Tech N9ne – Bad JuJu Lyrics

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
We lashing out at you
You think you ’bout it we ’bout it too
Only difference is my clout is too massive
We active when actors give malice to anybody we close to
I’ll approach you with the woop-wop that’ll soak you (so true)
Already be so much (we go through)
Now we gotta rid you in the (MO zoo)
This is tribal, stick his rival—
In the mouth with a right blow then he get this pyro
Young punk better lie low somewhere prolly up in Cairo
With a Bible when a psycho wanna give a hit a light pole
When the knife go with the quickness, you so full of bitchness
You trip flipping on chicks but a b-boy make him wanna shit bricks
This is vicious, everything out yo lips is fictitious, hehe
Misses made me mad as Mozzy, huh
Man the motive must been made of molly, huh
Milli Maximize a mess with a mind of Malcolm X
And a martyr man whose mom is Maude, huh
Better be cool, I’ma lead you to the B fools that’ll greet you
With a blacca, blacca, blacca leave you in the coffin often talkin’ fecal
I’m a grown mane, taking this with no shame
Really wanna have no brains, step foot into my domain, no games
All of my children are grown and I’m feeling they love me but don’t really like me
I’m illing I’m no longer locked in a marriage, I’m careless
So anyone of my loved ones you funk and, I’ll inherit
This is my fury, fuck being in zooty I tried that
Never keep it, gotta my lap
Talking so cheap and
When I don’t end with the grieving I’m ready for the battle bring it on this evening

[Hook: Tech N9ne]
Comin’ at me wrong is Bad Juju!
You better not make me Soo-Woo you!
So you best better go run, tell your crew
Do somethin’ new-new
And it better be habari gani ndugu!
Don’t make me fight y’all
The fully gon’ bite y’all
Ears ringing like sixty gun night ball
Yeah, spraying like lysol
You don’t wanna let night fall, light y’all!

[Verse 2: King Iso]
This be the entry of this B
But none of these pyramids chicks be
Plus I be hella open tell a pyramid is Giza
Dip please ’cause I’m BUKU
Don’t you get me, tell em’ you move
Better quit beef end the diss heat
Hit em then I dip I shoot you
On a hand of cuvee I go cuckoo
Or poo poo like I shit fevers
I don’t wanna take a tip neither
To MC’s I’m a grim reaper
So anybody coming at me tripping like he wanna runnin’ into war with ten visas
But the bully get to pulling everybody hard like he had a chip reader
This is Iso, big dick psycho, smash this chick and this guy like a kick flip, primal
They don’t wanna see me rocking with Tech N9ne no
Yeah I know, get exactly what you wanted thinkin’ Tech signed Iso (Would you cry bro?)
Get it big like Bruce Bruce me me me
I jail boof you, hit it hella hard
He’ll have more clips in it than Hulu
Who knew me and Tech would get to chopping up shit like couscous
If you think you fucking with us all up in here i’ll take the pen and shove it in your poop-chute cuz!

[Hook: Tech N9ne]
Comin’ at me wrong is Bad Juju! (Nigga)
You better not make me Soo-Woo you!
So you best better go run, tell your crew
Do somethin’ new-new
And it better be habari gani ndugu!
Don’t make me fight y’all
The fully gon’ bite y’all
Ears ringing like sixty gun night ball
Yeah, spraying like lysol
You don’t wanna let night fall, light y’all!

[Outro: Tech N9ne & King Iso]
This could be federal
Take me for feeding you several (Don’t do it Tech)
I’m on a pedestal
Should I come down or just let it go? (Just let it go)
This could be federal
Take me for feeding you several (Don’t do it Tech)
I’m on a pedestal
Should I come down or just let it go?
Don’t make me fight y’all
Sixty gun night ball
Yeah, spraying like lysol
Night fall, light y’all!

Tech N9ne – Bad JuJu (feat. King Iso)

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
We lashing out at you
You think you ’bout it we ’bout it too
Only difference is my clout is too massive
We active when actors give malice to anybody we close to
I’ll approach you with the woop-wop that’ll soak you (so true)
Already be so much (we go through)
Now we gotta rid you in the (MO zoo)
This is tribal, stick his rival—
In the mouth with a right blow then he get this pyro
Young punk better lie low somewhere prolly up in Cairo
With a Bible when a psycho wanna give a hit a light pole
When the knife go with the quickness, you so full of bitchness
You trip flipping on chicks but a b-boy make him wanna shit bricks
This is vicious, everything out yo lips is fictitious, hehe
Misses made me mad as Mozzy, huh
Man the motive must been made of molly, huh
Milli Maximize a mess with a mind of Malcolm X
And a martyr man whose mom is Maude, huh
Better be cool, I’ma lead you to the B fools that’ll greet you
With a blacca, blacca, blacca leave you in the coffin often talkin’ fecal
I’m a grown mane, taking this with no shame
Really wanna have no brains, step foot into my domain, no games
All of my children are grown and I’m feeling they love me but don’t really like me
I’m illing I’m no longer locked in a marriage, I’m careless
So anyone of my loved ones you funk and, I’ll inherit
This is my fury, fuck being in zooty I tried that
Never keep it, gotta my lap
Talking so cheap and
When I don’t end with the grieving I’m ready for the battle bring it on this evening

[Hook: Tech N9ne]
Comin’ at me wrong is Bad Juju!
You better not make me Soo-Woo you!
So you best better go run, tell your crew
Do somethin’ new-new
And it better be habari gani ndugu!
Don’t make me fight y’all
The fully gon’ bite y’all
Ears ringing like sixty gun night ball
Yeah, spraying like lysol
You don’t wanna let night fall, light y’all!

