come for you
If you really want it,
Yeah my homies got a gun or two
I take on every one of you,
Whut'chu wanna do
Don't forget I got this whole club on my side,
Trippin is dumb'a you

Stop, everybody, whuts that sound?
It sound like a hater bout to get the beat down
With the quick.
N why they wanna go n get me pissed,
When they know I'm with me clique
N a real nigga like mitch he's slick

On this Hennessy, sprite n lemon,
Fuck these niggas, invite the women
Bustas wanna insight the grimin,
Now ya gatta invite the crimin-als
Don't gimmie that bullshit,
Nigga dont gimmie no looks
Ya better get over the shit,
A veterin knowin'll pathetic
N let up fuckin ya hit me up cuz
So ya better snap ya fangers
And then rrock with it
Cuz if ya chops spit it
I'mma let somethin hot hit it
Bout a hundred somethin,
He looked like he wanted somethin
Remey had him beefy,
Now he look like a honey bun or somethin

[Chorus:]
AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha
I'm mindin my bidness,
Now I gatta check yo temperature
AYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta
Make me lose it if ya heated
When I check ya temperature
AYE Now I aint come to play games,
So why ya gatta go n make me check ya temperature mane
AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,
If ya heated when I check ya temperature mane

Ah!
Kick it
Stay fresh
Step out
In my sundays best
Bitches trippin
You'll get slapped
Hold up wait
Watchu bitches lookin at?
I'm callin askin
Why you askin bout me?
If for that liquor
She said cuz she spittin
New vics in a mix
Of tech n9ne and twista
Lip singing and chris at
?? at
Hundred grand
They spendin spend
Let louie v
And my womens wet

Who is she?
Cuz I been there
Who is he?
He aint a threat
Who am I?
KC Boss bitch
Watchu doin?
Tryin to snap back
A hundred degrees
I'm heated
Eat it
Like it was your dinner roll
You've never been a friend to me
Bitch betta check yo temperature

I'll block you like rocky on cocky
Catch a lotta bombs
Try to knock me from my heiarchy
Straight down on calasackis
These poppies like that seed that
Hung from over seas
We g's livin in that clipse so hard
That stunday is a stootin star
What the fuck you hoes stand for?
Knowin you all are some scared hoes
Make me start a girl fight
Betta check this bitches fair height
Blowin niggas I'm BeBe
See broke niggas I Skeske
I'll choke ya head
Beacuse see
They gon drop you like my cd

[Chorus]

To tell you the truth
We havin a ball
There's bitches all over the place
To Tell you the truth
We havin a ball
There's bitches all over the place

There's bitches all over the place
Why is you niggas all up in my face?
I'm from the flipt a script
And start trippin on them like
Whatchu niggas lookin at?

I think these niggas might need some glasses
What they lookin at?
I poodle tuckin its tail
I aint ever been mistookin that
Plus I can read your game plan
Like my book of raps
Last nigga that tried it
Caught a ride n then he took a nap
Nigga sleep go night night
For fuckin wit niggas that fight fight
And some of you suckas be hatin
Cuz we shinin like some bright lights
Tee nutty your street buddy
Tech n9ne in the click
They betta act like they got system
Lookin at me n go get in a bitch
That nigga ??
Flipt a script
And my nigga bow down
Straight from cal with a .50 cal wow
Ask around and they tell you blaow blaow
Aint nobody trippin off of you
I jus wanna kick it and be cool
Half of these niggas are up in this motha fucka
Wanna be part of the crew
Cuz they know we do the fool
Go dumb and act retarded
Dont ever like the started
But you can be our target
If I lose it open your mouth
For this thermometer
But check a niggas temperature
Ridin off with your chick
Smokin bomb wit her

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Chilly Rub"
(feat. Stevie Stone & Godemis)

"Chilly Rub"
(feat. Stevie Stone & Godemis)



[Tech N9ne (Woman):]
Take off your shirt and your bra
(Okay) Lay on the bed on your stomach
(Hmm, okay)
Okay, I'm gonna straddle you now, okay?
(Alright)
I'm gonna place my palms up.
Then I'm gonna place the tips of my fingernails at the top of your left and right shoulders, and I'm gonna swirl down your back
(Hmm)

[Tech N9ne:]
Now you're bout to feel the chill bumps
I'mma do this to you 'til lunch
You're the lunch that I'm talking bout
More chilly pimples popping out
Yes I'm giving you a chilly rub
Ain't it feeling beautiful you're loving what the milli does
Just a little minute longer with the rubbing it is nothing
You'll be begging me to hit you with the Billy Club
I'mma do it to it
'Til you got to release that fluid spew it
Tape it let her friend who never knew it, view it
Did you hella proper, now you it, do it
Yeah she running like a relay
Meaning she quick when it hits D Day
Like 180 on the freeway
You ain't gotta worry bout a thing nigga she lay
Chilly rubbing'll get you hot as an oven
Whether you drinking or drugging
It get you ready for loving
After you grub on the muffin
You gonna be shoving the stuffin'
Nigga you beating and busting like a percussion
Nigga it's on if she take off her top
Shivering's making her get the Riot Maker to pop
Shake her a lot
You really like her and want to ding her? Well
Palms up down her back with the tip of your fingernails

[Tech N9ne (Krizz Kaliko):]
Chilly rub (Uh huh!)
Call me when he leave I won't come 'til he duck (Uh huh!)
Need the stimulation I'm the illy plug (Hey!)
And you know I got that drink and I got the silly bud (Uh huh!)
And I know you want that (chilly rub!)
Watch me do it (chilly rub!)
All into it (chilly rub!)
You know what the chilly does (Uh huh!)
I know you like this touchy-feely thug (Hey!)
And every time we link you think it's really love
From this chilly rub

