His tenth studio album, K.O.D., was released October 27, 2009. He has spent his illustrious career making sure he’s been grinding harder than the average rapper, and is the best selling artist out of his hometown. With nine solo albums and two powerhouse collaboration projects under his belt, the Kansas City MC’s flow is sharper and slicker than it’s ever been.
“This is another roller coaster ride,” explains TECH N9NE about the release. “When it came time for Sickology 101, I knew I wanted to do a collabo album based on the study of being sick. It’s a beginner’s course for people who don’t know how to be sick lyrically or how to choose sick beats. It all starts with beats because they tell me exactly what to do.” Epic beats from YoungFyre, Wyshmaster, Seven and Matic Lee set the stage for TECH N9NE to weave his introspective and sometimes roguish lyrics around.
Sickology 101 brims with stellar appearances from lyrical heavyweights. On the opening title track, TECH N9NE slays alongside Chino XL and Crooked I, pulling listeners into the Hip-Hop classroom for a lesson in murdering a beat. It’s a twisted vision forged on undeniable grooves and quixotic wordplay.
The single, “Nothin,’” is an inspiring, honest anthem that features Messy Marv and Big Scoob. Meanwhile, on “Midwest Choppers 2,” TECH N9NE and Krayzie Bone cruise to the depths of darkness. “Krayzie Bone came through and murdered it,” says TECH N9NE. “I modeled the song after movies. When you do a sequel, there has to be a bigger body count and more people have to die. ‘Midwest Choppers 2’ is Autobahn-style. It makes you want to speed.”
TECH N9NE’s inimitable flow and rhyming take center stage on solo tracks, including the haunting, hypnotic “Red Nose.” He doesn’t pull any punches on the vitriolic, YoungFyre-produced “Blown Away,” either. It’s an open letter to several prominent urban artists who refused to play before him at radio festivals despite his massive concert draw.
With hits like “I’m A Playa,” “Caribou Lou” (which boasts 7.2 million MySpace plays), “Riotmaker,” “Like Yeah” and “Everybody Move,” it’s no wonder TECH N9NE counts a total of over 4.5 million YouTube video plays and an average of 40,000 MySpace visitors each day. His success knows no limits. The July 2008 release, Killer, debuted at Number 1 on the Billboard Top Independent Albums chart and Number 12 on the Billboard Top 200 Albums chart. He did it all on his own. There was no major label — just TECH N9NE’s own record company, Strange Music. TECH N9NE’s tracks have appeared in films like Gang Related and Alpha Dog as well as various TV shows, and he recently made his motion picture debut in The Life of Lucky Cucumber alongside members of MTV’s “Jackass” crew.
It hasn’t been an easy road, but TECH N9NE soldiers on and he’ll never stop. “They call me devil worshipper because I’m different. I give you music for my core. They’re the people that put me over the million mark. I raise my middle finger to everybody who judges me because my core audience is there for me. They will always love me, but I’m trying to reach others, too. It’s not over. My music is supposed to be for everybody, but some people just don’t get it. This album is the result; swallow it. It’s middle finger music, all-day and all-night.”
TECH N9NE never stops bringing that music directly to his fans, constantly reinforcing his status as one of the hardest-touring rap acts in the business. In 2008, TECH N9NE performed over 200 shows and he doesn’t show any signs of slowing down in 2009. In April, TECH will head out in support of Sickology 101 and spend two months on the road, performing live for his rabid fans.
Sickology 101 is prepping the world for TECH N9NE’s next masterpiece, K.O.D. “I want people to know that I’m getting better and better and I’m a machine. I do these collabo albums to give the fans more. This is a bridge record to K.O.D. It’s the farewell to the TECH N9NE you’ve known lately. It’s getting darker. A lot of people might not be able to go to the place I’m going, but this place is my specialty.”
“I don’t need people to kiss my hand,” assures TECH N9NE. “I’m not trippin’ on status, and I’m not a narcissist when it comes to rap. It’s my heart and soul pouring onto the paper. I write my life and I can’t hold back. This is what I know.”
