New Years

[Verse 1:] Sexy should be a felony, she lookin' so damn good So classy, yet she so damn hood Uh, and when them bottles get to poppin' And that smoke gets to smokin', bust this tang wide open I'm losin' my cool, the way she's movin' in that skirt And she don't need no push-up bra, shawty already a star No * * And I'm guilty of stalkin' This is a Outlaw party, havin' a toast with my soldierss We She makin' me crazy, she got me bustin' out my pants [Hook] Make your way to the floor Take your heels off if they make you move slow It's goin' down in this bitch, yeah, yeah We gon' party like it's New Year [Verse 2:] Okay, my whip [Hook] [Verse: Tech N9ne] Hennessy, Sprite and lemon in me Enemy sight me and then it's friendly * * * * * * * * * Finna be fights with men and envy Nothin' but a thang, my staff is rougher Bad cause they half a hustler Sad that I had to crutch her, stuffed her, then passed her my asthma puffer True story, a bitch is lookin' for euphoria Let loose * *, addicted to * a * She's a fiend, tryin' to give somethin' more than your thing Stored in your dreams, it's Tech N9na with * * * * * like a southpaw, drinkin' like an Outlaw Party like it's New Year's, hit it, then I'm out, y'all We hit the town and put it down without stall Step in the club and make they motherfuckin' mouth fall Tech N9ne! [Hook]