| Da da da da da da da
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| Da da da da da da
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| Da da da da, come on
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| Do you take this man to be you lawfully wedded husband
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| In sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer
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| For better or for worse, ‘til death do you part? |
| I do
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| Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife
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| In sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer
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| For better or for worse, ‘til death do you part? |
| I do
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| From the words of a patriot
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| I often fear that the sins in my past
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| Will come back to haunt me
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| But the consequences are more than I can bare
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| I feel that shit, this piece right here
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| Is about what comes with fame
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| And the struggle to keep family within a family
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| I give you, this ring
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| (This ring)
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| Got me a top notch straight hot fox
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| We sought rocks and the ewok slot was caught
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| Got dropped two playing hopscotch on the block
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| Ought not twat plot yo' for hops knot I brought dots
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| (This ring)
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| Help me remain sane, no damn games
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| Came from bane to a changed mane
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| No cane thang refrain from gang bang
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| Slang a praying brain reigns family fame, then came pain
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| (Say hello to Tech N9ne!)
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| Everybody wanna be down with a nigga
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| Women get a whiff of the money
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| Thinking of taking it from me
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| They get up in the club, giving the love
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| Throwing the pussy full of liquor and bud
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| Booty hopping around up in the mo
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| Get to looking around
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| Every ho wanna lick a nigga low
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| Infatuated with niggas with dough
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| Get 'em in the sack and try to make 'em let it go (Tech N9ne)
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| Be autographing bitches in front of rapping niggas
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| Who think of having figures they get to grabbing triggas
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| They can’t imagine villains when they come back and get us
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| We get to whacking niggas
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| I ain’t never wanted no parts of this
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| I don’t never want to break another heart for this
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| Why the devil gotta make it, why the Lord
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| Wanna make something that’ll kill something so marvelous
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| (This ring)
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| Brings demeaning demons in (G-strings)
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| Songs we sing make 'em fiend semen and (Green things)
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| Clinging, dreaming, thinking of being (Mrs. thing)
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| With this ring
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| But if I wasn’t Tech N9ne
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| Bitches wouldn’t even wanna be with Tech N9ne
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| If I did no music then would you respect mine
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| This wedding band and music
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| Draws a line between life and Tech N9ne
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| (This ring)
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| Was supposed to protect a nigga, best for niggas
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| Who couldn’t stop having sex with bitches
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| Bless the missus, who stress to kiss us
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| Even though we spend our checks with strippers
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| Obsessed with clitorises (This ring)
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| Made a nigga feel macho
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| Cry for, lie for, die for, my ho
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| Nigga I go face diablo with a hostile gospel
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| If I can’t have tres or cuatro, little vatos
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| I’ma let a lot flow what they sell, up in osco, up a nostril
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| (That sound like Tech N9ne)
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| Nigga where the weed where the
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| Muthafukin' blow and the hoes? |
| (Yes, yes!)
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| Next to me is ecstasy asking me if I wanna roll (Yes, yes!)
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| Bitches never gave a fuck about a fling, makes it exciting
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| When a married nigga wanna fuck around
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| And bitch know he’s down for the fling (Yes, yes!)
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| I’ve been tested and a lot of times been invested
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| Didn’t know this Tech’s shit
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| Would constantly get a nigga molested
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| Been approached by some of the best tricks
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| In the game and they came strong but I hanged on
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| To this ring and I hope my son don’t sing the same song
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| Quincy J. told me, superstars are good providers
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| But two times out of ten when we’re on tour family’s not beside us
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| What can a nigga do when he makes ends
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| Add more to the time they spend
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| While he make ends, everything else breaking
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| And the bond at the house may end
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| And your wifey steady yellin' 'bout quality time
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| And you think, with all the fame and fortune shit oughta be fine
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| But what happens when the divorce papers just gotta be signed
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| And you lose half and your children 'cause you gotta be N9ne
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| I wanna relax with them and spend time to the maximum
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| But if silence is golden, then me making noise is platinum
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| I gotta be Tech and daddy and hubby
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| But music, women mixed with family’s ug-aly
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| I know and you know that hella be
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| Hot for a nigga’s infidelity, but until then (What)
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| God, forgive me for any promises that I broke
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| Family, can I be forgiven for all the liquor and weed that I smoke?
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| When I succeed, will I cope
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| Will I still breathe without both
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| This ring (Tech N9ne)
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| I don’t know but when I go I’m leaving out dope |