Origin: Kansas City, Missouri
Year Formed: 1991
Official Site: http://www.therealtechn9ne.com/
F**k Food
Tech N9ne Lyrics
Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴ Line by Line Meaning ↴
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah
Yeah
Yeah-uh
(Can you see?)
(See 'em live)
Uh-ah-oh-oh
(See 'em live)
Mm
Yum, a stick of five gum is the taste on my tongue
But for the right one, I'll spit it out and place her right on
The night's young, meaning we minus the bright sun
And I'm numb like I'm inside 'em like white on a ripe bun
Like that one, baby stacked with' a fat on
Action-pack with' a rack and a little bit of that 'yac she's passed on
Got a 36-pack of Magnums, I'm Vlad and I'm back
I'll put a bitch in a sack and bring her back
And then I gotta go and leave a lash from the passion
(I'm crazy) Sick as hell for the ladies
They don't give a damn that I'm manic
Even though I'm so shady
Baby girl, but don't play me
I ain't tryna have no babies, but baby
You braised in some slavery
Wanna excite ya, ignite the fight, so honey, taunt me
I just wanna bite you and watch you drop out, Romani Kandi
That's eleven Gs, angel from heaven, she's
Seven threes, hot egg and cheese for Pain checkin' weaves
I know what you sayin'
But you know I ain't playin'
Tryna get my dick sucked through my jeans
And oh-oh
(Girls only look like fuck food to me)
(Girl-girls only look like fuck food to me)
Spin that booty 'round,
Drop it to the ground,
Let it make a sound, do-do it, baby
Do it like that,
Lemme see the kitty-kat,
Then I hit it from the back for the baby
(Girls sure look like fuck food to me)
(Girl-girls sure look like fuck food to me)
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Uh, now put that pussy on my lip and dip
Yeah, let's make a movie, I'ma flip the script
Yeah, I wax that ass like Q-Tip
Yeah, float in that pussy like a cruise ship
Uh, 'cause I'm a nasty motherfucker
Yeah, I eat that pussy like the last supper
Yeah, I beat that pussy like brass knuckles
Hehe, she call me daddy and she scream "Uncle"
Open up and spread, I'm pullin' her hair, she pullin' my dreads
I'm breakin' her off, we breakin' the bed
Fuck her like a dog, she shakin' her leg
I'm killin' it soft, I'm makin' it red
I'm makin' her talk, I'm makin' her beg
I'm makin' her crawl, I'm makin' her run
I'm makin' it numb, I'm makin' it cum, I am
Young Weezy F. Baby
She wish she could make a copy of my dick and save it
(Ha-ha) Now close your mouth, don't waste it
I got that fuck food, baby, come taste it
Tunechi!
I know what you sayin'
But you know I ain't playin'
Tryna get my dick sucked through my jeans
And oh-oh
(Girls sure look like fuck food to me)
(Girl-girls sure look like fuck food to me)
Spin that booty 'round,
Drop it to the ground,
Let it make a sound, do-do it, baby
Do it like that,
Lemme see the kitty-kat,
Then I hit it from the back for the baby
(Girls sure look like fuck food to me)
(Girl-girls sure look like fuck food to me)
Oh-oh-oh-oh
When I get my mittens on this kitten
She'll be bitten, then she missin'
'Cause she fucked up and let the Tech in
Canceled all of her ex men
If you think you got it, nigga, say it witcha chest, then
I'm gon' be your sex friend, rippin' off her dress, then
Nibblin' on her neck and I'm makin' her wet with' no question
Yeah, animal magnetism, the sadomasochism
Got way mo' cash to give 'em, but they don't ask, just twist 'em
I don't have to give 'em stacks for me to mash within 'em
I'm they master, hit 'em with a lash and a nigga fast to stick 'em
And I like 'em all colors, multi-mack can make 'em all love us
And make 'em do all of us,
And we don't be trippin' on it 'cause we all brothers
Y'all slippers, as I be trippin' over broads, fuck it
The currency, see he keep his cards shuffled
The bitch'll wanna let her jaws touch us, jaw-crushers
Anybody outside don't get much news from me
'Cause I get it in but I keep it on the hush (Who's the G?)
