Artist: Tech N9ne f/ Brandoshis Album: The Storm * Song: Choosin Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com * deluxe edition bonus disc [Intro: Tech N9ne] Had a shindig, everybody in mi casa When I was approached by a lady tryin to blend me proper When she asked if I really was the king of the choppers Bitch, I'm Mufasa~! [Chorus: Brandoshis] Let me know if you rollin Let me know if you down Cause I see you choosin (I see you choosin!) You know I'll hold it down Even though I, came a long way from the block Stuck with my finger to the cops, I see you like what I got So let me know if you rollin Let me know if you down I see you choosin (I see you choosin!) [Tech N9ne] Ay, with this bimbo, hit this indo Said she wanna give me hella vicious then go 'Bout to make the music crescendo So don't nobody hear me knock it out with the quickness, Kimbo So I had to get the bitch's info, the top was mental Lovely ladies suck it, stay silento Resemble monkey wrench yo, I don't need your credentials We men though, leave you in light and leave you in limbo (Cheah!) She chose N9ne, I'm impossible to figure and decode She wanna really welcome me to the freak show She fuck with the homies Savvy Siccness and Bleezo She said that both of my homies they gave her the heave-ho But she ain't never had me killin it befo' So I gave her the meat and it was more than Rodízio They comin to every blur party we throw - Tim Tebow (Cheah!) Fakers be oozin illusions They said they bangin but they movin and groovin That's why the ladies want the dude with the fusion of indica oil and keef, hootin and coolin Stuffed and puffed like a Cuban You trippin, she left with us, you get bruised and contusions Used and abused and fooled Cause Tecca N9na she choosin [Chorus] [Tech N9ne] Ay, choosin me because I make a knot (ay) Wanna eat my dick up like a brat' (ay) They niggaz hope that Tecca Nina rot (ay) They never close enough to get a shot (cheah!) Cause I be chillin way up at the top But we never too comfortable and thinkin it won't pop You can bet that the heaters on my family stay cocked And my governors ready for the petty who said he hot Cause I beat, beat, beat, beat, beat her With the D and not D. Jeter Then I found out she a queef skeeter when I mixed O.J. with the beef-eater Your girly's punani it was a deep greeter Comin at me you'll be a hit by the peace bleeder I'm a beast, I beat beep and she's cheater She want me in her mouth, I will at least feed her (Cheah!) You know the rules of the game Yo' bitch just chose me We can handle this like we got some class or get into the gangster shit if you trippin low-key Women is never nothin to steal when you're makin hella bread and then go from here to Brazil So you gotta know I'm the nigga that she wanna get to for big thrills, for real [Chorus]