[Intro] I've been around the world and I- I- I don't know (Why people what?) Why people go (to the strip club) To spend their dough (Just to see butt) To see these ladies strip and take off all their clothes (I do not) know why they choose (Such a spot) I just don't know (why we get hot) It's probably 'cause they make it hop and twerk the pole (And their headlights) are sittin' bold (Makes it look like) it's gettin' cold (Can I hold you tight?) Hop on my lap and do that dance, I come to spend (Ones and huns) on lovely skin (Booty weighs a ton) Let the game begin ('Cause here I come) Cha!
[Interlude] Yo, this goes out for all the strip clubs and Montana's putting it down, Bazooka's [?] and yeah, huh, much love for kickin' it with my man Tech N9ne Yeeaah! Ha ha ha ha, rastafarian [?], cha! Drops few lyrics? Aight
[Verse 1] Tecca Nina swoop down like... Space Invaders, boy! Pull out the piece like... on you haters, boy! Forget about the haters, I don't wanna talk about 'em On this right now, I wanna talk about (That butt, them breasts, yes, yes, one test) Now sanity stops when the fannie g. drops Fantasy locked on makin' the canopy rock, panties be hot When we walk in all vanity pops In every glam if she's stocked, make her make it frantically hop (We're all at the tittie bar) VIP! (And all of the kitties are) sittin' with me (They're all knowin' who we are) Tech N9ne, baby, how you doin'? What you drinkin'? Caribou is what I'm thinkin' Kansas City, baby (Hey, yo-yo-yo-yo) We got relish, don't be jealous, that's a (Hey no-no-no-no) Me and my fellas travelin', lookin' for them who does what? Make it hop in Houston, Texas, ATL, California, whazzup?!
[Verse 2] Catch me on the couch with two stouts mouth-to-mouth Bounce to the techno festival, see lots of lesbo Let's go ghetto or heavy metal, we slam dancing Blair witch raves in the woods up in Cameron! Rollin' (Diggin' the private schoolers) St. Theresa's bishop Hogan (Those are the kind that do ya) Get that cerebella explosion All of my homies kick it, pockets ain't no punk Trav, Dyno, Grant, Kutt Seven, John, George, Monk (All at the tittie bar) Drinkin' and laughin' My homie B'zle started this at Bazooka's, booties clappin' Black, Asian, White, Hatian, Mexican and Italian Doin' tricks with beer bottles, sexy, mixed, mullato I'm comin' to get ya drinkin' liquor off in Sweden Germany, London, back to the ATL Off in Memphis raisin' hell With a stack of hundreds kick her that In Miami in the Benz Aristocrat Where the strippers at?
[Verse 3] What y'all doin' after this? Scat with this back activist, mack miraculous practices Blasphemous acts Hit 'em with a stack that'll distract a bitch All I wanna do is hit the back of this black abyss In the cat for the hat for risk If you really wanna master this Know it's a whole lotta cash to get Me and my homeboys will get with your homegirls And get in our own world We gotta be ready to get up and go To the bedroom or up in the bathroom Givin' me and my homeboys a show Baby get low To a Tech N9ne tempo, do you know what you're in for? Rough sex, much sweat 'Nough flesh, what's next? Make her say: Oh la la la la Give it to me Tech N9ne you're the best time That I ever had, give it to me papa Hit the na na na And oh oh oh oh yeah I love it when you do me like this Tecca Nina And I like it when you make it do that (Yeah) In Kansas City we scan the tittes And brand sadities we handsome hippies Who land some quickies we Comin' to kick it where you from Pirates come screamin': Yo, ho, ho, 151 rum Bitch!
The track samples Ludwig van Beethoven’s “Für Elise”, one of the most recognizable sounds in the cultures of pretty much any North American or European society.
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