Tech N9ne feat. 816 Boyz Bang Out Lyrics

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CD 1
  • 1 Stars
  • 2 Welcome to Strangeland
  • 3 Unfair
  • 4 Kocky
  • 5 Who Do I Catch
  • 6 My Favorite
  • 7 Retrogression
  • 8 Bang Out
  • 9 Beautiful Music
  • 10 Won't You Come Dirty
  • 11 Sad Circus
  • 12 The Noose
  • 13 Slave
  • 14 Overwhelming
  • 15 Gods
    CD 2
  • 1 I Need A Drink
  • 2 The Real Thing
  • 3 EMJ
  • 4 Road Rage
  • [Intro]
    What the fuck do I hear mayne? Listen
    I think some bitches coming near me, dwam!

    (I need you to do something for me)
    (What's that baby?)
    (Ehm, I don't know if you can handle this)
    (Shit, I can handle whatever)
    (I need you to just bang out!)

    [Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
    816 Boyz! Ain't we sick, boy?
    Here I come baby, the areola mayne!
    And the Hennessy got me numb
    Like I shot my dick with Novocaine
    Fuck with Nina if you want to come
    Ain't no slackin' in my tappin' bitch I pump for fun
    Got these bad bitches at the bar, and a bunch of rum
    Wanna fuck Tech? So I guess they want to jump the gun
    They want me to bang out, that's what I do when my thang out
    Then I'm gonna put it right in their mouth
    Beat the panini 'til one of them say ouch
    Right! If they came to Nina with tight cats
    They end up loose as a goose they pussies to ice packs
    Real life Jack, they can be white, black, nice, fat
    Just need a crevice to put my pipe at
    So when we bang out baby fight back
    And I'mma knock it out like my name was young Mike, crack!

    [Hook]
    Told me to bang, bang, bang
    Like it ain't a thang, thang, thang
    Let me say your name daddy
    When I tell you "beat it up" stop me
    Want you try to pull that thang out
    Baby can we shang' out?
    Told me to bang, bang, bang
    Like it ain't a thang, thang, thang
    Let me say your name poppy
    When you hear me holla' don't stoppy
    Want you to try to wear that thang out
    Baby can we bang out?

    [Verse 2: Krizz Kaliko]
    I like them kind of girls, only two kind of girls
    Good ol' big ones and big old' good ones, baby mama girl!
    Not prejudice I like the light ones
    White ones, black as night ones (Okay)
    My fetish is to leave the lights on, watch her while I pipe her (Okay)
    I been around the globe, the motherlands, the mother load
    And Asian girls, call them choppies, boricuas call me papi
    Down under the Sheila's, under the sheets and she's a pleaser
    European girl straighten my Leaning Tower of Pisa
    Middle Eastern girls let me under the tunic
    Snake and bat know we runnin'
    They comin' back cause they want it
    Ayo fat girls, come 'ere are you ticklish?
    I'm mad niggerish, pull out the licorice and she told me to

    [Hook]

    [Verse 3: Kutt Calhoun]
    The way you make that booty talk, I know your ass a liar
    So when I spank it then you whine for me to pacify it
    You call me daddy cause I beat it like my own kids
    Them other niggas just some minute-men, Uncle Ben's
    But I'm a Capricorn I'm packed like I'm strapped for porn
    I whip the pussy like slave masters, they backs is torn
    My pole reels them in, right by they black whiskers
    Rough it and catch, then release 'em when I'm catfishin'
    Brown, white, yellow, tan, and all the black women
    Know I Kutt it bang out and this dick is what's attractin' 'em
    Even when I pass it to the homies like they Badminton
    Now I'm undastandin' why these hoes keep comin' back, nigga

    [Hook]

    [Verse 4: Makzilla]
    Ay-ay-ay turn me up yep yep loud in here
    So that everyone can hear, I got bang bang of the year
    Yes them voted me so sexy, Tech and Crystal nigga's lace me
    I been came up out my shit, oh shit, goddamn I'm raisin' hell
    Oh well, no, I do not kiss and squeal
    I am Vegas secrets so my lips forever sealed
    And I'm snorin', in my PJ's bitch I'm snorin'
    Wakin' up like OMG, O-OMG white girl alarm
    Hit-hit the snooze pu-wah-uss
    Friend walked in now-now there's two
    She kissed her, she kissed you
    Now, now they turn focused on me
    Zip the zipper, kiss the hitter
    Bent her over, went to hit her
    Now, now, Mak, Mak-zilla’s known as Mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mister

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