Текст, перевод и аккорды “He Wanna Be Paid”
- Intro: Tech N9ne in this bitch (Tech N9ne, Tech N9ne) Bout to make em dance once again baby (once again baby) But this time, Imma talk about one of my friends baby (yeah) yo it's been long overdue baby (that's right) Long Overdue (how we do it) But you asked for it So now I gotta give it to you, (give it to you) Get Paid Let me tell you a little story about this nigga I know From the M and the O A chemical nigga who says I got criminal flows Imma set the record straight for a second Everybody knows this nigga is hot-headed And due for a mic checkin You drew first blood in '94 Trickin with my baby momma You know the one you called a ho Imma let you know That if you take it back to the past When I was squeezing hella ass and playin hookie You can ask my bro, He will let you know Back then I shared my pussy You was using music as a form of pursuing Pussy sneakin in her bed and beggin for a screwin Who the fuck is you foolin? I can still make her make you put yo muthafuckin mic down Straight interrupt yo show And serve yo ass in her nightgown Right now Fuck the rappin, we can fight now Tight style, Sell for miles Change the name Vell to Vall Call him Dame or Gal Cause the way he came was foul Nigga that's bitch shit Tech N9ne you dissed it But they missed it Told me that you sold 200,000 with pride But you lied, I don't mean to hurt yo feelings inside But you sold 5,000 Nationwide You a clown man You niggas think I jokin, go check the SoundScan All I wanna know is… [Chorus] Why this nigga steadily savin his flows for me? (He wanna be paid) And why this nigga basin his whole life on challenging me? (He wanna be paid) Fuckin with 56 Villain get you shot up Midwest side will chase em down with a choppa Muthafucka thinking Teccanina gonna chop up Something wrong with his Medulla Obligota (Verse 2) Yo This nigga struggling to be the better man Why fuck around with a tech milla meter When you know the nigga is a clever brand Naw, I ain't never ever seen the niggas video Cause It never ran And you got the audacity to say Tech N9ne ain't a veteran? Nigga, I wrote my first rhyme in '85 right '86, '87, '88, name me Tech N9ne right '89, '90, I was rippin hella shows, don't you even try cat '90 through '99 equals 15 years and I done rapped with some of the best, Muthafucka can you buy that? We recognize you wanna be the best rapper in Kansas City That's small time That's why yo shit will never be in the hands of many My shit is clean and packs a punch pal And yeah you right, yo shit's a sloppy hurl and drunk style This nigga is failin in the biz Bets step behind this Don't know where his mind is That's why the Nina's bout to tell it like it is Tech Tech N9ne is Kansas City's Finest All I wanna know is… [Chorus] Why this nigga steadily savin his flows for me? (He wanna be paid) And why this nigga basin his whole life on challenging me? (He wanna be paid) Fuckin with 56 Villain get you shot up Midwest side will chase em down with a choppa Muthafucka thinking Teccanina gonna chop up Something wrong with his Medulla Obligota Yo, the fact is we both ain't makin no real money And I'm blastin a nigga which makes the situation real funny I'm beginning to see real deals, real scrill and real honeys And you don't wanna get with a nigga that's sick makes you a real dummy He said I worship satan and he worship god that's why we can't work Nigga that's a cop out, bout to make yo eyes pop out when I whip my cock out And say I seen you comin out of Roc house This is the third round knockout When you die and all ya piss, cum, and feces drop out Tellin muthafuckas we bit (Let's Get Fucked Up) From yo just locally hit (Bounce, Bounce, Bounce, Bounce) Knowin the shit that we spit (Make bitches wanna fuck) And make niggas get on they grit (And yo shit don't) We officially bumped heads at the Lou Ou Niggas are through now Who growled at the Holy Temple Bandits Crew style Niggas are too foul Sole and Tech, and you can bet you'll never see em wet You sound like Chuck Rock, with a little bit of DMX Now Imma end this by sayin Regime Life and 56 Vil Said Tech rappin on his shit payin for him and his kids meals I feel bad for the nigga, so Imma let it out A gift from me to you, Ex-Cousin, Retalliate and go get breaded out.. [Chorus] Why this nigga steadily savin his flows for me? (He wanna be paid) And why this nigga basin his whole life on challenging me? (He wanna be paid) Fuckin with 56 Villain get you shot up Midwest Side will chase him down with a choppa Muthafucka thinking Teccanina gonna chop up Something wrong with his Medulla Obligota Fuckin with 56 Villain get you shot up Midwest side will chase him down with a choppa Muthafucka thinking Teccanina gonna chop up Something wrong
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