This rush, you agree, this is stuff dude for fee
But the girls sho' look like fuck food to me, ay
I don't know what you feel
I don't know what you think
I don't know what you see, my nigga
(The girls sure look like fuck food to me)
(Girl-girls sure look like fuck food to me)
I know what you sayin'
But you know I ain't playin'
Tryna get my dick sucked through my jeans
And oh-oh
(The girls sho' look like fuck food to me)
(Girl-girls sho' look like fuck food to me)
Spin that booty 'round,
Drop it to the ground,
Let it make a sound, do-do it, baby
Do it like that,
Lemme see the kitty-kat,
Then I hit it from the back for the baby
(Girls sho' look like fuck food to me)
(Girl-girls sho' look like fuck food to me)
Now you see what I see
The lady's mine, mine, mine, mine
Mine
Now you see what I see (Can you see?)
The lady's mine, mine, mine, mine
Mine
The lyrics to Tech N9ne's song "F**k Food" are explicit and controversial, revolving around the rapper's sexual fantasies and his objectification of women. The song opens with Tech N9ne speaking about the taste on his tongue, describing his desire for a woman's body. He uses crude language and compares women to "fuck food," indicating that he sees them only as objects for his own sexual pleasure. The chorus repeats this sentiment, suggesting that Tech N9ne's attitude towards women is purely a means of satisfying his own needs.
Throughout the song, Tech N9ne raps about various aspects of his sexual encounters, including the use of condoms, his preference for a certain type of woman, and his ability to please multiple partners. He portrays himself as a dominant sexual figure, taking control of the women he encounters and using them to satisfy his own desires.
Line by Line Meaning
Yum, a stick of five gum is the taste on my tongue
I enjoy the flavor of gum in my mouth
But for the right one, I'll spit it out and place her right on
If I find a woman who I am interested in, I will prioritize her over my gum
The night's young, meaning we minus the bright sun
It is still early in the night and there is no daylight
And I'm numb like I'm inside 'em like white on a ripe bun
I am feeling numb, almost as if I am inside the woman, like filling on a ripe bun
Action-pack with' a rack and a little bit of that 'yac she's passed on
She has a nice body and also drinks alcohol
Got a 36-pack of Magnums, I'm Vlad and I'm back
I have a lot of condoms and I am confident
I'll put a bitch in a sack and bring her back
If I find a woman I like, I will take her with me
And then I gotta go and leave a lash from the passion
I will leave evidence of my passion behind when I leave
Sick as hell for the ladies
I have an insatiable desire for women
They don't give a damn that I'm manic
Women are not deterred by my craziness
Baby girl, but don't play me
I am attracted to women, but I will not tolerate any games or deception
I ain't tryna have no babies, but baby
I do not want to have children, but I still want to be intimate with women
You braised in some slavery
You are stuck in a position of servitude to me
Wanna excite ya, ignite the fight, so honey, taunt me
I want to stimulate you and provoke you to fight, so go ahead and tease me
I just wanna bite you and watch you drop out, Romani Kandi
I want to bite you and watch you collapse, Romani style
That's eleven Gs, angel from heaven, she's
She is worth a lot of money and is like an angel
Seven threes, hot egg and cheese for Pain checkin' weaves
She has a hot body and a nice hairstyle
Tryna get my dick sucked through my jeans
I want to receive fellatio while still wearing my jeans
(Girls only look like fuck food to me)
I only view women as sexual objects
Spin that booty 'round,
Move your butt in a circular motion
Drop it to the ground,
Lower your butt to the floor
Let it make a sound, do-do it, baby
Let your movements make a sound as you dance
Do it like that,
Continue dancing in that way
Lemme see the kitty-kat,
Show me your genital area
Then I hit it from the back for the baby
I will have sexual intercourse with you from behind
(Girls sure look like fuck food to me)
Reiterating the idea that women are just objects for sexual gratification
Now put that pussy on my lip and dip
Move your genital area towards my face and let me pleasure you
Yeah, let's make a movie, I'ma flip the script
Let's film our intimate encounter and I will be in charge
I wax that ass like Q-Tip
I am aggressive and in control during sex
Yeah, float in that pussy like a cruise ship
I will enjoy pleasuring a woman with my genitalia
(Girls sho' look like fuck food to me)
Reestablishing the idea that women are just objects for sexual gratification
When I get my mittens on this kitten
When I am intimate with a woman
She'll be bitten, then she missin'
I will be aggressive and leave my mark on her
