Artist: Tech N9ne Album: The Storm * Song: Wet Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com * deluxe edition bonus disc [Intro: Tech N9ne] I ain't spillin nuttin And I'm really struttin This liquor feel all sudden Eee-ya-ya-ya Hit the flo' like whoa Ain't no tellin what Bianca fo' sho' might go Make hella dough like blow But it - must be that vodka that's makin me hot as fuck [Tech N9ne] Look at me, I'm sweatin like I hit a sherm stick Fishnet, hairnet to cover my perm bitch That's how I feel right now, I ain't concerned with the germs, here to kill right now, I come to terms with the loss of my Swisher right when I passed it to a bad bitch Maybe she'll let me take home that ass, hit and casket it Functional drunk and I mastered it, fast with it Askin if this chick wanna dip and dap and let me smash it a bit Talkin 'bout wet Gave her the woop-wap, she's shoutin out "Tech" Nina bopper seen the proper thing that brought the cream up out the jeans and I'm 'bout the zing-zing lead a spot and flee to the block and I free hit like a stream Whole team keep it hot grits I do NOT spit shit if it is NOT lit So much liquor mixin in here I might be toxic Sweatin like fire, embalmin fluids where I drop sticks [Chorus: Tech N9ne] In this thang drippin like I'm on we-we-wet Whole body and my face full of swe-swe-sweat On my level everybody tryna ge-ge-get I don't get that stressed, when I rep that set In this thang drippin like I'm on we-we-wet Whole body and my face full of swe-swe-sweat On my level everybody tryna ge-ge-get Must be that vodka that's makin me hot as fuck [Tech N9ne] Sweatin like I took a dip in the pool Mixin your liquors'll hit ya, have you trippin a fool My hitters'll get ya, tryin to flip, ain't tryin to get to the tool We ain't boolies when we bickin, we bool We on the couch we Tom Cruise, spillin Bom booze on shoes Anybody that test us you gon' lose So let's spark a blizzy, take a drizzy, pop a pizzy, get so dizzy Grab a brizzy then get busy, Kansas Cizzy in Missizzi Cause the way, my bank account is set up I can't pay the tab - but after 12 AM I can bread up Then it's on, we'll be gettin zoned to the morn' DTF ladies comin to make a porn, we record it with a drone [Interlude: Tech N9ne] I ain't spillin nuttin (nuttin on me) And I'm really struttin (the one and only) This liquor feel all sudden (yeah yeah yeah) Eee-ya-ya-ya Hit the flo' like whoa Ain't no tellin what Bianca fo' sho' might go Make hella dough like blow But it - must be that vodka, feel like I'm wearin Chewbacca [Chorus] [Tech N9ne] Don't ever try to be me, cheah I know what you do when you see me I'm makin it look so easy But you don't really wanna copy me Don't ever try to be me Cheah, everybody just Cause when we hit the town It's, go-ing, down [Chorus] - minus last line [Tech N9ne] Must be that, lovely wet