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Tech N9Ne Everready The Religion

of calm? helpfully let me hit this model in the grado.? I like all woman, tall woman, and small woman. Ya gotta let tech knees tease your shakra.? Species

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)

Show this, stressful, everybody wanna call, Gotta tell em naw, sometimes Sit up in the record store Seven hundred fans, man, everyone signs And it gets

Hey, all you haters, stop Man, this be this, what? Rick rocker, T9, E-40, jellysickle, y'all They hate it when you bubble See 'em in they huddles always

What Up Sit Up Get Up Wit Us Killas Enough Niggas To Crush Ya Luck And Bust Ya Guts And Liver Hit With The Rigor Now Ya Livin Off In The River Watchin

Night And Day eheheh Tech N9ne, Baby [Tech N9ne] Other rap is out commission to the mouth they 'bout to listen do it up Reroute conditions make you bounce

Real cocky Real sloppy Drunk at the club and y'all can't stop me Super star style Whoop the are pounds Out the roof, scoop the group we be troopin' large

Tech N9ne:] I now pronounce me and music together from now until the end of time Always on the road, Doing hella shows Day to day high and lows, but

The only real place to be The middle of all controversy West end of the Mississippi Welcome to the Midwest Pistol packin' and money mackin' rappin' about