Whip it

[Intro: Tech N9ne] Haha, Tech N9ne, baby! And this one is dedicated to all the ghettos across America! Kutt Calhoun, I mean the nigga hood baby, just check it out, Niggas just so, just so, AAAH! [Verse 1: Kutt Calhoun] So I'm fresh up out the store Straight to the liquor store I'm about to go cop me a fifth of B and hit the road I got that Keyshia Cole But niggas wanting dro It'll make your shoulders lean so when you see me nigga, blow I'm in the Chevy the same color as Coca Leaf Caramel guts, 26 armored up when they notice me I know these streets; scenic routes in and outs where them rollers be Make the change, top of the game, right where they supposed to be Elly-Wellys? we call them lovies; thats when you soak a tree And get the scoop and SMOKE PANORAMIC MOMENTS that offer ease I hold the key; just like a mayor for what you want and need So yuck at me and I'm [?] just like a clucking D But fuck with me and you can be missin just like a suckers free Is such an ease sucker free niggas don't really fuck with these But the [?] they taking over and to your much achieved Hushing me sort of like Trent Green where Russians be So you know I'm [Hook: Tech N9ne (Kutt Calhoun)] x2 I steps like a real should Paper but still hood, we whip it real good Aye, we makin' your bitch and still good Yanked it and still could, we whip it real good (Kutty Cal baby) [Verse 2: Kutt Calhoun] I'm from the city where the bullets go zang if you let them go And we don't talk if niggas go BANG it's a yes or no And blue and red color-flags hang just to let you know I tell you its a pretty big THANG if you reppin MO And niggas speak a slightly different slang if you hit the coke What it do and what is it be the same, it's just who you know But I can hit you niggas to some Cane that'll leave your nose bleeding Leave you that vintage from your brain if you bring the dough I'm part Animal and part Confucious Part Achilles, part Zeus, but my heart's Medusas Running wild through the inner-city, marked a nuisance Chop pills and Israeli haunts the new kids Who don't have no idea how to cock and shoot ya Just shootin', hop the fences to the ghettos acoustics I'm Bruce, and stacy niggas gon' dance for music I'm Proof, and got the game on grab like nooses Blown fuses, whenever [Hook: Tech N9ne (Kutt Calhoun)] x2 [Verse 3: Kutt Calhoun] Alligator Nikes