We Kixin' It

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]

(Big gasp) I feel like I'm about to throw up (Ugh!)

Gang signs cause I'm kixin' it! (Oh)

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, it's 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!

[Chorus: Tech N9ne]

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!

[Verse 2: Ron Ron]

Kickin' it's automatic once I bit into this tablet probably never quit kickin' 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

Stomach bubblin' a lil' bit, chickens a lil' curry

The club fin to close so sippin' 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 no Santa Clause please say it ain't so!

But I'm still finna kick it though, cup empty get some more

Say I shouldn't drink and drive, I party at the liquor store!

[Chorus: Tech N9ne]

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!

[Verse 3: The Popper]

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 niggas 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 yo' 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 favours

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?

[Chorus: Tech N9ne]

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!

[Outro: Tech N9ne]

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