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“that box” tech n9ne
turn me up a little bit louder rob, cuz i want all the ass shakers to feel this shit yadda mean, tech n9ne
ha, check it out, ya
i'm lookin’ for that little lady with a lotta butt
so i can get ya to my crib and throw that bottom up
i hope you got enough, we rock G spots neighbors be complainin’ when i make your pussy beat box
yea
i like how that sound
front desk callin’ telling’ us to hold it down,
nox because we rollin’ off dem mollipops
we rebel and ghetto like wyan-da da- dotte
waddup, KCMO kck nigga
north kansas city throw pussy everyday nigga
this shit right here nigga, is fo the real thizzlas
cash makers, ass shakers stackin’ trill figures
we’ve got a lot of it tech nina just gotta hit
other niggas worship the couchie but im the god of it
ya im on some holla shit even though nina got a bitch

i love the way you wiggle and wobble it, its so marvelous
so hey hey hey baby tell me what ya say,
tell that nigga that-a-way and freak monday thru saturday
the way you pop its an incredible scene
im trying to tell ya baby girl I wanna to get inbetween (that box)
aint nothing betta or wetta than that box
how can i vet up and get up in that box
you keep my head up and fed up in that box
lady in your box, baby and that box
aint nothing betta or wetta than (that box)
how can i vet up and get up in that box
you keep my head up and fed up in that box
lady in your box, baby and that box
been trying to get in since i got out
I get into any of ‘em, many of ‘em, why,
And I am the biggest, ?____?
I’ve been into many of ‘em, plenty of em, why
That box, got me huntin’ for every fox
And I need it lots, gots to give me it
Gettin’ off my rocks
can I
Can I just get a taste of it, It makes me crazy cravin’ it,
All in my face and I make sure I put my name in it
Ah!
Jabbin’ like zabb thirsty for me to hurt with this purchable
Like the purposee is to got to work on this
Ah!
She wouldn’t let me go,
And you better get up outta the bed if your aint hollerin’
I know you want me though
So you better get on top of the head, if you be swollwin’
Yea
Cuz we be the reason for your girl leavin’ ya
If ya plan on keepin’ her don’t let this leak out your speaker
And, ive been know for breakin’ up a happy home
Beat up that nappy gone she will be that go wrong or let me see (that box)
aint nothing betta or wetta than (that box)
how can i vet up and get up in that box
you keep my head up and fed up in that box
lady in your box, baby and that box
aint nothing betta or wetta than (that box)
how can i vet up and get up in that box
you keep my head up and fed up in that box
lady in your box, baby in that box
?________?
Niggas in baton rouge they might consider it voodoo
Whatever you use to symbolize it with cock
It aint nothing betta but chedda than i like to pursure than that box
It don’t take a rocket scientist to know about the thing sittin right above or behind when she hoein’ out
All bitches got it some betta than others
A couple bazzillion wax em and others they keep it covered
However they wanna keep it mane, kutty gone beat the stuff
Off something young and delicious
im fishin for bitches lovin’ my dick is up in ‘em touchin’ they lip but leavin’ them cumin so serious cuz I bang, I bang like William hung
Bitches they say my name, my name
Like they beonce to the next century her thang the same like they was one
then I head up the next block
Put my head up the next slot
So prepare to if it Aint nothing is betta than (that box)
I see your pill got you thizzin‘, girl you thizzin’
Plus you all lookin’ at me stone cold like what is it (like what its it)
I got lil hotely we can visit (we can visit)
So if you wanna lets spend it Hoe get right down to business
Fuck what your girlfriends say, I got dick for ya (I got dick for ya)
And if you want some fore play, I got a bitch for ya (I got a bitch for ya)
You know you love this rap nigga, never get enough
Of my thang on your chest Finger in your butt
What?
Too much for ya
Am I talkin’ too slick
Movin’ to fast, you outta bounds and cant handle this shit
My game is thick anit it
Spinnin’ flew with no flaws
The crazy shit that we be doin’ with you and no drawers
All in the chick ass hole, she cant even speak
Crunk bitch plump up she cant even leak
It aint no betta place to chill out and detox
They call it pussy mane, im talkin’ the box (that box)
Aint nothing betta or wetta than (that box)
how can i vet up and get up in that box
you keep my head up and fed up in that box
lady in your box, baby and that box
If you know like I know then we know (we know)
that this thang right here boy were so cold (so cold)
once you get it you’ll never forget it oh no (oh no?)
you know what im talkin’ bout baby im talkin’ bout (that box)
Its skatterman bitch (bitch) the one that they’ve been talkin’ bout
Yea I know you just walked in, but now you walkin’ out (walkin’ out)
I got something’ betta for ya den a lil drink (drink)
All you gotta do is show a player a lil pink (pink)
Might buy you some earrings or a lil mink (mink)
Naw, your man aint no problem, hes just a lil kink (kink)
Now bring your big ass over here on this lil sink (sink)
take the pussy was fine but it had a lil stink
Ugh!
had to back up off her (back up off her)
due to the smell in think my dick got soft (my dick got soft)
She was bangin’ her head all on the sheet rock (sheet rock)
I was all in the pussy makin’ it beat box
that’s how it sound (that’s how it sound)
Ass so fat I had to walk around (I had to walk around)
She was screamin’ yea (yea)
And I was sayin’ no (no)
You done gave me the box so bitch I gotta go (that box)
aint nothing betta or wetta than (that box)
how can i vet up and get up in that box
you keep my head up and fed up in that box
lady in your box, baby and that box