Canceled all of her ex men
She will be devoted to me and no one else
If you think you got it, nigga, say it witcha chest, then
If you are confident, express it boldly
I'm gon' be your sex friend, rippin' off her dress, then
I will be your sexual partner and aggressively undress you
Nibblin' on her neck and I'm makin' her wet with' no question
I am arousing her by nibbling on her neck, no doubt about it
(Girls sho' look like fuck food to me)
Reinforcing the notion that women are simply sexual objects
Y'all slippers, as I be trippin' over broads, fuck it
You all are being careless, while I am tripping over women
The currency, see he keep his cards shuffled
I am very secretive and strategic in my dealings
The bitch'll wanna let her jaws touch us, jaw-crushers
Women will want to give us oral sex
Anybody outside don't get much news from me
I am very private and do not share much information with others
This rush, you agree, this is stuff dude for fee
This excitement and pleasure produced during intimate encounters is worth paying for
(The girls sho' look like fuck food to me)
Final confirmation of objectifying women for sexual pleasure
Now you see what I see
I hope you understand my perspective now
The lady's mine, mine, mine, mine
I feel entitled and possessive over women
(Can you see?)
Asking if the listener can understand his viewpoint
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: AARON DONTEZ YATES, DWAYNE CARTER, FAHEEM NAJM, MICHAEL SUMMERS
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@Tropical56_
Lyrics:
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Yum, a stick of 5 gum
Is the taste on my tongue
But for the right one, I'll spit it
Out and place her right on
The night's young, meaning we minus
The bright sun, I'm numb like
I'mma slide 'em like white on a white bun
Like that one when baby's stacked with a fat one
Action-packed with a rack and a little bit of
That Jack, she's passed 'em
Got a 36-pack of Magnums!
I'm Vlad and I'll bag 'em, Put a bitch in the sack
And break her back and then I
Gotta go leave her lashed from the passion (I'm crazy)
Sick as hell for the ladies
They don't give a damn that I'm manie
Even though I'm so shady
Baby girl but don't play me
I ain't tryna have no babies
But baby you braised and so savory
But I guess you should ignite the fight
So honey, taunt me
I just wanna bite you and watch you drip out Romanée-Conti
That's 11 Gs, angel from heaven she's, seven 3's, hot egg and cheese for Pain, Tech and Weez
[Hook: T-Pain]
I know what you saying
But you know I ain't playing, tryna get my dick sucked
Through my jeans
(The girls sure look like fuck food to me)
(Girls-girls sure look like fuck food to me)
Spin that booty ’round, drop it to the ground, let it make a sound, do-do it, baby
Do it like that, lemme see the kitty-kat, then I hit it from the back for the baby
(The girls sure look like fuck food to me)
(Girls-girls sure look like fuck food to me)
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Uh, now put the pussy on my lip and dip
Yeah, let’s make a movie, I’ma flip the script
Yeah, I wax that ass like Q-Tip
Yeah, float in that pussy like a cruise ship
Uh, ’cause I’m a nasty motherfucker
Yeah, I eat that pussy like the last supper
Yeah, I beat that pussy like brass knuckles
Heh, she call me daddy and she scream “Uncle”
Open up and spread, I’m pullin’ her hair, she pullin’ my dreads
I’m breakin’ her off, we breakin’ the bed
Fuck her like a dog, she shakin’ her leg
I’m killin’ it soft, I’m makin’ it red
I’m makin’ her talk, I’m makin’ her beg
I’m makin’ her crawl, I’m makin’ her run
I’m makin’ it numb, I’m makin’ it cum, I am
Young Weezy F. Baby
She wish she could make a copy of my dick and save it
(Ha-ha) Now close your mouth, don’t waste it
I got that fuck food, baby, come taste it
Tunechi!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
When I get my mittens on this kitten
She’ll be bitten, then she missin’
‘Cause she fucked up and let the Tech in
Canceled all of her ex men
If you think you got it, nigga, say it witcha chest, then
I’m gon’ be your sex friend, rippin’ off her dress, then
Nibblin’ on her neck and I’m makin’ her wet wit’ no question
Yeah, animal magnetism, the sadomasochism
Got way mo’ cash to give ‘em, but they don’t ask, just twist ‘em
I don’t have to give ‘em stacks for me to mash within ‘em
I’m they master, hit ‘em with a lash and a nigga fast to stick ‘em
And I like ‘em all colors, multi-mack can make ‘em all love us
And make ‘em do all of us, and we don’t be trippin’ on it ’cause we all brothers
Y’all slippers, as I be trippin’ over broads, fuck it
The currency, see he keep his cards shuffled
The bitch’ll wanna let her jaws touch us, jaw-crushers
Anybody outside don’t get much news from me
‘Cause I get it in but I keep it on the hush(Who’s the G?)
