Like Yeah lyrics

Artist  : Tech N9ne 
Song : Like Yeah



 Send "Like Yeah" Ringtone to your Cell 

 (verse 1)



hey, it's time to get into
some sin 

you been listenin' to gibberish
hits in the interum

them are done, 'cause
here me come

so make you stand up, stand
tough

hands up, damn ya

if you don't
get it get rid off it, trip if you diggin'
it*

i guess i got more than my balls and my
word

i got broads in a herd, chasin' this
and all on my nerve

they the illness, they
feel this*

realness, chill bitch

i
got this bed it's too crowded for you to come get
in it

i spit that tech shiezter off to
yall

it's crazy, even michael jackson said
"it's off the wall"

i brought the sickness,
big checks

live less, midwest

i be the
best, don't forget that nobody can get with
this

so when you see me in the spot, bow
down trick

i eat, drink, sleep, dress, look
and sound rich

so jump up, get funked up

crunked up, everyone must

stop with the
jealously with me the haters be riveted



(pre chorus)



K.I.L.L

E to the R uh dot

just ain't fair that
when i pop up the spot be "like yeah"



(chorus)



killer, killer

it's
the gorilla

an if they feel ya*

they
screamin' like yeah, yeah, yeah

mister,
mister

quick to get witcha

chick if
she get off quick for this*

 she be like
yeah, yeah, yeah



(verse 2)



i'm back with the heat and yes young
fire produced it

with true spit i get lots
of relish with strange music

my crew's
thick, duece click and guess who's with two
chicks

(tech n9ne) in my lou of caribou
sick

it's super-doo lips

everybody in
the party will lose it

vodka and mountain
dew is the new shit

thanks to icy rock and
demonica, we honor ya

and get so much money
sometimes i feel like im wearing a yamika

you cannot monitor, my money i monetarily
astonish ya

so what's with the bad comments
and all the drama for

i can produce a
picture,

stop with them truce and
hitcha

i'm at the top but i can be mobbin'
and shootin' witcha

chip on my shoulder
now,

mr. nice guy is over wow

to a
ritzy and older style*

from ditzy and gomer
powell

look at my check swell

chicks
with wet tails

ready to rock it in my
pocket

got the trojan magnum XL



(pre chorus)



K.I.L.L

E to
the R uh dot

just ain't fair that when i
pop up the spot be "like yeah"



(chorus)



killer, killer

it's
the gorilla

an if they feel ya*

they
screamin' like yeah, yeah, yeah

mister,
mister

quick to get witcha

chick if
she get off quick for this*

she be like
yeah, yeah, yeah



(verse 3)



yeah, i think they with me mang,

yeah, yeah, this is for the city mang

the
industry still punks

that's why they real
slum

but when we indie's drop all our
records we will dub

having a good time's a
stackin' with travis be laid back

tour'
about a hundred and fifty per slap and i made
bat

haters of course you dought, 

that im makin' a warped amount*

i got
ozone, murderdog, double XL and drug accounts

(so whats all the fuss* about) Killer in and
remorse out*

fuck on ceramia you heard that
from the horse's mouth

it ain't comin' from
RBC it ain't comin' from fontana

it's
comin' from strange music's dontana in a clown
manner

i take it from baritone, record this
it's on chedda

honey you in your dreams, you
wake up screamin' in falsetta*

MTV clipped
me, birthday bash show

i got fans like cat
castro, that'll boost my cash flow

MTV
completely we sick of it, 

won't give a
bit

To see in my eyes, and my blood and my
ligiments*

you can see that tecca nina
don't give a shit



(pre chorus)



K.I.L.L

E to the R uh dot

just ain't fair that when i pop up the spot be
"like yeah"



(chorus)



killer, killer

it's the gorilla

everyday feel ya

they screamin' like
yeah, yeah, yeah

mister, mister

quick
to get witcha

chick if she get off quick

brother, she be like yeah, yeah, yeah