[Intro: 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

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]

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, everyday, 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 getcha

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

Oooh, you're sweeter than Dean and DeLuca

Trying to boost ya, this my number that I shoot ya

[Chorus: Tech N9ne I Emma Frost]

So hot I need a fan on it (Uh-huh)

E'rybody 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?

(DWAAAAAMN!!!) Like bam, like blaow, like

(DWAAAAAMN!!!) Like blam, like wow, like

(DWAAAAAMN!!!) Say, bitch (Say what?) Okay, ma'am

That's enough to make the whole spot say ("DWAAAAAMN!!!")

[Verse 2: 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?

[Chorus: Tech N9ne I Emma Frost]

So hot I need a fan on it (Uh-huh)

E'rybody 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?

(DWAAAAAMN!!!) Like bam, like blaow, like

(DWAAAAAMN!!!) Like blam, like wow, like

(DWAAAAAMN!!!) Say, bitch (Say what?) Okay, ma'am

That's enough to make the whole spot say ("DWAAAAAMN!!!")

[Verse 3: 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-

[Chorus: Tech N9ne I Emma Frost]

(DWAAAAAMN!!!) Like bam, like blaow, like

(DWAAAAAMN!!!) Like blam, like wow, like

(DWAAAAAMN!!!) Say, bitch (Say what?) Okay, ma'am

That's enough to make the whole spot say ("DWAAAAAMN!!!")