[Intro: Tech N9ne]
Playtime's over, boy
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
With the strangers I bust in
They know I got some hella bangers and plus ends
They forget I grew up around danger and rough friends
Payless shoes to school Wranglers and tough skin
I'm the spring and I can make your green rise again
And trust that you gon' see the mean side of friends
O's make foes then you bring riders in
Who go back like Juicy Juice and King Vitamin
Sour Patch Kids wanna see you in the box
Simply because they never wanna see you in the guap
Silly you gotta see em the' I 'ias (?) in the awp
When they stirrin' up beef like Koreans in a wok (eh)
Trend, them niggas flin', they know the jealousy be having me in the red
Keep it on the swivel they might get you for the creb, you dead
Why the sour, though? Cuz I'm makin' bread
[Chorus : Keak da Sneak]
Sourdough, sour s-sour s-sour s-sourdough
I'm still a nigga, time to make me some sourdough [?]
Sourdough, sour s-sour s-sour s-sourdough
Why you so sour?
[Verse 2: LaRussell]
Hey, Is that LaRussell with the Tech N9ne?
Damn right, you better run
On the road they sourdough, these niggas buns
Huns, oh huns is how I like mine, you heard through the grape vine
They as sweat as white wine
Pour me a glass, I'm trying to get a buzz
These niggas salty, must be tryin' to kill a slug
Niggas ain't thugs, they just need a hug
Shit I'm so fly, I could be a bug
Every step I take, I'll feel the ground break
These niggas is harmless, they a ground snake
I start itching when I'm around hate
Shut up and listen when I'm around greats
Till the rest keep quiet, I'm tryin'a learn somethin'
When you this hot it's hard not to burn somethin'
Always got your hand out nigga earn somethin'
If you like butter and bread better turn somethin'
[Chorus: Keak da Sneak]
Sourdough, sour s-sour s-sour s-sourdough
I'm still a nigga, time to make me some sourdough [?]
Sourdough, sour s-sour s-sour s-sourdough
Why you so sour?
[Verse 3: Stunnaman02]
We still wit it (ha)
From the belly of the beast (arr)
I'm from the same place, you believe in me the least (how)
Difference between us, you complain, I increase
Guy hidin' in rolls all I started with was yeast (we here)
That's S-T-U-N-N-A man (I'm too)
Always got a method on how I can expand (woo)
I'm flexible with the plans (woo), impeccable with the hands (woo)
Rip the beat to no mas, no Roberto Durand (No mas, aye!)
To a diabetic I'm like insulin, I'm eatin' salad with my bread
Got my skin glistenin' (eat a salad!)
Sour cuz we home bread, got too much glycerin
What you want from motivation, what you get from discipline
They boxed in, close the door on us so we locked
We got the cookin', made our own bread, now we top 10
But not 10, through the concrete we made flowers, like Boudin with the clam chowder
We got em
[Chorus: Keak da Sneak]
Sourdough, sour s-sour s-sour s-sourdough
I'm still a nigga, time to make me some sourdough [?]
Sourdough, sour s-sour s-sour s-sourdough
Why you so sour?
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