Tekst piosenki 'We kixin' it (Ft. Ron Ron & The Popper)' wykonawcy Tech N9ne

[Tech N9ne]
(big gasp) I feel like i'm about to throw up.(ugh!)
Gang signs cause i'm kixin' it! (oh) Guess I never grew up.
Security! ease up, let a big star enter.
I just want to drink and flirt with the female bartender.
Kixin' it, You up tight but I'm in a loose mood.
Mixin' it, not much ice it's a vodka and juice booze.
Mixin' it, which one might be the vodka and boose boose.
Fixin' it, my home slice yellin out 'deuce deuce'!
heh, don't do the same old two step
Throw it up i want to see what city you in.
Dancin with a beezy, got my hands where the cushion at.
Yellin at the squares 'what the hell is you lookin at?'
Booty i'm gripsen it. know that I'm gonna be twistin it
Never could tell me to cool it because I'm a villain and baby we kixin' it!

[chorus]
I'm cleaned up, my greens up, I'm teamed up.
Your team must be steamed up
because we kixin' it. We got the liquor and the dough,
we mixin' it. We lettin' everybody know
we hate fakes, frauds, false, foes.
We don't want to see 'em. We let everybody know
we kixin' it. We got the liquor and the dough,
we mixin' it. Come on everybody ooohh!

[The Popper]
Kickin' its automatic once i bit into this tablet
probably never quit kicking it 'till i kick my drinking habit.
I doubt it will ever happen but never is what you never say.
Matter of fact I haven't had a drink well since yesterday.
My diction's a lil slurry and visions a lil blurry
Stomach bubblin a lil, the chickens a lil curry
The club fixin to close so sippin this in a hurry
And plus I'm temporarily fixin to get married
The party's in the parking lot, looming on the mac world
Sobered up and noticed i was stroking on a fat girl!
Ohh ohh no no Santy Claus please say it ain't so!
But I'm still in to kick it though, cup empty get some more
Say I shouldn't drink and drive, I party at the liquor store!

[chorus]

[Ron Ron]
Done dealer Tech N9ne, Ron Ron,
got these chicks waving they hands in the air like they pom-poms.
Popper military minded but I'm calm,
niggers ask for a little bit of war but I'm 'Nam.
Hit the club for an hour then I'm gone
to the after party twenty missed calls from Von-Von.
I'm on some shit way over your head,
swear to don if I get pissed I'm probably gon' faaade
We's big time, you's hardly major.
We spot bad chicks and fill em up with party favors.
Yeah all the haters we skrillin get stilla grit.
Get an empty cup and fill it quick.
'Till its six in the morn, in the tel,
killin slit lay my perps, till the day I die who spit it real as this.

[chorus]

[Outro]
Take yo phone and shine your light and with your left cause the liquor in your right hand.
Put your phone up, turn your cup up. Grab a lady put your hand right on her butt.
Now squeeze it squeeze it come on squeeze it squeeze it.
That's your gal now, ya'll can go on home and lay that ass on the couch and get your bone on.