Seven - Get Ya Head Right lyrics

[Hook] Baby, can't you see? I can get your head right Leave it up to me, let me get your head right Ready 1, 2, 3, I can get your head right I'm the best it be, I can get your head right And I, I can make you feel like, real nice All up in your bed like, next to me Watch me get your head right, come with me I can get your head right [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] It's been long day bussin' watchin' my songs pay After the show I'm tryin' to kick it the King Kong way Caribou Lou and got the music machine on play All I need is a chick to s** on my ding dong, hey Get my head right, it's incredible how they make it so edible Got me stiff like a lead pipe, man These cites are full of coochies and titties I'm super coo coo for kitties I'm 'bout ta shoot you wit jizzy so pretty Hella thizzy yo' beezy, like to creep with Tech Neezy She get giddy when she see me, really hope she ate Wheaties I will not take it easy, rip you out off your Bebe or BCBG When lettin' Floetry ease we I'm smellin' like Luciano Saprani you can only get it at Nordstrom If you chumps can afford some Spray it on lightly and wallah, all of the who*es come Work it Felicia O, until you end up wit a sore thumb [Hook] [Verse 2: Snug Brim] Let me f** with your mentals a lil', get in your dentures Ma roll up this back wood sweet pour a lil' Remy I (Know we behind tint) Maybe we can do some things You say your head is on right (Then show me the brain) Just let E run through you then take a toke of this purple And in a minute watch how D gon' do you You and you girlfriend said it yourself Why grab out the bottom of the pile When you can go get top shelf Ain't nothin' like it got ya feelin' the mood I done showed you enough right about now You should be feelin' ya dude, oh so you hyphy Now and willin' to do, what you said you wasn't But it's too late, I got my drillin' ya tooth Right after that I'm gon' be k**in' the booth Tellin' my n***as how hard you go I ain't even the star of the show This sh** is crazy when you spread right, four, five Six, b**hes every night to get your head right [Hook] [Verse 3: Money Hungry] I took a flight from Boston, it was awesome Boss head, boss bread, when I tossed her Open mouth, closed legs, no abortions They like to please the god, so I don't force 'em Bob and weave like you boxin', baby, f** the law I'mma give you Johnny Cochran, baby But you ain't my lady, this is just a good time After I bust mine, I'mma tell you good night Or good day but that's only in a good way Get good brain from Tuesday to Tuesday That's seven days a week, I'm gon' skeet If I call at 6:30, she gon' play like she ain't sleep Wide awake or should I say wide awoke I stick my dick in her throat, whatever gon' float her boat But, one's trash is another man's treasure So if you gonna wife her, then homey, you can get her cause