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Artist: Tech N9ne
Album:  The Storm *
Song:   Fuh What?
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

* deluxe edition bonus disc

[Intro: Tech N9ne]
Blah blah blah bitch
Usin bid'ness just to sit up on my dick
How I know because she askin for my addy-addy
When we at work she's hopin that we both be chatty patties
Yeah?

[Chorus 2X: Tech N9ne]
Fuh what? They want your number so they can call you
Fuh what? Just to come over to cook for all you
Fuh what? Thought she was thirsty and it was all true
Only bid'ness she want is hopin you let her fall through
Fuh what?

[Tech N9ne]
Givin y'all the shout of the day
We celebratin we no longer sellin powder for pay
Though the ladies really wanna crush without a delay
They beat around the bush instead of gettin it out of the way (HEY!)
Cut to my success, we yellin "Prost" (PROST!)
I could never blame the bitches wanting to get close
Cause this independent game we make the most
That's why all the ladies askin me "Can we get ghost?" (GHOST!)
Then these ladies wanna fuck down, but they want us all to hush now
'Stead of sayin she want her guts pounded she think of everything to cut 'round it
I'ma just tell you to cut to the chase, you want the D and you up for the taste
Lie and run away on lots of people; they run so far away like flock of seagulls
Wanna see ya after hours, to cut
But she's stutter steppin like a coward, you stuck
Wanna come and make me chowder, drink some Amaretto Sours
Play that "Absolute Power" louder to fu-fu..

[Chorus]

[Tech N9ne]
I ain't with that phony shit
Stop actin like we got bid'ness when you wanted to only sit, on the dick
See me in passin you want me to see you wag your tail
Worse thing can happen is me telling you "Take this bag of L's"
Hate you had to fail cause really it was on groom-watch
Havin visions of you when I'm livin up in the boondocks
Bringin chil'ren up in the building, tryna consume shots
Blood-suckin bitches be the reason I keep my room locked
So keep it square bid'ness
The thing you really want from Tech Nina ain't near bid'ness
They really quick to run up and offer you their digits
They got millionaire wishes, they want you to bare witness, to share kisses

[Chorus]

[Tech N9ne]
Ringin my phone
Real late at night when my bitch is at home
I can't believe it, this got me heated
How you gon' hit me this late 'bout a song
Bitch, watch your lip quick, let us be realistic
If you come in fraudulent you'll never sit on this dick
She look at my Roley, barely even know me
Wanna cook me some Bertolli
Question is "Fuh what?" Answer is "To fuck!"

[Outro: Tech N9ne]
Hahahaha, keep it real baby bubba
Burnin bridges bein a bitch, watch out!
Ha ha, Tech N9ne!
And she's on call - fuh what?
They want your number so they can call you
Just to come over to cook for all you
Thought she was thirsty and it was all true
Only bid'ness she want is hopin you let her fall through