Enjoy the lyrics !!!
Aaron Dontez Yates (born November 8, 1971 in Kansas City, Missouri), better known by his stage name Tech N9ne or Tecca Nina is an American rapper, co-owner of Strange Music Records and actor. His career has spanned over 24 years, during which he has released eleven albums. According to the He's a Mental Giant Songfacts, his stage name originated from the TEC-9 semi-automatic handgun, given to him by rapper Black Walt due to his fast rhyming style.

His tenth studio album, K.O.D., was released October 27, 2009. He has spent his illustrious career making sure he’s been grinding harder than the average rapper, and is the best selling artist out of his hometown. With nine solo albums and two powerhouse collaboration projects under his belt, the Kansas City MC’s flow is sharper and slicker than it’s ever been.
“This is another roller coaster ride,” explains TECH N9NE about the release. “When it came time for Sickology 101, I knew I wanted to do a collabo album based on the study of being sick. It’s a beginner’s course for people who don’t know how to be sick lyrically or how to choose sick beats. It all starts with beats because they tell me exactly what to do.” Epic beats from YoungFyre, Wyshmaster, Seven and Matic Lee set the stage for TECH N9NE to weave his introspective and sometimes roguish lyrics around.

Sickology 101 brims with stellar appearances from lyrical heavyweights. On the opening title track, TECH N9NE slays alongside Chino XL and Crooked I, pulling listeners into the Hip-Hop classroom for a lesson in murdering a beat. It’s a twisted vision forged on undeniable grooves and quixotic wordplay.

The single, “Nothin,’” is an inspiring, honest anthem that features Messy Marv and Big Scoob. Meanwhile, on “Midwest Choppers 2,” TECH N9NE and Krayzie Bone cruise to the depths of darkness. “Krayzie Bone came through and murdered it,” says TECH N9NE. “I modeled the song after movies. When you do a sequel, there has to be a bigger body count and more people have to die. ‘Midwest Choppers 2’ is Autobahn-style. It makes you want to speed.”

TECH N9NE’s inimitable flow and rhyming take center stage on solo tracks, including the haunting, hypnotic “Red Nose.” He doesn’t pull any punches on the vitriolic, YoungFyre-produced “Blown Away,” either. It’s an open letter to several prominent urban artists who refused to play before him at radio festivals despite his massive concert draw.

With hits like “I’m A Playa,” “Caribou Lou” (which boasts 7.2 million MySpace plays), “Riotmaker,” “Like Yeah” and “Everybody Move,” it’s no wonder TECH N9NE counts a total of over 4.5 million YouTube video plays and an average of 40,000 MySpace visitors each day. His success knows no limits. The July 2008 release, Killer, debuted at Number 1 on the Billboard Top Independent Albums chart and Number 12 on the Billboard Top 200 Albums chart. He did it all on his own. There was no major label — just TECH N9NE’s own record company, Strange Music. TECH N9NE’s tracks have appeared in films like Gang Related and Alpha Dog as well as various TV shows, and he recently made his motion picture debut in The Life of Lucky Cucumber alongside members of MTV’s “Jackass” crew.

It hasn’t been an easy road, but TECH N9NE soldiers on and he’ll never stop. “They call me devil worshipper because I’m different. I give you music for my core. They’re the people that put me over the million mark. I raise my middle finger to everybody who judges me because my core audience is there for me. They will always love me, but I’m trying to reach others, too. It’s not over. My music is supposed to be for everybody, but some people just don’t get it. This album is the result; swallow it. It’s middle finger music, all-day and all-night.”

TECH N9NE never stops bringing that music directly to his fans, constantly reinforcing his status as one of the hardest-touring rap acts in the business. In 2008, TECH N9NE performed over 200 shows and he doesn’t show any signs of slowing down in 2009. In April, TECH will head out in support of Sickology 101 and spend two months on the road, performing live for his rabid fans.

Sickology 101 is prepping the world for TECH N9NE’s next masterpiece, K.O.D. “I want people to know that I’m getting better and better and I’m a machine. I do these collabo albums to give the fans more. This is a bridge record to K.O.D. It’s the farewell to the TECH N9NE you’ve known lately. It’s getting darker. A lot of people might not be able to go to the place I’m going, but this place is my specialty.”

“I don’t need people to kiss my hand,” assures TECH N9NE. “I’m not trippin’ on status, and I’m not a narcissist when it comes to rap. It’s my heart and soul pouring onto the paper. I write my life and I can’t hold back. This is what I know.”

Origin: Kansas City, Missouri
Year Formed: 1991
Official Site: http://www.therealtechn9ne.com/


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