B.I.T.C.H. (feat. T-Pain)

No, you ain't supposed to put on your devil suit

When you come up in the church, young man

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 cliques' 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 surprisin' and shockin' like Barack votes

The traps broke when I rapped with Tunechi and Stacks though

OG Mug said I'm gonna be the first rapper to cross over to black folk

Ya, I'm breakin' into colored houses

Polo boots and hella dark-colored outfits

Ya, I'm breakin' into colored houses

Fellas better put a chastity belt on your spouses

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 things fo' sho', 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 Ninna, sex fiend a threat to his and whom

They got a beautiful woman and givin' poon

They want it cause I'm bout to be big and BOOM

Breakin' into colored houses is hard, mane

Cause everybody got guns

And they got dogs

And they got bars mane

But I'm comin' thru that TV

All the ghetto is gon' see me

Sippin' the KC Tea

Now you know Tech N9ne now everybody want a freebie!

Ya, I'm breakin' into colored houses

Polo boots and hella dark-colored outfits

Ya, I'm breakin' into colored houses

Fellas better put a chastity belt on your spouses

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 things fo' sho', 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

Every last one of these evil haters they see me vacate

Tip to the crib, turn on the television and see my face like, "Hey, wait..."

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 things fo' sho', 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!