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Artist/Band: Tech N9ne
Lyrics for Song: Sorry N' Shit
Lyrics for Album: Sickology 101 [2009]



Here we come baby,

It's a party bitch

Here we come baby,

It's a party bitch



If you mad at me, hey, sorry n shit



You hate my everything, sorry n shit

La la la

You see my better game, sorry n shit

Na na na

I'm like whatever mayne, sorry n shit

I say, sorry n shit

We say, sorry n shit

Na na na

You hate my everything, sorry n shit

La la la

You see my better game, sorry n shit

Na na na

I'm like whatever mayne, sorry n shit

I say, sorry n shit

We say, sorry n shit



I'm with my goon squad, we movin like mars

We hits the club and does our thing, my goonies by the bar

We ghetto superstars, they know just who we are

We pistol poppers, chopper choppers, blame it on the bar

Yeah, I'm disrespectful, neglectful when I be on that booze

I hope your listenin I'm twisted and don't make sudden moves

I came to party, chase pussy but I'm still with the goons

If I get heated, say fuck it, then they gon' clear the room

No need to wonder my thunders they out there by the whips

They keep their heaters, milimeters, in case you pussies trip

See I'm so gutter and gully and I could make it ugly

I know these pussies be hatin but

But fuck some trouble let's huddle I'm first to pull a dame

And I'm beligerent and ignorant but I'm still on my game

She say I'm so disrespectful when I keep callin her bitch

I told her suck on these webbles then I said sorry n' shit



They call me beast man, street sweep, your released then,

Keep heat in my seat for the beefin

I keep it pimpin keep my mug on monster, if they

Get to trippin I'm a plug their roster, I'm a

Minus niggas out, uppercut and not could give a

3 piece to this thug imposter, I just

Wanna kick it take a blunt to the head

But they hate, the bitches love me wanna jump on my bed

I take 'em, to the crilla, they just jump out their jeans (off patron)

And now my rilla it ain't hard as it seems, my game

Music pumpin, baby archin her back, with ease

I'm in her belly first night like her mack, best believe

When we leave, no strings attached, when she dreams,

I'm chasing paper ain't no callin her back

I proceed to pick her up and she was soon to forget

I hit, and told her gobble my webbles then I said sorry n' shit



You got d-real in the buildin I'm pourin liquor and chillin

Throwin swishes to the ceilin plus I roll with my villians, shit

We just tryna kick it mayne, then a lotta bitches came

Shes cousins with such and such and she fuckin with what's her name

I'm like whatever man, then something hella better came

Hit me off with every fan plus her name and her game

We headed back to the bar and the liquor started to pour

She drank about

Yeh, now shes hella juiced up

Baby start to loosen up, she want to take me to the

car and start to do stuff

Baby was a true slut, and after two nutts,

She said if I want it I could put it in her 'oo what

She had my dick like as hard as a brick,

after I hit I went back into the party and shit

Two weeks later when I was out, she came up and said what goes on

But I didn't recognize that ho with her clothes on



Rogue dog villains say sorry and shit UUHHHHH

Fuck up every party and shit UHHHHHHH

They bout to gon' call me in this UHHHH bitch

UUHHHH nigga

We bang, ain't not stoppin this, man we on top of shit

Aim from a block to get, pain from your poppa bitch

You and your coochie therapy will techa nina's your doctor trick

I can make you wetter but you better know how to rock a dick

Better take it with the job shackles, knob tackles

Get up on the dick and put it up into esophagus and

better never be no obstacles

Chompin on my dick, I cackle, grabbin it like she in a rod raffle

I'm a nice guy, well it's right,

I might fly down to the fridge to get the brod snapple

Take it a miss got a lot of it, say she the type that swallows it

I hollas

I'll admit it was good at the beginning but you gotta pardon me miss

I said you hurtin my webbles, and she said Sorry N Shit


Album Lyrics: Sickology 101 [2009]


Tech N9ne
"Sickology 101 [2009]"


1. Midwest Choppers
2. Sickology 101
3. Ghetto Love
4. Poh Me Anutha
5. We Kixin' It
6. Nothin'
7. Let Me In
8. In The Air
9. Blown Away
10. Party and Bullshit
11. Grammys (Skit)
12. Sorry N' Shit
13. Dysfunctional
14. Far Away
15. Spelling Bee (Skit)
16. Creepin'
17. Red Nose
18. Areola 18
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