This rush, you agree, this is stuff dude for fee
But the girls sho’ look like fuck food to me, ay
[Bridge: Krizz Kaliko]
I don’t know what you feel
I don’t know what you think
I don’t know what you see, my nigga
[Hook]
[Outro: Krizz Kaliko]
Now you see what I see
The lady’s mine, mine, mine, mine
Mine
Now you see what I see (Can you see?)
The lady’s mine, mine, mine, mine
Mine (She's mine!)
@jakemccoy2887
Yeah
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah
Yeah
Yeah-uh
(Can you see?)
Yeah-uh
(She's mine)
Uh-ah-oh-oh
(She's mine)
[Tech N9ne]
Mmm
Yum, a stick of 5 gum is the taste on my tongue
But for the right one, I’ll spit it out and place her right on
The night’s young, meaning we minus the bright sun
And I’m numb like I’m inside ‘em like white on a ripe bun
Like that one, baby stacked wit’ a fat one
Action-pack wit’ a rack and a little bit of that ‘yac she’s passed on
Got a 36-pack of Magnums, I’m Vlad and I’m back
I’ll put a bitch in a sack and bring her back
And then I gotta go and leave a lash from the passion
(I’m crazy) Sick as hell for the ladies
They don’t give a damn that I’m manic
Even though I’m so shady
Baby girl, but don’t play me
I ain’t tryna have no babies, but baby
You braised in some slavery
Wanna excite ya, ignite the fight, so honey, taunt me
I just wanna bite you and watch you drip out Romanee-Conti
That’s 11 Gs, angel from heaven, she’s
Seven threes, hot egg and cheese for Pain, Tech and Weez
[T-Pain]
I know what you sayin’
But you know I ain’t playin’
Tryna get my dick sucked through my jeans
And oh-oh
(Girl sure look like fuck food to me)
(Girl sure look like fuck food to me)
Spin that booty ’round, drop it to the ground, let it make a sound, do-do it, baby
Do it like that, lemme see the kitty-kat, then I hit it from the back for the baby
(Girl sure look like fuck food to me)
(Girl sure look like fuck food to me)
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
[Lil Wayne]
Uh, now put that pussy on my lip and dip
Yeah, let’s make a movie, I’ma flip the script
Yeah, I wax that ass like Q-Tip
Yeah, float in that pussy like a cruise ship
Uh, ’cause I’m a nasty motherfucker
Yeah, I eat that pussy like the last supper
Yeah, I beat that pussy like brass knuckles
Heh, she call me daddy and she scream “Uncle”
Open up and spread, I’m pullin’ her hair, she pullin’ my dreads
I’m breakin’ her off, we breakin’ the bed
Fuck her like a dog, she shakin’ her leg
I’m killin’ it soft, I’m makin’ it red
I’m makin’ her talk, I’m makin’ her beg
I’m makin’ her crawl, I’m makin’ her run
I’m makin’ it numb, I’m makin’ it cum, I am
Young Weezy F. Baby
She wish she could make a copy of my dick and save it
(Ha-ha) Now close your mouth, don’t waste it
I got that fuck food, baby, come taste it
Tunechi!
