Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Here Comes Tecca Nina, artist - Tech N9ne. Date of issue: 23.09.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Here Comes Tecca Nina |
| I be bussin', parents be fussin and cussin' |
| Cause all I talk about is silicon and muffins |
| So if you didn’t come to hear some strip club hits |
| Then get the hell on cause I’m getting' my mail on I’m hustlin' |
| I’m talkin' about foes I’m talkin' about fans and kitties |
| I’m talkin' about ho’s and I’m talking about Kansas City |
| That’s where I dwell wit wit, my, my vills and I, I, I will |
| Pop hot rocks 4 real venomous |
| When it gets hot, the Tech’s straight killin' hataz |
| When it gets rock, the sex rates 10 I made her sit on this jock |
| Spits quick game inovator chick generator quick trip James Lemonader |
| This is the beginning of blingin' and houses |
| And women welcoming angels and demons on couches |
| And sinnin' I’m alive and well |
| The demise will bring ghost stories when I rise |
| In hell them alive will still vote 4 me |
| Watch out cause here comes Tecca nina |
| Roll out cause here comes Tecca nina |
| Drop down cause here comes Tecca nina |
| Here comes Tecca nina |
| Here comes Tecca nina |
| Bunsai baby everone’s high smokin' and drinkin' |
| And poppin' so hurry come fly cause I got plenty rolls |
| And I got plenty dough and we got plenty ho’s |
| We roll on 24's |
| What it is? |
| What it was? |
| And what it shall be? |
| Where the blizz? |
| Where the ale? |
| Where’s the belve? |
| Caraboulou is 151 and Malibu Rum and pineapple so |
| What’s this weakness you tryin' to sell me? |
| I represent the Rogue Dog Villain niggas |
| Better repent the foes all feelin triggas |
| You got me bent, we rolls all peelin skrilla |
| Roll call willin' killaz froze yall feelin' millas |
| This be the best time to bust your best rhyme |
| You bring your best rhyme I’m on your next line |
| And when I flex mine I see respect signs call the request line |
| And just say TECH N9NE |
| They call me Tecca nina that be my nickname |
| I often wreck arenas most of 'em chicks man |
| Spoil us with checks and Visa cause how we spit game |
| Havin' her bless the weiner I love 2 get brain |
| 4 chicks in the back of the truck, backin' it up |
| Suckin' on tongues, laughin' it up |
| Gassin at Kutt, bussin' her bun slappin' it up |
| Quick wrappin' it up, get thrust with no funds then passin the butt |
| Absolute when I shoot the shit |
| Juice the chicks with flows that you use ta get |
| Take 'em to Adam’s house, don’t rat 'em out |
| Or take 'em down to wesses get breastes |
| Up in yo face and scat 'em out |
| Make room 4 the crew with beats |
| That thump I got the sickness horny chicks mighty mine be |
| Straight doom, 4 the crew that skeet |
| Like chumps I bring 'em 66 triple 8 46 993 |