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Da da da da da da da |
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Da da da da da da |
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Da da da da, come on |
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Do you take this man to be you lawfully wedded hu********and |
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In sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer |
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For better or for worse, 'til death do you part? I do |
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Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife |
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In sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer |
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For better or for worse, 'til death do you part? I do |
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From the words of a patriot |
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I often fear that the sins in my past |
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Will come back to haunt me |
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But the consequences are more than I can bare |
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I feel that ********t, this piece right here |
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Is about what comes with fame |
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And the struggle to keep family within a family |
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I give you, this ring |
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This ring got me a top notch, straight hot fox, we sought rocks |
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And the Ewok Slot, was caught, got dropped two, playing hopscotch |
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On the block, ought not twat plot, yo for hops knot I brought dots |
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This ring, helped me remain sane, no dame games, came from bane |
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To a changed man, no cane thang, refrain from gang bang |
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Slang a praying brain, reigns family fame, then came pain |
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Say hello to Tech N9ne, everybody wanna be down with a ******** |
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Women get a whiff of the money, thinking of taking it from me |
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They get up in the club, giving the love, throwin' the ******** |
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Full of liquor and bud, booty hopping around up in the MO |
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Get to looking around, every ho wanna lick a ******** low |
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Infatuated, with ********s with dough, get 'em in the sack |
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And try to make 'em let it go |
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Tech N9ne, be autographing ********, in front of rappin' ********s |
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Who think of having figures, they get to grapping triggas |
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They can't imagine villians, when they come back and get us |
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We get to whacking ********s, I ain't never wanted no parts of this |
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I don't ever wanna break, another heart for this |
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Why the Devil gotta make it |
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Why the Lord gotta make something that'll kill |
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Something so marvelous |
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This ring, brings demeaning demons in |
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G-strings, songs we sing, make 'em fiend ******** |
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And green things, clinging, dreaming |
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Thinking of being Miss Thing with this ring |
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But if I wasn't Tech N9ne |
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******** wouldn't even wanna be with Tech N9ne |
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If I did no music, then would you respect mine |
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This wedding band and music draws a line |
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Between life and Tech N9ne |
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This ring was supposed to protect a ******** |
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Best for ********s, who couldn't stop having sex |
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With ********, bless the Mrs |
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Who stress to kiss us, even though we spend on |
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Checks with strippers, obsessed with ********orises |
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This ring made a ******** feel macho |
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Cry fo, lie fo, die fo, my ho, ********, I go face, diablo |
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With a hostile gospel, if I can't have tres or cuatro |
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Little vatos, I'm a let a lot flow |
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What the sell, up in Osco, up a nostril |
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That sound like Tech N9ne, ********, where the ******** |
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Where the mutha******g, blow and the hoes, yes, yes |
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Next to me, is ecstasy, asking me if I wanna roll, yes, yes |
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******** never gave a ******** about a fling |
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Make's it exciting, when a married ********, wanna ******** around |
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And a ******** know he down for a fling, yes, yes |
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I've been tested and alot of times |
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Been invested didn't know this Tech ********t |
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Would constantly, get a ******** molested |
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Been aproached by some of the best tricks |
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In the game and they came strong |
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But I hanged on to this ring |
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And I hope my son don't sing the same song |
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This ring, brings demeaning demons in |
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G-strings, songs we sing, make 'em fiend ******** |
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And green things, clinging, dreaming |
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Thinking of being Miss Thing with this ring |
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But if I wasn't Tech N9ne |
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******** wouldn't even wanna be with Tech N9ne |
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If I did no music, then would you respect mine |
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This wedding band and music draws a line |
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Between life and Tech N9ne |
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Quincy J told me, super stars are good providers |
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But 2 times outta 10, when we on tour |
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Family's not besides us, what can a ******** do |
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When he make ends, add more to the time they spend |
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While he make ends, everything else breaking |
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And the bond at the house may end |
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And your wifey steadily yellin' bout quality time |
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And you think with all the fame and fortune ********t outta be fine |
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But what happens when, the divorce papers just gotta be signed |
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And you lose half and your children, 'cuz you gotta be N9ne |
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I wanna relax wit 'em and spend time to the maximum |
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But if silence is golden then me making noise is platinum |
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I gotta be Tech and Daddy and Hubby |
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But music, women mixed with family's ugly |
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I know and you know, that hell will be |
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Hot for a ********'s infidelity |
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But until then God forgive me for any, promises that I broke family |
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Can I be forgiven for all the, liquor and ******** that I smoked |
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When I succeed, will I cope? Will I still breathe without both? |
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This ring Tech N9ne, I dunno, but when I go, I'm leavin' out **** |
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This ring, brings demeaning demons in |
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G-strings, songs we sing, make 'em fiend ******** |
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And green things, clinging, dreaming |
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Thinking of being Miss Thing with this ring |
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But if I wasn't Tech N9ne |
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******** wouldn't even wanna be with Tech N9ne |
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If I did no music, then would you respect mine |
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This wedding band and music draws a line |
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Between life and Tech N9ne |
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This ring, Tech N9ne, this ring, Tech N9ne |
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This ring, Tech N9ne, this ring, Tech N9ne |
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This Tech, this Tech, this Tech, this Tech ring |
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Tech N9ne |
