Tech N9ne - Twisted (Feat. Roger Troutman)

[1st verse] Ive been around the world And I yi yi Dont know why people What? Why people go to the strip club To spend their dough Just to see butt To see these ladies strip And take off all their clothes I do not know why They choose such a spot I just dont know why We get hot Its probably cause They make it hop and twurk the pole And their headlights are sitting bold Makes it look like its getting cold Can I hold you tight Hop on my lap And do that dance I come to spend ones and huns On lovely skin Booty weighs a ton Let the game begin Cause here I come Teccanina swope down like space invaders boy Pull out the piece like on you haters boy Forget about the haters I dont wanna talk about em On this right now I wanna talk about That butt them breasts Yes yes wanna test Now sanity stops When the fannie g. drops Fantasy locked On makin the canopy rock Panties be hot When we walk in All vanity pops In every glam if shes stocked Make her make it Frantically hop Were all at the tittie bar Vip and all of the kitties Are sittin with me Theyre all knowin Who we are Techn9ne, baby How you doin What you drinkin Caribou Is what Im thinkin Kansas city, baby Hey, yo, yo, yo, yo, We got relish Dont be jealous Thats a hey no, no,no Me and my fellas Travelin lookin for them Who does what Make it hop In houston, texas Atl, california Whazzup [chorus] Bianks with breasts and big butts Here I come baby Enough to make the big bucks Here I come baby 151 and malibu rum and pineapple juice in My cup Here I come baby Fellas in the front Let me hear you grunt Fellas in the back Watch that booty clap Ladies in the middle Let me hear you sizzle Yell Techn9ne is hard as hell [2nd verse] Catch me on the couch With two stouts Mouth to mouth Bounce to the techno festival See lots of lezbo Lets go ghetto Or heavy metal We slam dancing Blair witch raves In the woods Up in cameron Rollin Diggin the private schoolers St. theresas bishop hogan Those are the kind That do ya Get that sarabell explosion All of my homies kick it pockets Aint no punk Trav, dyno, grant, kut Seven, john, george, monk All at the tittie bar Drinkin and laughin My homie bzle Started this at bazookas Booties clappin Black, asian, white, hatian, mexican And italian Doin tricks with beer bottles Sexy mixed mullato Im comin to get ya Drinkin liquor Off in sweden, germany, london Back to the stl Off in memphis Raisin hell With a stack of hundreds Kick her that In miami In the benz Aristocrat Where the strippers at [chorus] Bianks with breasts and big butts Here I come baby Enough to make the big bucks Here I come baby 151 and malibu rum and pineapple juice In my cup Here I come baby Fellas in the front Let me hear you grunt Fellas in the back Watch the bootie clap Ladies in the middle Let me hear you sizzle Yell Techn9ne is hard as hell [3rd verse] What yall doin after this scat With this back activist mack Blasphemous acts Hit em with a stack That will distract a bitch All I wanna do Is hit the back of this black abyss In the cat in the hat for risk If you r