Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sriracha, artist - Tech N9ne. Date of issue: 08.12.2016
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Sriracha |
| Yeah, yeah, hell yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, hell yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, hell yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, hell |
| Froze over, when you thought you could hold Yoda |
| With flows older than the first sold cold soda |
| Grow more for my bros those rojo soldiers |
| Them cincos are at it again, blow doja |
| I am like Iron Mike, back in the day |
| My rhyming’s iron height, defiant flight |
| Try and bite, like a razor in a candy apple |
| A taser in a jammy, tackled |
| By a neighbor with the family shackles |
| Laboring a man he’s gaffled |
| I get angry, I sip bombs (Chea!) on your rich lawn |
| I was brought up Muslim and Christian |
| I been studying Chrislam (Chea!) |
| That’s not a thing so I place this John |
| In your chicks palm |
| Give her something beautiful to kiss on |
| 'Til I spit one to her lip balm (Chea!) |
| I’ve been rhyming since Reagan in politics |
| Polished it then got a big wallet where all of my dollars sit |
| To the wall is split, then I gotta sick the casa, your god exists |
| 'Cause a lot of chicks holler «Mr. |
| Chopper you’re hot as shit» |
| Ah! |
| They say I’m the best at what I do |
| After me it’s 5, 4, 3, and 2 |
| Sometime I think they all gum bumpin' |
| So I tell them all to put that on somethin' |
| Sriracha, I put that on everything |
| Sriracha, I put that on everything |
| Sriracha, I put that on everything |
| Sriracha, I put that on everything |
| Yeah, I guess I’m supposed to come with that fast flow |
| Woo! |
| I guess I’m supposed to come with that gas flow |
| But no, I’ma just spit it, I’ma get it good |
| Wish you would tell me what I should do |
| I don’t know, hit the door |
| Uh, yeah, feel like I been here before |
| Maybe I have but I can’t fuck with it |
| Hit 'em with a semiautomatic, watch 'em duck with it |
| Speaking on lyrical ability |
| Everyone in my vicinity, blowing they mind like Kennedy |
| I got no love for the enemy, somebody tell me the remedy |
| I’m like what’s good, been fine |
| Tell me what’s on your mind, rewind this shit |
| My message is beyond this shit |
| I put that on everything, I’m just being honest, shit |
| So what’s up, hold up |
| Tech, I’m sorry for the hold-up but I been on the road |
| Should have had this verse to your ass a long time ago |
| When I put that on everything, I ain’t had a minute to myself |
| But I been living like I ain’t finna see tomorrow |
| I ain’t focused on no wealth |
| I been living good, I been feeling fine |
| Pass the sriracha, I put that shit on all of mine |
| Busting like Columbine combined with a terrorist’s mind |
| That’s been confined to four walls for some time |
| They say I’m the best at what I do |
| After me it’s 5, 4, 3, and 2 |
| Sometime I think they all gum bumpin' |
| So I tell them all to put that on somethin' |
| Sriracha, I put that on everything |
| Sriracha, I put that on everything |
| Sriracha, I put that on everything |
| Sriracha, I put that on everything |
| Sriracha, the flavor popper |
| We gotcha, even haters jock us |
| These choppers invade the knockers then blocker |
| Disintegrating every chakra, eager to off ya |
| You can bet that we doin' it proper |
| When I put the bullets in a fully with a hoodie |
| Ain’t nobody gon' stop us, nobody gon' top us |
| We leave 'em with no option, and leave 'em with no conscience |
| Even though I can achieve it no problem |
| And even though I could’ve seen what they watchin' |
| TV with a DVD, I can repeat what I see, these streets jockin' |
| Easy, if it need be then I just eat beats |
| Like I’m Eazy-E, Compton, I eat meat like I’m EBT shopping |
| Credit Card max, bend the bars back |
| Fuck your ho, get brain and all that |
| Run in your house and bring your whore back |
| Sever your face and dead the doormat |
| Who got the keys to the rented Corvette? |
| Can’t catch me, I’m the man in all black |
| I been on that shit since Katt been on crack |
| Fuck that, I been nice way before that |
| Can’t ignore that, you can try though |
| But you gon' end up next to Dido |
| I’m that pen that wrote the Bible |
| I’m on your skin like vitiligo |
| Sing for the moment, I hit the high note |
| Someone please let Elton John know |
| Tell the lieutenant I’m Hect Camacho |
| With a Catholic priest and the Pentecostal |
| Why y’all niggas wiggidy wiggidy wack, get a nigga in the back |
| With an umbilical patch, jump in the middle of the track |
| None of you niggas can act so y’all niggas are packed |
| Come and get it again, fuckin' a bitch in the whip |
| Give me your moment to fall, I’m gonna fit in the car |
| I can do better than yours, I can be ready to brawl |
| I can be shattered and all, nobody want to be hard |
| Better be ready for war, tell me who ready for more (Joyner!) |
| They say I’m the best at what I do |
| After me it’s 5, 4, 3, and 2 |
| Sometime I think they all gum bumpin' |
| So I tell them all to put that on somethin' |
| Sriracha, I put that on everything |
| Sriracha, I put that on everything |
| Sriracha, I put that on everything |
| Sriracha, I put that on everything |