[T-Pain]
I know what you sayin’
But you know I ain’t playin’
Tryna get my dick sucked through my jeans
And oh-oh
(Girls sure look like fuck food to me)
(Girl sure look like fuck food to me)
Spin hat booty ’round, drop it to the ground, let it make a sound, do-do it, baby
Do it like that, lemme see the kitty-kat, then I hit it from the back for the baby
(Girl sure look like fuck food to me)
(Girl sure look like fuck food to me)
Oh-oh-oh-oh
[Tech N9ne]
When I get my mittens on this kitten
She’ll be bitten, then she missin’
‘Cause she fucked up and let the Tech in
Canceled all of her ex-men
If you think you got it, nigga, say it witcha chest, then
I’m gon’ be your sex friend, rippin’ off her dress, then
Nibblin’ on her neck and I’m makin’ her wet wit’ no question
Yeah, animal magnetism, the sadomasochism
Got way mo’ cash to give ‘em, but they don’t ask, just twist ‘em
I don’t have to give ‘em stacks for me to mash within ‘em
I’m they master, hit ‘em with a lash and a nigga fast to stick ‘em
And I like ‘em all colors, multi-mack can make ‘em all love us
And make ‘em do all of us, and we don’t be trippin’ on it ’cause we all brothers
Y’all slippers, as I be trippin’ over broads, fuck it
The currency, see he keep his cards shuffled
The bitch’ll wanna let her jaws touch us, jaw-crushers
Anybody outside don’t get much news from me
‘Cause I get it in but I keep it on the hush (Who’s the G?)
This rush, you agree, this is stuff dude for fee
But the girls sho’ look like fuck food to me, ay
I don’t know what you feel
I don’t know what you think
I don’t know what you see, my nigga
(girl sure look like fuck food to me)
(girl sure look like fuck food to me)
I know what you sayin’
But you know I ain’t playin’
Tryna get my dick sucked through my jeans
And oh-oh
(girl sure look like fuck food to me)
(girl sure look like fuck food to me)
Spin that booty ’round, drop it to the ground, let it make a sound, do-do it, baby
Do it like that, lemme see the kitty-kat, then I hit it from the back for the baby
(girl sure look like fuck food to me)
(girl sure look like fuck food to me)
Now you see what I see
The lady’s mine, mine, mine, mine, mine
Now you see what I see (can you see?)
The lady’s mine, mine, (she's mine), mine, mine, (she's mine), mine
@GZALyricalGenius3102
Yum, a stick of 5 gum
Is the taste on my tongue
But for the right one, I'll spit it
Out and place her right on
The night's young, meaning we minus
The bright sun, I'm numb like
I'ma slide 'em like white on a white bun
Like that one when baby's stacked with a fat one
Action-packed with a rack and a little bit of
That Jack, she's passed 'em
Got a 36-pack of Magnums!
I'm riding 'em, I'm riding, put 'em in a sack
And bring it back, I'm going
Through a lash from the passion (I'm crazy)
Sick as hell for the ladies
They don't give a damn that I'm lazy
Even though I'm so shady
But don't play me
I ain't tryna have no babies
But you braised and so savory
But I guess you should ignite the fight
So honey, taunt me
I just wanna bite you and watch you drip out Romanée-Conti
That's 11 G's, angel from heaven, she's seven 3's, hot egg and cheese for Pain TECH AND WHEEZE
I know what you saying
But you know I ain't playing, tryna get my dick sucked
Through my jeans
(That gal sure look like fuck food to me)
(Gal-gal sure look like fuck food to me)
Spin that booty 'round, drop it to the ground, let it make a sound, do-do it, baby
Do it like that, lemme see the kitty-kat, then I hit it from the back for the baby
(That gal sure look like fuck food to me)
(Gal-gal sure look like fuck food to me)
Uh, now put the pussy on my lip and dip
Yeah, let's make a movie, I'ma flip the script
Yeah, I wax that ass like Q-Tip
Yeah, float in that pussy like a cruise ship
Uh, 'cause I'm a nasty motherf-cker
Yeah, I eat that pussy like the last supper
Yeah, I beat that pussy like brass knuckles
Heh, she call me daddy and she scream "Uncle"
Open up and spread, I'm pullin' her hair, she pullin' my dreads
I'm breakin' her off, we breakin' the bed
Fuck her like a dog, she shakin' her leg
I'm killin' it soft, I'm makin' it red
I'm makin' her talk, I'm makin' her beg
I'm makin' her crawl, I'm makin' her run
I'm makin' it numb, I'm makin' it cum, I am
Young Weezy F. Baby
She wish she could make a copy of my dick and save it
(Ha-ha) Now close your mouth, don't waste it
I got that fuck food, baby, come taste it
Tunechi!
