Sprocket Songtext
von Tech N9ne feat. Krizz Kaliko

Me and Kali Baby sitting on the plane
Sippin′ on the gang of liquor with the kicker
Talking shit on all the game (you know it)
Stewardess kept coming to top it, stop it
Fewer sips, I'm trying to not get nauseous
But they gon′ wanna cop this
When we drop this, we gonna call it Sprocket

I get several cups and add ice
Really twists me up
Vodka, Moscato and add Sprite
'Bout to be bubbling up
Sprocket had me on one last night
Really lit me up
My guess, we got drunk and had fights
'Bout to be bubbling up


For fun′s sake, try some of these on your lunch brake
Then go back inside of your job and have a numb face
Full of gum and don′t tell no one 'bout the sprung taste
Of a S-P-R-O, followed up by the C-K-E-T
And she walking with hefty cargo, thinking later we T-A-P-E
Rated X, not the PG, faded, yes when you see me
May the best lay to rest, they regret when my D free
When I′m lit it's not gon′ fit it
And too big if they turn up the pee-wee
When I'm up on Spo-rocket, colossus
When you ladies get undercover, you′re topless
I can turn your party into a no-bra-fest
What we wanna call it, my nigga? That's progress
I'ma sell you the true when making drinks (Racks)
That is a document sent as data by telecommunication links (fax)
I yell immunization stinks (whack)
Dispel a human race and jinx (blacks)
But this is for everybody, heavy parties cross terrains
Around the world it is love caught for Strange
Even though this old saying has lost the fame
I′ma have to say this Sprocket is off the chain

I get several cups and add ice
Really twists me up
Vodka, Moscato and add Sprite
′Bout to be bubbling up
Sprocket had me on one last night
Really lit me up
My guess, we got drunk and had fights


'Bout to be bubbling, dunk on the plane
Maybe I shoulda stayed at the house, sit in front of the curtain
I′m flirting with her in a skirt, and she all in my mouth
Asking me what I do for a living
You trap, or you rap, or you cap, how you living?
It's facts I get stacks and I′m black and appealing
My slacks I be packing, but not on no pilly (How you feeling?)
How you feeling? Okay
I just poured her a spritzer with kicker, the drink is a trigger
Dolce and Gabbana was on and I only spray it on my zipper
Don't play with the Sprocket
You get outta pocket, you can′t hold your liquor
Don't say she's a keeper
People spark it, make you forget that you with her
All you need is a cup, fill it like half the way up with Moscato
Then take the bottle of vodka, put like a shot in it right?
The rest is just ice and the Sprite
Couple sips and you knocking this stuff and out the Egg McMuffin
She huffing and puffing, want all of the smoke
Drinking and sexy
You said the Sprocket ain′t the only thing wet and look

I get several cups and add ice
Really twists me up
Vodka, Moscato and add Sprite
′Bout to be bubbling up
Sprocket had me on one last night
Really lit me up
My guess, we got drunk and had fights
'Bout to be bubbling up

You ain′t no little biddy, mane
Drink this, drink this
Sparkle we all for the chain
Drink this, drink this