[Verse 2: King Iso]
This be the entry of this B
But none of these pyramids chicks be
Plus I be hella open tell a pyramid is Giza
Dip please ’cause I’m BUKU
Don’t you hit me ’til I move move
Better quit beef end the dissing
And then I dip I shoot you
On a head of Cohiba I go cuckoo
Or poo poo like a shit fever
I don’t wanna take a tip neither
The MC’s I’m a grim reaper
So anybody coming at me tripping like he wanna run a war with an in visa
But the bully get to pulling everybody hard like he had a chip reader
This is Iso, big dick psycho, smash this chick and this guy like a kick flip, primal
They don’t wanna see me rocking with Tech N9ne no
Yeah I know, coulda [?] what you wanna think that Tech signed Iso (Would you cry bro?)
Get it big like Bruce Bruce me me me
I jail boof you, hit it hella hard
He’ll have more clips in it than Hulu
Who knew me and Tech would get to chopping up shit like couscous
If you think you fucking with us all up in here i’ll take the pen and shove it in your poop-chute cuz!

[Hook: Tech N9ne]
Comin’ at me wrong is Bad Juju! (Nigga)
You better not make me Soo-Woo you!
So you best better go run, tell your crew
Do somethin’ new-new
And it better be habari gani ndugu!
Don’t make me fight y’all
The fully gon’ bite y’all
Ears ringing like sixty gun night ball
Yeah, spraying like lysol
You don’t wanna let night fall, light y’all!

[Outro: Tech N9ne & King Iso]
This could be federal
Take me for feeding you several (Don’t do it Tech)
I’m on a pedestal
Should I come down or just let it go? (Just let it go)
This could be federal
Take me for feeding you several (Don’t do it Tech)
I’m on a pedestal
Should I come down or just let it go?
Don’t make me fight y’all
Sixty gun night ball
Yeah, spraying like lysol
Night fall, light y’all!

Key Glock – All I Know Is Trap

[Intro]
G-L-O-C-K
G-L-O-C-K, ayy
The fuck?
Paper Route business, Taliban

[Chorus]
I pledge allegiance to the streets, all I know is trap
I’m Emmitt Smith with the pack, watch me run it back
Two black straps, let em fly, Jill and Jack
All I do is stack, yeah, rack after rack
Okay, okay

[Verse 1]
South Memphis you know where I’m from
Got choppers just like Vietnam
I feel like I’m Rocko the Don
I’m ballin’ just like no tomorrow
I might buy a gold Audemar
Your shit out the middle of the mall
Where the Visine that I bought?
Like Shaggy I’m ridin’ with my dog
Kick in your trap like kung-fu
Finessin’ you, check up the deuce
All this blue, I play for Duke
My pockets fat like Bruce Bruce
I’m ballin’ hard, fourth quarter
I just fucked somebody’s daughter
Call up the plug, make an order
If we don’t agree, I extort him
I got them P’s on the way
I brought out my racks today
Nigga this shit not a game
You play, you get shot with two K’s
Ride with this shit like I’m Cain
Mask off and I got the flame
I’m a big dog Great Dane
Glock, I bet your bitch know the name

[Chorus]
I’m just a young rich nigga, shit all I do is trap
I’m Emmitt Smith with the pack, watch me run it back
Two black straps, let em fly, Jill and Jack
All I do is stack, yeah, rack after rack

[Verse 2]
Put his brains on a pavement
I call the shots like Tom Brady
Choppers and Glocks like the navy
Dodgin’ these hoes like The Matrix
Guttin’ your bitch like I’m Jason
Slavin’ your ho while you savin’ her
Damn bro where your cape at, huh?
This gas so loud man I can’t hear nothin’
Spent six figures on guns
Damn near a million on drugs
Forgis sit up like some dubs
Foreign clothes I’m still a thug
I feel like three-six, where the bud at?
Tommy gun act like a Rugrat
Ice on my neck, your bitch love that
Smokin’ Backwoods ’til my lungs black
My chopper kickin’ like FIFA
I’m ballin, I need an arena, ayy
Come get your bitch off my penis
She suck me clean, algae eater
I got more stripes than a bengal
I got more stripes than a zebra
Somebody please call Adidas
And tell ’em to sponsor Glock Season

[Chorus]
I’m just a young rich nigga, shit all I do is trap
I’m Emmitt Smith with the pack, watch me run it back
Two black straps, let em fly, Jill and Jack
All I do is stack, yeah, rack after rack

[Outro]
The fuck?
Ayy, ayy
G-L-O-C-K