Sex to the Beat - Lyrics - Tech N9ne

Hahahahahaha Tech N9ne Aye, a *** came to party 151 Rum, Bacardi Pineapple juice and Malibu get it started Then, Oh Lordy, I seen a big *** shawty [Chorus] x 2 Krizz Kaliko To the beat, sex I'ma beat that To the beat, sex I'ma beat that To the beat, sex I'ma beat that To the beat, sex (Knock, knock it out the body) Tech N9ne I got rhythm (cha) When the women see me on stage Later on we sexually engaged, that's what I give em Strokes full of energy (cha) Beat it like my enemy (cha) Watch a *** centipede on lemon, Sprite, and Hennessy (cha) Pumpin on the thick woman is my thang (cha) Crunk on a ***, bumpin to my game (cha) 57th Street, got the legged D *** on a big ???? (cha) Tech's immaculate, but when I style, checkin' all the *** gon' KNOW (cha) That I pump the magic, when the people ask, when the meat's molasses they GLOW (cha) Hit it hard, then it's scarred Dig it til it's split apart Get it when it's witted Clitted, pivots, quit it when it's dark Then wake up in the mornin' (cha) Straight to the beat we bonin' (cha) No, we not kiddin' so I guess you can say we grownin' (cha) (kids cheering) And you can smell that Steamin' hell cat 'cause I swell that, long *** Play wit it like her own toy (cha) If you can feel that Run and tell that, run and tell that, home boy, ho ho home boy. [Chorus] x 2 Kutt Calhoun Yo young baby what you do-lien, do-lien? Yeah, you heard of me That Mr. Bunk Rock, hit your funk spot Long *** home-no-lien Got a sex jacket for screw-lien Too-lien *** and booties (The Kutty Coochie King) Now they crownin me nubian (Kutty Calzone) Once I stuff it, then it's a wrap full of sausage You done sauced it, Porky Piggin' you from the back 'cause I'ma Beat-deet beat-deet that meat-deet 'til you start twe-deeking out ya sheets Once you beat-deat then I'm gon' skeet-deet I'm out gon' screechin' each down your streets To the rhythm of the kick drum *** wantin to get their *** sprung Hen and Bacardi gets the *** numb That was the old me To all the women who know'd me Promoted by word of mouth to the noseys Life was like pickin' up women off I was pickin' up different *** nightly More off to stick my *** in them, YEAH I was quite sinister, all ya hoes I remember ya But Now that I'm married got a wife that I be hittin up [Chorus] x 2 Bizzy Look, gizzle Naw OK we lookin' for them peanut butter milkshake big misses Throw a *** all up in your *** Young *** front a milli out the mout Wit your *** Tecca Ninna, better guard your chickens I'm due, for a little bit of stickin' Might even do a little bit of lickin' Gotta be back for that treatment, you tell us' ho you might end up missin' I be givin' them hell in the sheets Like feel like yo *** in hell of a beast Yo be up in that thang for weeks, but give a Bianca an hour at least Gotta pop that P when I'm in that V that let's me know you G Stay wit me sexin' you's all I need *** that Jonesy. *** *** like pops When I'm in the pink I don't stop If you *** good when I pull up out you better guard your grill or get shot. (blauw!) Ain't no discussion, when them Vickys drop I'm goin' in Settin' your *** up tonight, get down like a *** be Pistol's between the mattresses Goin up while I'm tappin' it Grippin' and smackin' it Hope for I to get sucked up after this This *** right here for the hoes wit heavy duty booties Gotta *** me to the beat whenever you get the chance to screw me [Chorus] x 2