Crybaby lyrics

Artist  : Tech N9ne 
Song : Crybaby



 Send "Crybaby" Ringtone to your Cell 

 I was born in 71' in Kansas City, MO

my
momma was a heavenly one, so the fam was pretty
slow

when it came to rap and R&B and plenty
more

check it, if it wasn't on gospel,
apostle

or written in the Bible, then it
go

So when they tell the baby don't do
something then I end up doing it anyway

like, don't listen to rap, it's the evil music
of today

but, I really fell in love with
the sound that was coming out form the East
Coast

So we got it and twisted it up a bit,
now the industry's having a heatstroke

Some
say that rap is dead, but when I get the white,
black, and red

and jump on the tour bus, do
58 shows, then I'm back with a big black sack of
bread

Can't believe that that was said,
cause I'm here with a stack of fed

and I
got it from rap/hip-hop or whatever and I did not
have to beg

So, here I stand, the mic in
hand with my rap attire

and I like my fans
spending grands cause we got the fire

I
merchandise like 5 G's every half an hour

and you cry like a baby so your mic must be
your pacifier



When I read the
magazine, them rapper's sounding like

WAH
WAH WAH (Crybaby)

When I see them on the
TV, them rapper's sounding like

WAH WAH WAH
(Whatcha crying bout?)

[x2]



If
it's negative, I don't wanna hear it

eliminating player haters with their evil
spirits



I hear em talkin, they mad
at Smurf and Souljah Boy

They hating big in
the magazine, and dont even know the boys

I
know the ploy, washed up rappers wanna attack
people

Run up to the car, pull out the mac
lethal

Man that's a problem with the black
people now

What ya need to know is that, in
the world there's a lot of dough to stack

And the ones that wanna hold us back ain't been
outside they cul-de-sac

Every nigga I know
is strapped, rip shows that'll blow ya back

But notice that, I can put it right down to
where the shoulders at

Hating on the south?
Why? Trippin off them chips they got

You
don't like that it's screwed and chopped

but you wanna get off in they pot

Wanna
be MC you talk a lot, up in the spot and you
hot

Cause they 84's be poking out

What the hell is you cryin bout?

Everybody wanna be killa but not for reala

bout the method of making money you gotta get
the milla

by doin it like I do it do the
work and believe in it

when you do it to
the fullest aint no problem achieving it

When I was broke, homie I went for mills

Got on the mic with the intent to kill

Stronger than ever, and you a gimp for real

I drink caribou lou, and you drink enfamil
CHUMP



When I read the magazine, them
rapper's sounding like

WAH WAH WAH
(Crybaby)

When I see them on the TV, them
rapper's sounding like

WAH WAH WAH (Whatcha
crying bout?)

[x2]



You should
be clapping when folk make it up outta the
ghetto

or trailer park, it don't matter
even if he black or if he guerro

but, you
don't know how to be male

instead of a
Timberland, you probably in a stilletto

better yet in a baby shoe, jealous or maybe
you

sick of me cause I'm making dinero

and you dont wanna get clapped at

you
want a standing ovation? I thought not!

you
say you better than rappers on radio, man that's
false chop

try to run up on me, cause a
benzo will never be in your car slot

try to
step up on the scene, my infra-red beam's right at
your soft spot

if you was on TV and balling
you wouldn't groan and trip

he'd keep
hatred, envy, and bloodshed on his lip

Tech
got long cream with chrome things on his whip

?? with a chrome thing on his hip

but
just know your hip will not stop the hop

cause when you look at the big picture, my
block pops alot daily

so keep on thinking
my clock stops the shots

and I can quickly
bury you in your Osh Kosh B'Gosh, baby



When I read the magazine, them rapper's sounding
like

WAH WAH WAH (Crybaby)

When I see
them on the TV, them rapper's sounding like

WAH WAH WAH (Whatcha crying bout?)

[x2]