[Stevie Stone:]
When she's all alone on a late night
She on a belly, face down showing all cat
Get to rubbing on the body and she moanin'
Get to screaming like Stevie whatcha call that?
I told her, baby wait a minute just fall back
I made the cookie on the lady she applaud that
And got the foreplay feeling fengshui
All gas baby tell 'em over haul that
And I be digging real good in the morning
Text to your girls that booty fire
She'll be reminiscing thinking that she love me
Forgetting every nigga that she been with prior
What is it? (Make her feel this way)
What is it? (Tell her climb on me)
What is it? (Let her ride that weed)
Baby had a very long D
I told her she could get it in time if she ready
She wanted stimulation and I'm trying to break the levy
I got her face down ass up on her belly
I'm tugging on her hair make her breathing all heavy
She fuck me with the plug so the plug put the pipe down
'Fore them other niggas pussy on strike now
She got a creme de la creme nigga tight now
Said she want it right now, came in a night gown
Chilly rub

[Tech N9ne (Krizz Kaliko):]
Chilly rubs (Uh huh!)
Call me when he leave I won't come 'til he duck (Uh huh!)
Need the stimulation I'm the illy plug (Hey!)
You know I got that drink and I got the silly bud (Uh huh!)
I know you want that (chilly rub!)
Watch me do it (chilly rub!)
All into it (chilly rub!)
You know what the chilly does (Uh huh!)
I know you like this touchy-feely thug (Hey!)
And every time we link you think it's really love
From this chilly rub

[Godemis:]
Now what the fuck is the drillbit? I'm wavy
I'm still wetter to fill up what y'all gave me
If I had a controller could y'all play me?
Cause I'm hella rain but ain't chilling with y'all lately
Me and them hood rats been on ten
She give me the green life and sin going in
If I apply pressure then the rules gon' bend
Consensual fornicating fucking with grown men
And everyone of y'all ready to be wet up
I'm on another level I ain't ever gonna let up
My homegirl rolling got to help her keep her head up
And know I got her MO trying to get her out her get up
I get up, she get on and we on some other shit
And she know what I'm on it's beyond she loving it
And she don't need that top or bottom
Unbutton it, I slap it, I flip it, I blast it
I'm rubbing it and when I'm up in it
She wetter than a T-2
No I don't need another player just me and you
I'm going off at the offence, D-2
And made a top flight nigga like meet you
You got a man but his plans just really dull
Hear what I'm saying roll out that's really bud
I'm finna ground getting pounded pretty much
Chick you're finna come and get this chilly rub

[Tech N9ne (Krizz Kaliko):]
Chilly rubs (Uh huh!)
Call me when he leave I won't come 'til he duck (Uh huh!)
Need the stimulation I'm the illy plug (Hey!)
You know I got that drink and I got the silly bud (Uh huh!)
I know you want that (chilly rub!)
Watch me do it (chilly rub!)
All into it (chilly rub!)
You know what the chilly does (Uh huh!)
I know you like this touchy feely thug (Hey!)
And every time we link you think it's really love
From this chilly rub

 

[fox69]

"Cloudy-Eyed Stroll (Remix)"

"Cloudy-Eyed Stroll (Remix)"


[Verse 1]
Sunday morning I awake with head aching from the night before
Me and my niggas at the bowling alley tripping 'cause we all tore
I reminisce and kinda laugh despite my pain
'cause they kicked us out for throwing balls in other peoples lane
Sunny day in the summer
Is about to become a cloudy one outey from perious puffs
Devious sluts, mysterious stuff
Picked up the phone its on
I got my niggas on the line ready to swoop the N9ne
Once again I'm trippin on my relish to spend
But today I'm not gonna take these bitches to the West Glenn
'cause me and my Road Doggs and Road Hoggs
Slippin on a mission and conteplating on old calls
30 minutes later I'm waiting at the door ready to go
Feeling releived when I heard my niggas roll
Yelling thats my ride as my babygirl cries
Stepped inside looked around and everybodies looking

[Chorus]
Cloudy Eyed 8x's
Come and take a ride wit me, fly wit me,
Get high wit me, come and get cloudy eyes wit me

[Verse 2]
Everybodies blown but me Timly got them straight cummolous in his eyes
Puffing because Dr. Bombay and Purple Fuzz up above
This Sunday sunny day had that [?]
Scoop just started because his eyes restratus
435 North we dipping the suburbans filled with smoke
We jerking I'm hoping to get the new rotation working no joking
Eyes open
For the feels what it is what it was what it shall be
Is we high on L.A. indeed
Pass the puffy on the mid west town side much obliged
'cause I'm feeling high up and cloudy eyed
Windows down windows round my crown astounded
Right now my ?marial? dont wanna be grounded
I clowned it
Now my name is Munchie
Oooh you high
7-11 got the best food in the country
Blunts be serious when stuffed with funk
From the depths of Mizzou niggas have no clue what to do
Caught up with black in Texas Will
Whats the deal on our way to New Peking for real
We loud and boistrous as we stepped inside
Peoples looking at us funny 'cause everybodies looking

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Cloudy eyed stroll now my strides slow
Walking up out the New Peking eyes closed
Took another hit from the poison mist
Got my brain on twist but I still persist
Whats up?
What we doing on a Sunday eve
Its straight to 5-6 best beleive
We calling up some biancas on the humbug
To come down around the town everybody else is Skateland bound
5-6-1-6 Highland feeling far out like Thailand
My man Diamond said no one can roll em like i can
Damn once again its on the biatreces from the phones
In the house and they straight getting blown
What ever happened I dont know
Woke up on the flo
5 o'clock in the morning I'm read to go fa sho
Gotta get back to the crib my squeeze said this shit is getting old
They dropped me off and thats the end of my (cloudy eyed) stroll

[Chorus]