Tech N9ne, T-Pain - B.I.T.C.H. lyrics

No, you ain't supposed to put
On your devil suit
When you come up in the church, young mayne
Hehehehehe
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 clique's 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 surprising and
Shocking like Barack votes
The traps broke when I rapped
With Tunechi and Stacks though
OG Muggs said I'm gonna be the first
Rapper to cross over to black folk

Yah, I'm breakin' into colored houses
Polo boots and hella dark-colored outfit's
Yah, I'm breakin' into colored houses
Fellas better put a chastity
Belt on your spouses

Hey!
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 thing for sure, 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 N9na
Sex fiend a threat to his and whom
They got a beautiful woman and givin' poon
They want it because I'm 'bout
To be big and boom!
Breakin' into colored houses is hard, mayne
'Cause everybody got (Guards)
And they got (Dogs) and they got bars mane
But, I'm comin' through that TV
And all the ghetto is gon' see me
Sippin' the KC Tea nigga know Tech N9ne
Now everybody want a freebie!

Damn, I'm breakin' into colored houses
Polo boots and hella dark-colored outfit's
Yah, I'm breakin' into colored houses
Fellas better put a chastity
Belt on your spouses

Hey!
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 thing for sure, 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 (haha)
Every last one of these evil
Haters they see me vacate
Dip to the crib, turn on the television
And see my face like, "Hey, wait"

Hey!
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 thing for sure, 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

It's Strange, you know what I'm saying like
Fuck what everybody doing, we doing this
That's the Strange Music spirit
Fuck you, you on bullshit, we going this way
That's the Strange Music spirit