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[Intro: Tech N9ne, Woman & Both]
Ha-ha-ha-ha, we 'bout to do this
Tech Nina, Solé
'Bout to make that ass hot, baby
Like this, yo
I heard the party didn't stop
'Til Tech Nina got ill one man crew, runnin' through you
Niggas let they cash drop, ladies made that ass hot
Make 'em say, "Ooh," that's what we do
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne, Solé & Both]
This one's for the niggas in the club fucked up, full of liquor
Fittin' to let the Tech N9ne feelin' hit you
Everybody respect mine when I spit the INSANE (Ish)
Killer, killer, doin' damage to a nigga BRAIN (Ish)
Haters can't maintain
Killin' everybody wit' a murderous flow
I'ma let a nigga know 'bout fly Solé
Bad to the bone, wit' the fuck that jump
So we all get drunk and crunk all day
We hard, let's keep all this marvelous shit
We killin' everything and Tricky started all of this shit
Ayo, get paid, never get sprayed, Tech and Solé be the brainiacs
Warner Brothers and DreamWorks so I guess we're Animaniacs
So all the niggas in the back, get wit' the ladies in the front
From side to side, we gon' survive and get what the fuck we want, that's right
[Chorus: Solé & Tech N9ne]
Ain't nobody fuckin' wit' it, y'all niggas forget it
Ain't nobody fuckin' wit' it, 'cause we kill 'em
And these hoes and niggas know we keep it rough and make it rougher
'Cause all we wanna see is you dancin' in this motherfucker
Ain't nobody fuckin' wit' it, y'all niggas forget it
Ain't nobody fuckin' wit' it, 'cause we kill 'em
And these hoes and niggas know we keep it rough and make it rougher
'Cause all we wanna see is you dancin' in this motherfucker
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
I'm dancin' wit' this bitch wit' an ass so fat
Had to dash to the back hit that ass from the back
Wit' that ass in my rap put that ass on the map
I come from 6-6 triple-8 46 99 3's
Home of the killers KC villain niggas on the grind buyin' G's
Ask me to bomb and I will, ask me to be calm and I kill
I got that wild style and your shit ain't real
Your shit is simply un-real-is-tic
Your bitch sickness gets dismissed wit' a quickness
This lip sick get the lipstick kiss this dick
In a minute I'ma bust this flow, I'ma let these suckers know
Nine millimeter is about to blow and I'm out to get your ho
Percolate the first to shake that ass and get that cash stack
All the player haters better stand back when I flashback
Ish hot, knowin' aggin' in your club and I'm kinda scold dragon
Yo, I thought you heard Tech Nina got that ground control
All up in your bitch's bra wit' that ass exposed, yo
[Chorus: Solé & Tech N9ne]
Ain't nobody fuckin' wit' it, y'all niggas forget it
Ain't nobody fuckin' wit' it, 'cause we kill 'em
And these hoes and niggas know we keep it rough and make it rougher
'Cause all we wanna see is you dancin' in this motherfucker
Ain't nobody fuckin' wit' it, y'all niggas forget it
Ain't nobody fuckin' wit' it, 'cause we kill 'em
And these hoes and niggas know we keep it rough and make it rougher
'Cause all we wanna see is you dancin' in this motherfucker
[Verse 3: Solé]
Na, na-na-na, na, you can not fuck wit'
Tech N9ne and Solé, comin' wit' the rough shit
Off in the club, me and my girls lookin' lovely
Hustle killer thugs be wishin' they could fuck me
If you's a hustle man, throw your hands up
Throw my hands up, I did it 'cause this ho just ran up
The way you busters try to step to me, it's killin' me
Stank breath, mackin' law drawn out, soliloquy really be drillin' me, no
Yellin' about kis of dope, bro
I hope you take notes and shove this case of Altoids down your throat
Scope, wash your mouth out wit' soap
Ladies dressed wit' power, awfully remote
Time to get the grind goin', rhymes, killer be mine
Blowin' nine, nine I'ma shine, growin'
Hella ass I'm showin', I see you in the back freakin'
Everybody in the front tweakin', while me and Tech be peakin'
Off in the club scene every weekend, we the shit
Throwin' rough ride full of grit, ass that you wanna get
Twit, even my bite is truly venomous when I spit
Beauty and the beast, you hear in the club or the street
Or the back seat of your Jeep, on repeat rollin' deep 'cause—
[Chorus: Solé & Tech N9ne]
Ain't nobody fuckin' wit' it, y'all niggas forget it
Ain't nobody fuckin' wit' it, 'cause we kill 'em
And these hoes and niggas know we keep it rough and make it rougher
'Cause all we wanna see is you dancin' in this motherfucker
Ain't nobody fuckin' wit' it, y'all niggas forget it
Ain't nobody fuckin' wi' it, 'cause we kill 'em
And these hoes and niggas know we keep it rough and make it rougher
'Cause all we wanna see is you dancin' in this motherfucker
Ain't nobody fuckin' wit' it, y'all niggas forget it
Ain't nobody fuckin' wit' it, 'cause we kill 'em
And these hoes and niggas know we keep it rough and make it rougher
'Cause all we wanna see is you dancin' in this motherfucker
Ain't nobody fuckin' wit' it, y'all niggas forget it
Ain't nobody fuckin' wit' it, 'cause we kill 'em
And these hoes and niggas know we keep it rough and make it rougher
'Cause all we wanna see is you dancin' in this motherfucker
[Outro: Tech N9ne]
Ya know what I'm sayin'? Haha
This nigga, Tricky, got me drunk off this motherfuckin' Hennessy and Alize, baby
We off in ATL kickin' it for Solé, baby, you know what I'm sizzlin'?
Too much ass in one room, baby
Shake what your motherfuckin' mama gave ya
Tech Nina in this bitch
For the year two thou', baby
It's all delicious, Tech N9ne, bitch
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Ain’t Nobody Fuckin’ Wit It was written by Solé (MO) & Tech N9ne & Tricky Stewart.
Ain’t Nobody Fuckin’ Wit It was produced by Tricky Stewart.
Solé (MO) released Ain’t Nobody Fuckin’ Wit It on Tue Sep 28 1999.