"Dwamn" lyrics

[Tech N9ne:]
Speak-a my language?
People I hang with
You can't find this in ya big book
Never heard before, my crew, bitch, look

Hellurr, straight crown and a burrr
And after I'm finished, you know I'ma drink some murrr
But I got 20/20 vision when I'm pitchin', listen
I spot them chickens, never slippin' like a transmission
You like Baileys, I like ladies, I'm quite crazy
And maybe a little shady to hit tonight, baby
Cookies, I gotta bang, they wanna hang with a real nigga
All day, every day, by myself, not a gang
Wanna go night-night, nigga?
I'ma so nice I lit up, like a swisher
I don't know why thy bitter
Won't stroke by my ni-nuts, Papa get you
Wi-wi-wi-witch if you hide the puta
Away from me, then you can blow me like a hookah
They know I'm a crowded prusta
On the pooty tang, ya booty bang
And I wish I was your loofah
Ooh, you're sweeter than Dean and DeLuca
Trying to boost ya, this my number that I shoot ya

[Tech N9ne {Emma Frost}:]
{So hot I need a fan on it} (Uh-huh)
{Everybody wanna land on it} (Uh-huh)
{So c'mon and put ya hand on it} (Uh-huh)
{Now what's "damn" with a "wham" on it?}
(Dwamn!) Like bam, like blaow, like
(Dwamn!) Like blam, like wow, like
(Dwamn!) Say, bitch {Say what?} Okay, ma'am
That's enough to make the whole spot say ("Dwamn!")

[Tech N9ne:]
Sound like when somebody get hit on Batman
Always looking for the pussy - CAT-scan
Booty's always being watched - black man
Never get caught up messing around in the flat-land
I solemnly swear to beat punini
Jiggly jello off in a petite bikini
Women waiting in line to meet my weenie
Wanna see me go Gandolfini
Don't you let me reach the creamy
Ain't nobody got time for that
But I got time for getting you behind the clap
Dwamn! Drew, Rock, Troy, Mike, Rich
Brian Dennis made nina put the dwamn on the dwitch
We drinkin'
We thinkin'
We linkin' with ladies 'cause they winkin'
Now I can say "Damn," but that ain't big
Sayin' "dwamn" say you seen a whole lot, dig?

[Tech N9ne {Emma Frost}:]
{So hot I need a fan on it} (Uh-huh)
{Everybody wanna land on it} (Uh-huh)
{So c'mon and put ya hand on it} (Uh-huh)
{Now what's "damn" with a "wham" on it?}
(Dwamn!) Like bam, like blaow, like
(Dwamn!) Like blam, like wow, like
(Dwamn!) Say, bitch {Say what?} Okay, ma'am
That's enough to make the whole spot say ("Dwamn!")

[Tech N9ne:]
I cross my heart like a peacoat
If you bring it here, I'ma throw c-notes
Let me float off in your water like a sea boat
She choked, guess she didn't have a deep throat
"Dwamn" is when it's impressive
"Dwamn" is you seeing someone on some next shit
"Dwamn" is when you listening to Nina Tech spit - that's it
But look at the big rumper on that bitch!
Girl I ain't seen in a while
No longer teen in her style
Bust seams in jeans and her blouse
Like bam, like blaow, like blam, like wow, like-

[Tech N9ne {Emma Frost}:]
(Dwamn!) Like bam, like blaow, like
(Dwamn!) Like blam, like wow, like
(Dwamn!) Say, bitch {Say what?} Okay, ma'am
That's enough to make the whole spot say ("Dwamn!")