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