Let's Go

(Intro) Eep Opp Ork Ah Ah That means I love you if you clock dollas Yes, ain't no stoppin' there Let's go, let's go if you choppin' broccoli [Verse One: Tech N9ne] Let’s go If your sittin' at home talking to him on the phone And he a clone without no style of his own You wishin' that you was gone, throwin' back up, patrone? You ain't wrong because you’d rather be with me in the zone Let’s go Sorry, your lady has been taken You can find us up at the M.O. with the flo' shakin' And I ain't even the one that’s bringin' her home the bacon You the one been talking bout kickin' my face in? Let’s go You can do whateva' you gonna My rebel persona, that got me dressin' red as I wanna, ahead, ya' stronger The problem is you dead as a coma You sick of me, but I’m right here to put the medicine on ya Let’s go Got 'em all frightened of the titan You mice men too light to get fights in with the bison It's so exciting, my Benz reeled your wife in I ruined your life when I produced a license [Hook: Tech N9ne] Let’s go Coming through the doo', hella fast, never slow Got the cash, and the pedal to the flo' Let’s go' If you wanna ride, let me know We can slide on the low Whatcha' standin' there fo'? Let’s go You can hate cause I’m dippin' witcha' mate Out the gate, let’s roll, let’s bounce, let’s skate Let’s go To the room, let’s go to the lick Let’s go, Your boyfriend ain't talkin' 'bout shit [Verse Two: Kutt Calhoun] Posted up, squatin' low like a pit Ya' know this patron changed the whole motion of ya' shit And I ain't gotta decide to proceed without a grip So we can just do it movin' if it's all on the bitch Let's go They likin' the skinny jeans and the kicks And jewly wells But I ain't into pleasin' the trick I'm in the top-less, porche's and keys to a six So sit back and let the engine breathe a lil bit Let's Go But I'm highly in the hoochie holla area M.O., "Money over beezy's" got it from my uncle Larry though Superstar to many without playin' on your radio Addicted to Va-gina when she ain't around ve-nereal Let's go Kuttin, kutty, Calhoun is the scenario Kansas City to Oakland Folks them be like there he go Tell 'em it's raider game He's soakes it up every where he go An give you a problem for deniro DAMN [Hook] [Verse Three: Mistah F.A.B] Giddy up down, gotta skip town, girl is you ready to roll? Well shit, let’s go. Hit that K.C. M.O. straight from the O' I got that dro, sip that purp. we call it Bow I hit that burb, and get that urge to knock down all your doors Get in this car. I’m a star, you ain't noticed yet? Look at these shoes, look at these jewels shinin on my neck I spit that venom, then I send em in then remove her denim And once I'm in em, then I bend em, not I can’t rememb'em I stay persistent and consistent when it comes to pimpin Your ho gets sentenced from when sin 'tis hit with no repentance I go the distance when I hit it fuck like I'm demented Positions switchin' positions shiftin' like I invented The art of fuckin' suduction we goin tit for tat And when she suckin I'm bustin I'm tryin to hit here tatt They say her dude name, but really he's too lame Fabby an tech n9ne you know that we are too strange [Hook]