Tech N9ne - Like Yeah lyrics

Technicians! Ahoo! Ahoo! Ahoo!

Ey! It's time to get into some
Sin you been listenin' to jibberish
Hit's in the interim
Them are done 'cause here me come
(To make you stand up, stand tough, hands up
Damn ya) if you don't get it, get rid of it
Trip if you diggin' it!
I guess I got mo' than my balls and my word
I got broads in a herd
Chasin' this and all of my nerves
(They've got the illness, they
Feel this realness, chill, bitch)
I got a bed
It's too crowded for you to come get in it!
I spit that Tech scheiße off to y'all
It's crazy! Even Michael Jackson said
It's "Off the Wall"
(I'm with the sickness, big Tech's lidless
Midwest) i be the best


Don't forget that nobody can get with it!
So when you see me in the spot: bow down
Trick i eat, drink, sleep, dress
Look and sound rich
(So jump up, get pumped up, crunked up
Everyone must)
Stop with the jealousy with me
The haters be riveted!

E to the R, a dot!
Just ain't fair that when I pop
Up the spot be like, "YEAH!"

Killer, killer, it's the gorilla
And if they feel ya they screamin' like
"yeah! yeah! yeah!"
Like, "yeah! yeah! yeah!"
Mister, mister, quick to get with ya
Chick, if she get a whiff
Of this she'll be like "yeah! yeah! yeah!"
Like, "yeah! yeah! yeah!"

I'm back with the heat and yes
Young Fyre produced it with true spit
I get lots of relish with Strange Music
My crew's thick (That's right) Deuce Clique
And guess who's with two chicks
(Tech N9ne) In my lou of Caribou sips
The super dew lifts
Everybody in the party will lose it
Vodka and Mountain Dew is the new shit
Thanks to IcyRoc and Demonica, we honor ya
And I get so much money sometimes it
Feel like I'm wearin' a yarmulke
You cannot monitor my money
I'll monetarily astonish ya
So what's with the bad comments
And all the drama for?
(I can produce a picture
Stop with the truce and hit ya
I'm at the top
But, I can be poppin' and shootin' with ya)
Chip on my shoulder now, "Mr
Nice Guy" is over, wow!
To a ritzy and older style
From dit'sy and Gomer Pyle
Look at my checks swell
Chicks with wet tails ready to rock it
In my pocket got the Trojan Magnum XL's

E to the R, a dot!
Just ain't fair that when I pop
Up the spot be like, "YEAH!"

Killer, killer, it's the gorilla
And if they feel ya they screamin' like
"yeah! yeah! yeah!"
Like, "yeah! yeah! yeah!"
Mister, mister, quick to get with ya
Chick, if she get a whiff
Of this she'll be like "yeah! yeah! yeah!"
Like, "yeah! yeah! yeah!"

Yeah, I think they with me, mayne
Yeah, yeah, this is Kansas City, mayne
The industry's still punks
That's why they real slump
But when we in this drop
All our records we will dump
Havin' a good time, just
Stackin' 'em with Travis, we laid back
Doin' about a hundred fifty with
Slaps in the Maybach
Haters, of course ya doubt that
I'm makin' a warped amount
I got Ozone, Murder Dog
Double XL and Source accounts
(So what's all the force about?) Killer
In and remorse is out! Fuck Mark Cerami
You heard that from the horse's mouth
That ain't comin' from RBC
That ain't comin' from Fontana
It's comin' from Strange Music's Don'tana
In a calm manner i'll say this in baritone
("We come to get our cheddar!")
Huntin' you in yo' dreams
You wake up screamin' in falsetto
MTV clipped me, birthday bash show
I got fans like cat castro
That'll boost my cash flow!
MTV, completely, we sick of it
You won't give a bit?
Just look at my eyes and
My blood and my ligaments
You can see that Tecca Nina don't give a shit

E to the R, a dot!
Just ain't fair that when I pop
Up the spot be like, "YEAH!"

Killer, killer, it's the gorilla
And if they feel ya they screamin' like
"yeah! yeah! yeah!"
Like, "yeah! yeah! yeah!"
Mister, mister, quick to get with ya
Chick, if she get a whiff
Of this she'll be like "yeah! yeah! yeah!"
Like, "yeah! yeah! yeah!