Sriracha

Lyrics

[Intro] (Jesus) Yeah, yeah, hell yeah Yeah, yeah, hell yeah Yeah, yeah, hell yeah Yeah, yeah, hell [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] Froze over, when you thought you could hold Yoda With flows older than the first sold cold soda Grow more for my bros, those rojo soldiers Them cincos are at it again, blow doja I am like Iron Mike, back in the day My rhyming's iron height, defiant flight Try and bite, like a razor in a candy apple A taser in a jammy, tackled By a neighbor with the family shackles Laboring a man, he's gaffled I get angry, I sip bombs (Chea) on your rich lawn I was brought up Muslim and Christian I been studying Chrislam (Chea) That's not a thing so I place this John In your chicks palm Give her something beautiful to kiss on 'Til I spit one to her lip balm (Chea) I've been rhyming since Reagan in politics Polished it then got a big wallet where all of my dollars sit To the wall is split, then I gotta sick the casa, your God exists 'Cause a lot of chicks holler "Mr. Chopper you're hot as shit" Ah [Pre-Chorus: Tech N9ne] They say I'm the best at what I do After me it's five, four, three, two [Sometime I think they all gum bumpin' So I tell them all to put that on somethin' [Chorus: Tech N9ne] Sriracha (I put that on everything) Sriracha (I put that on everything) Sriracha (I put that on everything) Sriracha (I put that on everything)](10610441) [Verse 2: Logic] Yeah, I guess I'm supposed to come with that fast flow Woo, I guess I'm supposed to come with that gas flow But no, I'ma just spit it, I'ma get it good Wish you would tell me what I should do I don't know, hit the door Uh, yeah, feel like I been here before Maybe I have but I can't fuck with it Hit 'em with a semi-automatic, watch 'em duck with it Speaking on lyrical ability Everyone in my vicinity, blowing they mind like Kennedy I got no love for the enemy, somebody tell me the remedy I'm like what's good, been fine Tell me what's on your mind, rewind this shit My message is beyond this shit I put that on everything, I'm just being honest, shit So what's up? Hold up Tech, I'm sorry for the hold-up but I been on the road Should have had this verse to your ass a long time ago When I put that on everything, I ain't had a minute to myself But I been living like I ain't finna see tomorrow I ain't focused on no wealth I been living good, I been feeling fine Pass the sriracha, I put that shit on all of mine Busting like Columbine combined with a terrorist's mind That's been confined to four walls for some time [Pre-Chorus: Tech N9ne] They say I'm the best at what I do After me it's five, four, three, two [Sometime I think they all gum bumpin' So I tell them all to put that on some [Chorus: Tech N9ne] Sriracha (I put that on everything) Sriracha (I put that on everything) Sriracha (I put that on everything) Sriracha (I put that on everything)](10610441) [Verse 3: Tech N9ne] Sriracha, the flavor popper We gotcha, even haters jock us These choppers invade the knockers then blocker Disintegrating every chakra, eager to off you You can bet that we doin' it proper When I put the bullets in a fully with a hoodie Ain't nobody gon' stop us [Verse 4: Joyner Lucas] Nobody gon' top us We leave 'em with no option, and leave 'em with no conscience Even though I can achieve it no problem And even though I could've seen what they watchin' TV with a DVD, I can repeat what I see, these streets jockin' Easy, if it need be then I just eat beats Like I'm Eazy-E, Compton, I eat meat like I'm EBT shoppin' Credit Card max, bend the bars back Fuck your ho, get brain and all that Run in your house and bring your whore back Sever your face and dead the doormat Who got the keys to the rented Corvette? Can't catch me, I'm the man in all black I been on that shit since Katt been on crack Fuck that, I been nice way before that Can't ignore that, you can try though But you gon' end up next to Dido I'm that pen that wrote the Bible I'm on your skin like vitiligo Sing for the moment, I hit the high note Someone please let Elton John know Tell the lieutenant I'm Hect' Camacho With a Catholic priest and the Pentecostal Why y'all niggas wiggidy wiggidy wack, get a nigga in the back With an umbilical patch, jump in the middle of the track None of you niggas can act so y'all niggas are packed Come and get it again, fuckin' a bitch in the whip Give me your moment to fall, I'm gonna fit in the car I can do better than yours, I can be ready to brawl I can be shattered and all, nobody want to be hard Better be ready for war, tell me who ready for more (Joyner) [Pre-Chorus: Tech N9ne] They say I'm the best at what I do After me it's five, four, three, two [Sometime I think they all gum bumpin' So I tell them all to put that on some [Chorus: Tech N9ne] Sriracha (I put that on everything) Sriracha (I put that on everything) Sriracha (I put that on everything) Sriracha (I put that on everything)](10610441)