Lyrics Whip It - Kutt Calhoun

Haha, Tech N9ne, baby!
And this one is dedicated to all the ghettos across America!
Kutt Calhoun, I mean the nigga hood baby check it out
Niggas just so, just so, AAAH!

Kutty Cal baby
We whip it whip it
We whip it whip it
We whip it whip it
Strange Music nigga!
We whip it whip it
We whip it whip it
We whip it whip it

So
I′m fresh up out the store
Straight to the liquor store
I'm about to go cop me a fifth of B and hit the road
I got that Keyshia Cole
But niggas wanting dro
It′ll make your shoulders lean so when you see me nigga, blow
I'm in the Chevy the same color as Coca Leaf
Caramel guts, 26 armored up when they notice me
I know these streets; scenic routes in and outs where them rollers be
Make the change, top of the game, right where they supposed to be
Elly-Wellys? we call them lovies; thats when you soak a tree
And get the scoop and SMOKE PANORAMIC MOMENTS that offer ease
I hold the key; just like a mayor for what you want and need
So yuck at me and I'm mayor just like a clucking D
But fuck with me and you can be missin just like a suckers free
Is such an ease sucker free niggas don′t really fuck with these
But the D they taking over and to your much achieved
Hushing me sort of like Trent Green where Russians be
So you know I′m

I steps like a real should
Paper but still hood, we whip it real good
Aye, we makin' your bitch and still good
Yanked it and still could, we whip it real good
(Kutty Cal baby)
I steps like a real should
Paper but still hood, we whip it real good
Aye, we makin′ your bitch and still good
Yanked it and still could, we whip it real good

I'm from the city where the bullets go zang if you let them go
And we don′t talk if niggas go BANG it's a yes or no
And blue and red color-flags hang just to let you know
I tell you its a pretty big THANG if you reppin MO
And niggas speak a slightly different slang if you hit the coke
What it do and what is it be the same, it′s just who you know
But I can hit you niggas to some Cane that'll leave your nose bleeding
Leave you that vintage from your brain if you bring the dough
I'm part animal and part Confucius
Part Achilles, part Zeus, but my heart′s Medusas
Running wild through the inner-city, marked a nuisance
Chop pills and Israeli haunts the new kids
Who don′t have no idea how to cock and shoot ya
Just shootin', hop the fences to the ghettos acoustics
I′m Bruce, and stacy niggas gon' dance for music
I′m Proof, and got the game on grab like nooses
Blown fuses, whenever

I steps like a real should
Paper but still hood, we whip it real good
Aye, we makin' your bitch and still good
Yanked it and still could, we whip it real good
(Kutty Cal baby)
I steps like a real should
Paper but still hood, we whip it real good
Aye, we makin′ your bitch and still good
Yanked it and still could, we whip it real good

Alligator Nikes, shadow shaded lights,
I'm speeding like Ricky Bobby
Through the Talladega Nights, club jumping
I'm wondering, got to do something, it′s playa-playa night
[?], I′m V.I. to P. and playas lay it right
Big Nicolas at the front door and he says it's hater tight
Cause since ya made right these bitches shape like
J-Lo and Mary J. up in this with stripper jay tights
Christie tastes white, [?] and a Crystal Bud Light
Still live the thug life, I got a bud′ right-
In front of me and I'm pondering on what the bud′s like
It's taunting me and been summoning
I′m 'bout to make a move, yo baby what your name is?
She already too, 'cause her eyes is telling the truth
I gotsta keep it real hood, make it feel good
And when I whip it nigga, whip it, whip it real good
′Cause you know

I steps like a real should
Paper but still hood, we whip it real good
Aye, we makin′ your bitch and still good
Yanked it and still could, we whip it real good
(Kutty Cal baby)
I steps like a real should
Paper but still hood, we whip it real good
Aye, we makin' your bitch and still good
Yanked it and still could, we whip it real good