Get Ya Head Right Lyrics - Misery Loves Kompany - Tech N9ne

It's been long day bussin' watchin' my songs pay 

After the show I'm tryna kick it the King Kong way 

Caribou Lou and got the music machine on play 

All I need is a chick to suck on my ding dong, hey 

Get my head right, it's incredible how they make it so edible 

Got me stiff like a lead pipe, man 

These cites are full of coochies and titties 

I'm super coo coo for kitties 

I'm 'bout ta shoot you wit gizzy so pretty 

Hella thizzy yo' beezy, like to creep with Tech Neezy 

She get giddy when she see me, really hope she ate Wheaties 

I will not take it easy, rip you out off your Bebe or BCBG 

When lettin' Floetry ease we 

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I'm smellin' like Luciano Saprani you can only get it at Nordstrom 

If you chumps can afford some 

Spray it on lightly and wallah, all of the whores come 

Work it Felicia O, until you end up wit a sore thumb 

Baby, can't you see? 

I can get yo' head right, leave it up to me 

Let me get yo' head right, ready 1, 2, 3 

I can get yo' head right, I'm the best it be 

I can get yo' head right, eh night 

I can make you feel like, real nice 

All up in yo' bed like, next to me 

Watch me get yo' head right, come with me 

I can get yo' head right 

Let me fuck wit ya mentals a lil', get in ya dentures 

Ma roll up this back wood sweet pour a lil' Remy I 

(Know we behind tint) 

Maybe we can do some things, you say ya head is on right 

(Then show me the brain) 

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Just let E run through you then take a toke of this purple 

And in a minute watch how D gon' do you 

You and you girlfriend said it ya self 

Why grab out the bottom of the pile 

When you can go get top shelf 

Ain't nothin' like it got ya feelin' the mood 

I done showed you enough right about now 

You should be feelin' ya dude, oh so you hyphy 

Now and willin' ta do, what you said you wasn't but it's too late 

I got my drillin' ya tooth 

Right after that I'm gon' be killin' the booth 

Tellin' my niggas how hard ya go 

I ain't even the star of the show 

This shit is crazy when ya spread right, four, five 

Six, bitches every night to get ya head right 

I took a flight from Boston, it was awesome 

Boss head, boss bread, when I tossed her 

Open mouth, closed legs, no abortions 

They like to please the god, so I don't force 'em 

Bob and weave like you boxin', baby, fuck the law 

I'ma give you Johnny Cochran, baby 

But you ain't my lady, this is just a good time 

Soon as I bust mine, I'ma tell ya good night 

Or good day but that's only in a good way 

Get good brain from Tuesday to Tuesday 

That's seven days a week, I'm gon' skeet 

If I call at 6: 30, she gon' play like she ain't sleep 

Wide awake or should I say wide awoke 

I stick my dick in her throat, whatever gon' float her boat 

But, one's trash is another man's treasure 

So if you gonna wife her than homey, you can get her 'cause 

Baby, can't you see? 

I can get yo' head right, leave it up to me 

Let me get yo' head right, ready 1, 2, 3 

I can get yo' head right, I'm the best it be 

I can get yo' head right, eh night 

I can make you feel like, real nice 

All up in yo' bed like, next to me 

Watch me get yo' head right, come with me 

I can get yo' head right