Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Kixin' It, artist - Tech N9ne. Date of issue: 18.05.2009
Song language: English
We Kixin' It |
| Guess I never grow up. |
| security! |
| ease up, let a big star enter |
| I just want to drink and flirt with the female bartender |
| Kixin' it, You up tight but I’m in a loose mood |
| Mixin' it, not much ice its a vodka and juice booze |
| Mixin' it, which one might be the vodka and boose boose |
| Fixin' it, my home slice yellin out 'coose dude' |
| Heh, dont do the same old two step throw it up I want to see what city you in |
| Dancin with a beezy, got my hands where the cushion at |
| Yellin at the squares 'what the hell is you lookin at?' |
| Booty I’m gripsin' it, know that I’m gonna be twistin' it |
| Never could tell me to cool it because I’m a villain and baby we kixin it! |
| I’m cleaned up, my greens up, I’m teamed up |
| Ya team must be steamed up because we kixin' it |
| We got the liquor in the door we mixin' it |
| We lettin everybody know we hate fakes, frauds, false, foes |
| We dont want to see 'em. |
| we let everybody know we kixin' it |
| We got the liquor in the door, we mixin it |
| Come on everybody ooohh! |
| Kicken its automatic once I bit into this tablet probably never quit kicken it |
| 'till I kick my drinking habit |
| I doubt it will ever happen but never is what you never say |
| Matter of fact I haven’t had a drink well since yesterday |
| My diction’s a lil slurry and visions a lil blurry |
| Stomache bubbling a lil bit, chickens a lil curry |
| The club fin to close so sippen this in a hurry |
| And plus I’m temporarily fixing to getting married |
| The party’s in the parking lot, looming the mac world |
| Sobered up and noticed I was stroken on a fat girl! |
| Ohh ohh no no Santa Clause please say it ain’t so! |
| But I’m still in to kick it though, cup empty get some more |
| Say I shouldn’t drink and drive, I party at the liquor store! |
| Dun Dealer, Tech N9ne, Ron Ron, got these chicks waving they hands in the air |
| like they pom-poms |
| Pop the military mind it but I’m calm niggers ask for a little bit of war but |
| I’m nam |
| Hit the club for an hour then I’m gone to the after party twenty missed calls |
| from von-von |
| I’m on some shit way over your head, swear to don if I get pissed I’m probally |
| goin faaade |
| We’s big time, you’s hardly major. |
| we spot bad chicks and fill em up with party |
| favors |
| Yeah all the haters we skrillin get stilla grit. |
| get an empty cup and fill it |
| quick |
| 'Till its six in the morn, in the tel, killen slit lay my perpes, |
| till the day I die who spit it real as this |
| I’m cleaned up, my greens up, I’m teamed up |
| The tea must be steamed up because we kixin' it |
| We got the liquor in the door we mixin' it |
| We lettin everybody know we hate fakes, frauds, false, foes |
| We dont want to see 'em. |
| we let everybody know we kixin' it |
| We got the liquor in the door, we mixin it |
| Come on everybody ooohh! |
| Take yo phone an shine your light an with your left cause te liquor id in your |
| right hand |
| Put your phone up, turn your cup up. |
| grap a lady put your hand right on her butt |
| Now squeeze it squeeze it come on squeeze it squeeze it |
| Thats your gal now ya’ll can go on home and lay that ass on the couch and get |
| your bone on |