Tech N9ne - Einstein

This ring Got me a top notch Straight hot fox We sought rocks And the Ewok Slot Was caught Got dropped two Playing hopscotch On the block Ought not twat plot Yo for hops knot I brought dots This ring Help me remain sane No dame games Came from bane To a changed man No cane thang Refrain from gang bang Slang a praying brain Reigns family fame Then came pain Say hello to TechN9NE Everybody Wanna be down with a nigga Women get a whiff of the money Thinking of taking it from me They get up in the club Giving the love Throwing the pussy Full of liquor and bud Booty hopping around up in the MO Get to looking around Every ho wanna lick a nigga low Infatuated With niggas with dough Get em in the sack And try to make 'em let it go Tech N9NE Be autographing bitches In front of rapping niggas Who think of having figures They get to grabbing triggas They can't imagine villains When they come back and get us We get to whacking niggas I ain't never Wanted no parts of this I don't never want to break Another heart for this Why the devil Gotta make it Why the Lord Wanna make something that'll kill Something so marvelous [Hook] This ring Brings demeaning demons In G-strings Songs we sing Make 'em fiend semen And green things Clinging Dreaming Thinking of being Mrs. Thing With this ring But if I wasn't Tech N9NE Bitches wouldn't even wanna be With Tech N9NE If I did no music Then would you Respect mine This wedding band And music Draws a line between life And Tech N9Ne [2nd Verse] This ring Was supposed to protect a nigga Best for niggas Who couldn't stop having sex With bitches Bless the Mrs. Who stress to kiss us Even though we spend our Checks with strippers Obsessed with clitorises This ring Made a nigga feel macho Cry for Lie for Die for My ho Nigga I go face Diablo With a hostile gospel If I can't have tres or cuatro Little vatos Imma let a lot flow What they sell Up in Osco Up a nostril That sound like Tech N9NE Nigga where the weed Where the mutha fuckin' Blow And the hoes Next to me Is ecstacy Asking me if I wanna roll Bitches never gave a fuck About a fling Makes it exciting When a married nigga Wanna fuck around And bitch know he's down For the fling I've been tested And a lot of times Been invested Didn't know this Tech shit Would constantly get a nigga Molested Been approached By some of the best tricks In the game And they came strong But I hanged on To this ring And I hope my son Don't sing the same song [Hook] This ring Brings demeaning demons In G-strings Songs we sing Make 'em fiend semen And green things Clinging Dreaming Thinking of being Mrs. Thing With this ring But if I wasn't Tech N9NE Bitches wouldn't even wanna be With Tech N9NE If I did no music Then would you Respect mine This wedding band And music Draws a line between life And Tech N9NE [3rd Verse] Quincy J. told me Superstars are good providers But Two times out of ten When we're on tour Family's not beside us What Can a nigga do When he makes ends Add more to the time they spend While he make ends Everything else breaking And the bond at the house May end And your wifey steady yelling 'bout quality time And you think With all the fame and fortune Shit ought to be fine But what happens When the divorce papers Just gotta be signed And you lose half And your children Cause you gotta be N9NE I wanna relax with them And spend time To the maximum But if silence is golden Then me making noise Is Platinum