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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]