"Get Off Me" lyrics - TECH N9NE

TECH N9NE

"Get Off Me"

(Jason Martin / Darrein Safron / Michael "Seven" Summers / Aaron Yates)

feat. Darrein Safron & Problem

[Intro: Tech N9ne]
I'm just tryin' to try
When haters do what they do and steady hidin' the lie
Laughing while we, ridin' and high
'Cause we know that they ladies will let us slide in their pie
Yeah, they call us nook nook crooks
'Cause all they hear from the room is Babadook-dook-dook
Yeah, you think I make rooks book?
Well my singin' partner 'bout to murder before he do the hook, look

[Verse 1: Darrein Safron]
Starting from nothing, I did it
Y'all mad 'cause you didn't
Y'all mad 'cause y'all ain't in it
Y'all mad 'cause I got the master plan, cash got no limit
I might ride to your block and let this drop when I'm finished
Uh, yeah, put that on your head
People thought we was recording 'cause the dot shot red
I just do this for my homies 'til the block get fed
I rap slow so you understand what the fuck I said
But...
Ok I'm still on my grind, holding minds down with it
I'm keepin' my side
Open ya third eye
They thinking you're blind
Strap to the back, with a Mac' in a backpack
Homies' strapped, and ready to ride
Feeling like Biggie, I'm Ready To Die

[Chorus: Darrein Safron]
So get off me
Bitch get off me
I just don't got no time for all you bitches and your soft way
So get off me
Bitch get off me
I just don't got no time for all you bitches and your soft way

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Whoever said Tech N9na ain't the shizzy is a busta deluxe with cheese
My foot is ready to touch ya and scuff the 3's
You couldn't move 'em with a Mustard beat plus with Yeez
'Cause you's a sorry mother-sucker, I'll buck ya then puff the trees
I'm for real
Do I kill it, certainly so
Your lady say she don't 'member ever squirting before
'Til she had this player in the middle of the west, a flirtin' negro
I knocked her way down to coach from her Birkin ego
Ya heard it?!
(I heard it!)
Let's give it up for the KC King
But I never wanna get up in the race, we sing
When I get up on a beat, I'ma bake these schemes
Look at the N9na
I'm comin' at you with a team of cleaners
Rippin' and packin' arenas
Thinkin' he better then he be the dreamer

[Verse 3: Problem]
Bitches ain't shit and they ain't never gon' be shit
Talk like a asshole, baby girl eat shit
Chach on this thief shit
Dog off the leash shit
Get yo BMF
Yeah I'm on that Meech shit (What)
Money everywhere, nigga disrespect mine and we gunnin' everywhere
Pussy's gettin no love mother-fuck a Februar'
Cracked my enemy's girl then I fucked her everywhere
Yeah I'm all up in these streets and you suckas never there
80's baby and I grew up with cluckas everywhere
Fuck all that mad doggin got a shot for every stare
If you wanna see fake take a look up in the mirror

[Outro:]
Clown Town!
Clown Town!
*screaming*