Get Off Me Lyrics - Tech N9ne

II'm just tryna try 

When haters do what they do and steady hidin' the lie 

Laughing while we, ridin' and high 

Cause we know that they ladies will let us slide in their pie 

Yeah, they call us nook nook crooks 

Cause all they hear from the room is Babadook-dook-dook 

Yeah, you think I make rooks book? 

Well my singin' partner 'bout to murder before he do the hook, look 

Starting from nothing, I did it 

Y'all mad cause you didn't 

Y'all mad cause y'all ain't in it 

Y'all mad cause I got the master plan, cash got no limit 

I might ride to your block and let this drop when I finish 

Uh, yeah, put that on your head 

People thought we was recording 'cause the dot shot red 

I just do this for my homies 'till the block get fed 

I rap slow so you understand what the fuck I said 

But... 

Ok I'm still on my grind, holding minds down with it 

I'm keepin' my side 

Open ya third eye 

They thinking you're blind 

Strap to the back, with a Mac' in a backpack 

Homies' strapped, and ready to ride 

Feeling like Biggie, I'm Ready To Die 

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So get off me 

Bitch get off me 

I just don't got no time for all you bitches and your soft way 

So get off me 

Bitch get off me 

I just don't got no time for all you bitches and your soft way 

Whoever said Tech Nina ain't the shizzy is a busta deluxe with cheese 

My foot is ready to touch ya and scuff the 3's 

You couldn't move 'em with a Mustard beat plus with Yeez 

Cause you's a sorry mother-sucker, I'll buck ya then puff the trees 

I'm for real 

Do I kill it, certainly so 

Your lady say she don't 'member ever squirting before 

Till she had this player in the middle of the west, a flirtin' negro 

I'll knock her way down the coach for her burkin' ego 

Ya heard it?! 

(I heard it!) 

Let's give it up for the KC King 

But I never wanna get up in the race, we sing 

When I get up on a beat, I'ma bake these schemes 

Look at the Nina 

I'm comin' at you with a team of cleaners 

Rippin' and packin' arenas 

Thinkin' he better then he be the dreamer 

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So get off me 

Bitch get off me 

I just don't got no time for all you bitches and your soft way 

So get off me 

Bitch get off me 

I just don't got no time for all you bitches and your soft way 

Bitches ain't shit and they ain't never gon' be shit 

Talk like a asshole, baby girl eat shit 

Chach on this thief shit 

Dog off the leash shit 

Get yo BMF 

Yeah I'm on that leach shit (What) 

Money everywhere, nigga disrespect mine and we gunnin' everywhere 

Pussy's gettin no love mother-fuck a Februar' 

Cracked my enemy's girl then I fucked her everywhere 

Yeah I'm all up in these streets and you suckas never there 

80's baby and I grew up with cluckas everywhere 

Fuck that mad doggin got a shot for every stare 

If you wanna see fake take a look up in the mirror 

So get off me 

Bitch get off me 

I just don't got no time for all you bitches and your soft way 

So get off me 

Bitch get off me 

I just don't got no time for all you bitches and your soft way 

Clown Town! 

Clown Town!