[Intro: Tech N9ne]
Speak of my language
People I hang with
You can't find this in ya big book
Never heard before
My crew bitch look

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Hellurr, straight crown and a burrr
And after I'm finished you know I'mma drink some murrr
But I got 20/20 vision when I'm pitchin, listen
I spot them chickens never slippin like a transmission
You like Baileys, I like ladies, I'm quite crazy
And maybe a little shady to hit tonight baby
Cookies, I gotta bang, they wanna hang, with a real nigga
All day, everyday, by myself, not a gang
Wanna go night-night nigga
I'mma so nice I lit up, like a swisher
I don't know why I bit her
We won't stroke by my ni-nuts, Papa getcha
Wi-wi-wi-witch if you hide the puta
Away from me then you can blow me, like a hookah
They know I'm a crowded prusta
On the pooty tang, ya booty bang
And I wish I was your loofah
Oooh, you're sweeter than Dean and DeLuca
Trying to boost ya, this my number that I shoot ya

[Hook]
So hot I need a fan on me (uhhuh), everybody wanna land on me (uhhuh)
So c'mon and put ya hand on me (uhhuh), now what's damn with a wam on it?
DWAAAAAMN! like bam like blaow like
DWAAAAAMN! like blam like wow like
DWAAAAAMN! Say bitch (say what?)
Okay Ma'am, that's enough to make the whole spot say "DWAAAAAMN!"