Potluck, Tech N9ne - Say What U Wanna lyrics

It's Potluck back again (That's right)
Sayin' that shit you bitch-ass scared to say
(Scared to say)
Doin' that shit you scary-ass scared to do
(Scared to do)

Say what you wanna say
Say what you won't say
Do what you wanna do, do what you won't do
Be what I'm gonna be, that's all I got to be
You just a wannabe
So back the fuck up off of me

Here we go again, it's the veteran
Yo we better than
Even your friends are pickin' me over them
Got you breeze on the bed
On her knees givin' head
Wannabe, but you never be what I been
Lyrically, I'm a tank, never gonna quit
Cause I gotta represent make another hit


Puffin' a little bit of the incredible shit
I got your girl on my mind
So I'm fuckin' a bitch
I'm all up in the beat, you pretend to be
And it's better than the yay
Cause it's meant to be
Humboldt County is the place where
They blaze the weed i bet you never believe
Now take a blaze from me
We gonna stop, drop, rock and roll
Ain't not time to be geekin'
We gonna do that though
Flip that ho, kick that flow
Make it to the top, then we get that dough!

It ain't funny, you don't wanna play games
Ask who's the best, and you better say James
Normal thing, everyday
Whoop ass and take names
Sit your five dollar ass down
'fore I make change
Get you poppin' off, stalkin' the block
All the bitches better know that
I'm hot in the spot
Poppin' the Glock, got me a knot
Niggas need to know that I'm walkin' my talk
It's on time, my coast gonna shine, shine
Shine can't see nigga, blind, blind, blind
One Ton and the JJ boy
Fuckin' three hoes, dime, dime, dime
Haters back up, hoes gon' get smacked up
Holla at the club when I get that love
Hit it from the back while I smoke a fat dub
Then I'm done and I get a back rub
Say what you wanna say
Say what you won't say
Do what you wanna do, do what you won't do
Be what I'm gonna be, that's all I got to be
You just a wannabe
So back the fuck up off of me
Say what you wanna say
Say what you won't say
Do what you wanna do, do what you won't do
Be what I'm gonna be, that's all I got to be
You just a wannabe
So back the fuck up off of me

I'm a nigga with the vendetta
So I can be better bitch
A motherfucker that run over competitors
No medicine in me, I'm better than many
Sick in the cerebellum
Tell 'em a nigga like a sedative
I'mma do what I wanna do, when I do it
You gonna be knowin' the second I do
Because of the rain, because of the pain
Ya niggas, the game, the Tecca Nina's
Vexed and wreckin' your crew
Say what you wanna say, I'm a real
Niggas so give me your dollar bill
Take it away from me, I'mma kill
Givin' it to me and I'mma chill
Can't nobody stop a nigga from makin' a mill'
If I wanna put the Platinum off in the grill
Maybe tryna find a bitch or
Two I wanna drill, a nigga will
Be what I wanna be, get from in front of me
If you ain't livin' or doin' what you feel
Only take a minute for me to get up in it
Homie
You're a lieutenant, cronie and I'm a general
Sendin' you minimal niggas to hell
Used to be makin' criminal mail
Now I'll be makin' critical sails
Never know when I might pop-up
Better hope I never let the Glock bust
Tryna battle niggas and you got stuck
Ain't nobody fuckin' with Tech
And the Potluck! Take a look around
Look at the way I be goin' down
Tecca Nina with the MO flow
Ain't no fake in the track, nigga
We shakin' the rap
Makin' the tats - snake and the bat logo
Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches on the low-low
Sit her on my dick, and make her play pogo
You can say what you wanna say
Nina fuckin' your bitch
Lookin' like a motherfuckin' clown, nigga
Bozo say what you wanna say
Say what you won't say
Do what you wanna do, do what you won't do
Be what I'm gonna be, that's all I got to be
You just a wannabe
So back the fuck up off of me
Say what you wanna say
Say what you won't say
Do what you wanna do, do what you won't do
Be what I'm gonna be, that's all I got to be
You just a wannabe
So back the fuck up off of me

Who be the best? You gon' bet it's me
With the sound underground, no MTV
One Ton, Underrated, we the PLC
Best group of the year and the century
You better let me be, ain't no catchin' me
All the girls get wet when they mention me
When I'm flippin' and rippin'
And takin' over control
I bet you thinkin' you better
But you're an idiot though
Get up and go, mayne, you illiterate, bro
Don't you ever be thinkin' you
Can match the flow
I'm unmatchable, with a sack of dro'
When I'm high, talkin' shit like John McEnroe
We gon' stack the dough, get a 'Lac and roll
Gettin' blown in the back with a naked ho
Cakin' the dough, pack another bowl
Move slow
Smoke an ounce 'til my brain cells go!
Bye bye, we fly, the sky, so high
And where the fuck we from?
Don't die, we cry, West Side, fo' life!
And we gon' do it now
Blowin' up, news style, boom-blowh
Fuck you up, with a look like, "Who Now?"
Got your whole crew shook, when they go down
Flow and grow
We don't know when to slow down!

Say what you wanna say
Say what you won't say
Do what you wanna do, do what you won't do
Be what I'm gonna be, that's all I got to be
You just a wannabe
So back the fuck up off of me
Say what you wanna say
Say what you won't say
Do what you wanna do, do what you won't do
Be what I'm gonna be, that's all I got to be
You just a wannabe
So back the fuck up off of me