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

* deluxe edition bonus disc

[Intro: Tech N9ne]
I ain't spillin nuttin
And I'm really struttin
This liquor feel all sudden
Eee-ya-ya-ya
Hit the flo' like whoa
Ain't no tellin what Bianca fo' sho' might go
Make hella dough like blow
But it - must be that vodka that's makin me hot as fuck

[Tech N9ne]
Look at me, I'm sweatin like I hit a sherm stick
Fishnet, hairnet to cover my perm bitch
That's how I feel right now, I ain't concerned
with the germs, here to kill right now, I come to terms
with the loss of my Swisher right when I passed it to a bad bitch
Maybe she'll let me take home that ass, hit and casket it
Functional drunk and I mastered it, fast with it
Askin if this chick wanna dip and dap and let me smash it a bit
Talkin 'bout wet
Gave her the woop-wap, she's shoutin out "Tech"
Nina bopper seen the proper thing that brought the cream up out the jeans
and I'm 'bout the zing-zing
lead a spot and flee to the block and I free hit like a stream
Whole team keep it hot grits
I do NOT spit shit if it is NOT lit
So much liquor mixin in here I might be toxic
Sweatin like fire, embalmin fluids where I drop sticks

[Chorus: Tech N9ne]
In this thang drippin like I'm on we-we-wet
Whole body and my face full of swe-swe-sweat
On my level everybody tryna ge-ge-get
I don't get that stressed, when I rep that set
In this thang drippin like I'm on we-we-wet
Whole body and my face full of swe-swe-sweat
On my level everybody tryna ge-ge-get
Must be that vodka that's makin me hot as fuck

[Tech N9ne]
Sweatin like I took a dip in the pool
Mixin your liquors'll hit ya, have you trippin a fool
My hitters'll get ya, tryin to flip, ain't tryin to get to the tool
We ain't boolies when we bickin, we bool
We on the couch we Tom Cruise, spillin Bom booze on shoes
Anybody that test us you gon' lose
So let's spark a blizzy, take a drizzy, pop a pizzy, get so dizzy
Grab a brizzy then get busy, Kansas Cizzy in Missizzi
Cause the way, my bank account is set up
I can't pay the tab - but after 12 AM I can bread up
Then it's on, we'll be gettin zoned to the morn'
DTF ladies comin to make a porn, we record it with a drone

[Interlude: Tech N9ne]
I ain't spillin nuttin (nuttin on me)
And I'm really struttin (the one and only)
This liquor feel all sudden (yeah yeah yeah)
Eee-ya-ya-ya
Hit the flo' like whoa
Ain't no tellin what Bianca fo' sho' might go
Make hella dough like blow
But it - must be that vodka, feel like I'm wearin Chewbacca

[Chorus]

[Tech N9ne]
Don't ever try to be me, cheah
I know what you do when you see me
I'm makin it look so easy
But you don't really wanna copy me
Don't ever try to be me
Cheah, everybody just
Cause when we hit the town
It's, go-ing, down

[Chorus] - minus last line

[Tech N9ne]
Must be that, lovely wet