I know what you saying
But you know I ain't playing, tryna get my dick sucked
Through my jeans
(That gal sure look like fuck food to me)
(Gal-gal sure look like fuck food to me)
Spin that booty 'round, drop it to the ground, let it make a sound, do-do it, baby
Do it like that, lemme see the kitty-kat, then I hit it from the back for the baby
(That gal sure look like fuck food to me)
(Gal-gal sure look like fuck food to me)
When I get my mittens on this kitten
She'll be bitten, then she missin'
'Cause she fucked up and let the Tech in
Canceled all of her ex men
If you think you got it, nigga, say it witcha chest, then
I'm gon' be your sex friend, rippin' off her dress, then
Nibblin' on her neck and I'm makin' her wet wit' no question
Yeah, animal magnetism, the sadomasochism
Got way mo' cash to give 'em, but they don't ask, just twist 'em
I don't have to give 'em stacks for me to mash within 'em
I'm they master, hit 'em with a lash and a nigga fast to stick 'em
And I like 'em all colors, multi-mack can make 'em all love us
And make 'em do all of us, and we don't be trippin' on it 'cause we all brothers
Y'all slippers, as I be trippin' over broads, fuck it
The currency, see he keep his cards shuffled
The bitch'll wanna let her jaws touch us, jaw-crushers
Anybody outside don't get much news from me
'Cause I get it in but I keep it on the hush (Who's the G?)
This rush, you agree, this is stuff dude for fee
But the girls sho' look like fuck food to me, ay
I don't know what you feel
I don't know what you think
I don't know what you see, my nigga
I know what you saying
But you know I ain't playing, tryna get my dick sucked
Through my jeans
(That gal sure look like fuck food to me)
(Gal-gal sure look like fuck food to me)
Spin that booty 'round, drop it to the ground, let it make a sound, do-do it, baby
Do it like that, lemme see the kitty-kat, then I hit it from the back for the baby
(That gal sure look like fuck food to me)
(Gal-gal sure look like fuck food to me)
Now you see what I see
The lady's mine, mine, mine, mine
Mine
Now you see what I see (Can you see?)
The lady's mine, mine, mine, mine
Mine (She's mine!)
@RayanOfficial1
0:48 this flow is out of world. Tech N9ne and T-Pain are a great duo. Iconic collab.
@gruesomesilence5615
That flow was powerful 🤣🤣
@neutraleighty5114
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@PerpetualIndignation
It's one thing to sound badass in your own song, but to make others sound badass too is on a whole other level of badass. That's one of the reasons I think Tech is a complete badass. He puts artists on his song I wouldn't normally listen to, then makes me want to listen to them because of how badass they sound alongside Tech.
@nate35828
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@skittzolette949
+Brian Harris lmao ikr and then when u listen to their tracks and ur just like "wow this if fucken terrible" and realize they were only good with tech
@PerpetualIndignation
+Rose Alexander Hahaha exactly.
@chancereed6745
Pinpoint.
@dirtysouth3291
+skittzolette lil wayne is a legend lol how can you be such an ignorant stan
@manqkasfasa1013
Yet again fire song.Tech never dissapoints :)