B.I.T.C.H. (feat. T-Pain)

No, you ain't supposed to put on your devil suit

When you come up in the church, young man

Now they ain't about to think you a rebel

You 'bout to make 'em think you birthed from flames

La, la, la-di-da-da, wanna be on TV just to show out for mi mama

But breakin' into colored houses, admit

That it's a B.I.T.C.H. when you sick like this

Puttin' all the face paint I can put on

Put my black jeans and black hood on

That's your TV I just stood on

With a faded habit, this brother, swerves when I sip vodka

I'm the latest rabbit, in other words, I'm a hip-hopper

You disc jockers never played me, you said my shit stopped ya

2001, I mixed opera, now every clique's got the

Sick caca with lots of rippin' about they chips, oughta

Listen to this quick choppa flippin' and poppin'

With the spirit of 'Pac and Big Poppa

Yeah, this for your mothafuckin' rap quotes

My shit is surprising and shocking like Barack votes

The traps broke, when I rapped with Tunechi and Stacks though

OG Mug said I'm gonna be the first rapper to cross over to black folk

Yeah, I'm breakin' into colored houses

Polo boots and hella dark-colored outfits

Yeah, I'm breakin' into colored houses

Fellas better put a chastity belt on your spouses

Man, it must suck to be you ****

'Cause it don't suck to be this rich

If you not fuckin' with me, brethren, you can suck upon this dick

Man, I just get it how we get it where I live (Where I live)

Somebody better call 911 (Call 911)

I'm breakin' in these ****' cribs

Yeah, we outchea workin' (Workin')

One thing for sure, two things for certain

I'm for real, that's how I live (That's how I live)

Somebody better call 911 (Call 911)

I'm breakin' in these ****' cribs

Since 2001, my people dodged me like Durango

Now at my shows I see more N-words than Django

(From Missouri) Like Nelly, Chingy, and Chain Hang Low

But Kansas City somewhere over the rainbow

I'm in your house, baby, I'm in your living room

Lookin' down your blouse, lady, and everybody is in tune

To Tech Nina, sex fiend, a threat to his and whom

They got a beautiful woman and givin' poon

They want it 'cause I'm 'bout to be big and (Boom)

Breakin' into colored houses is hard, mane

'Cause everybody got (Guns)

And they got (Dogs), and they got bars, mane

But I'm comin' through that TV

And all the ghetto is gon' see me, sippin' the KC tea

Now you know Tech N9ne, now everybody want a freebie

Damn, I'm breakin' into colored houses

Polo boots and hella dark-colored outfits

Yeah, I'm breakin' into colored houses

Fellas better put a chastity belt on your spouses

Man, it must suck to be you ****

'Cause it don't suck to be this rich

If you not fuckin' with me, brethren, you can suck upon this dick

Man, I just get it how we get it where I live (Where I live)

Somebody better call 911 (Call 911)

I'm breakin' in these ****' cribs

Yeah, we outchea workin' (Workin')

One thing for sure, two things for certain

I'm for real, that's how I live (That's how I live)

Somebody better call 911 (Call 911)

I'm breakin' in these ****' cribs

My people missin' me, like Diana Ross

No, this ain't MMG, but I am a boss

Although I'm wicked, see, I'm fly, and I floss

So, why am I lost? Like my jam is off

Yes, you a day late, better late than never

I'm a veteran, my cheddar been truly silly like Stevie J face

Every last one of these evil haters, they see me vacate

Tip to the crib, turn on the television, and see my face like

(Hey, wait) Hey

Man, it must suck to be you ****

'Cause it don't suck to be this rich

If you not fuckin' with me, brethren, you can suck upon this dick

Man, I just get it how we get it where I live (Where I live)

Somebody better call 911 (Call 911)

I'm breakin' in these ****' cribs

Yeah, we outchea workin' (Workin')

One thing for sure, two things for certain

I'm for real, that's how I live (That's how I live)

Somebody better call 911 (Call 911)

I'm breakin' in these ****' cribs