Ain’t Nobody Fuckin’ Wit It Solé (MO) (Ft. Tech N9ne)

[Intro: Tech N9ne, Woman & Both]
Ha-ha-ha-ha, we 'bout to do this
Tech Nina, Solé
'Bout to make that ass hot, baby
Like this, yo
I heard the party didn't stop
'Til Tech Nina got ill one man crew, runnin' through you
Niggas let they cash drop, ladies made that ass hot
Make 'em say, "Ooh," that's what we do

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne, Solé & Both]
This one's for the niggas in the club fucked up, full of liquor
Fittin' to let the Tech N9ne feelin' hit you
Everybody respect mine when I spit the INSANE (Ish)
Killer, killer, doin' damage to a nigga BRAIN (Ish)
Haters can't maintain
Killin' everybody wit' a murderous flow
I'ma let a nigga know 'bout fly Solé
Bad to the bone, wit' the fuck that jump
So we all get drunk and crunk all day
We hard, let's keep all this marvelous shit
We killin' everything and Tricky started all of this shit
Ayo, get paid, never get sprayed, Tech and Solé be the brainiacs
Warner Brothers and DreamWorks so I guess we're Animaniacs
So all the niggas in the back, get wit' the ladies in the front
From side to side, we gon' survive and get what the fuck we want, that's right