Tech N9ne, T-Pain — B.I.T.C.H.

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[Inro: Tech N9ne]
No, you ain’t supposed to put on your devil suit
When you come up in the church, young mayne
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

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
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

[Hook: T-Pain]
Man, it must suck to be you n**gas
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 n**gas 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 n**gas cribs!

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
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!

[Pre-Hook]

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
My people missin me, like Diana Ross
No this ain’t MMG, but I’m 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.»

[Hook]