[1st Verse]      This ring   Got me a top notch   Straight hot fox   We sought rocks   And the Ewok Slot   Was caught   Got dropped two   Playing hopscotch   On the block   Ought not twat plot   Yo for hops knot   I brought dots   This ring   Help me remain sane   No dame games   Came from bane   To a changed man   No cane thang   Refrain from gang bang   Slang a praying brain   Reigns family fame   Then came pain   Say hello to TechN9NE   Everybody   Wanna be down with a nigga   Women get a whiff of the money   Thinking of taking it from me   They get up in the club   Giving the love   Throwing the pussy   Full of liquor and bud   Booty hopping around up in the MO   Get to looking around   Every ho wanna lick a nigga low   Infatuated   With niggas with dough   Get em in the sack   And try to make 'em let it go   Tech N9NE   Be autographing bitches   In front of rapping niggas   Who think of having figures   They get to grabbing triggas   They can't imagine villains   When they come back and get us   We get to whacking niggas   I ain't never   Wanted no parts of this   I don't never want to break   Another heart for this   Why the devil   Gotta make it   Why the Lord   Wanna make something that'll kill   Something so marvelous      [Hook]      This ring   Brings demeaning demons   In G-strings   Songs we sing   Make 'em fiend semen   And green things   Clinging   Dreaming   Thinking of being   Mrs. Thing   With this ring   But if I wasn't Tech N9NE   Bitches wouldn't even wanna be   With Tech N9NE   If I did no music   Then would you   Respect mine   This wedding band   And music   Draws a line between life   And Tech N9Ne      [2nd Verse]      This ring   Was supposed to protect a nigga   Best for niggas   Who couldn't stop having sex   With bitches   Bless the Mrs.   Who stress to kiss us   Even though we spend our   Checks with strippers   Obsessed with clitorises   This ring   Made a nigga feel macho   Cry for   Lie for   Die for   My ho   Nigga I go face Diablo   With a hostile gospel   If I can't have tres or cuatro   Little vatos   Imma let a lot flow   What they sell    Up in Osco   Up a nostril   That sound like   Tech N9NE   Nigga where the weed   Where the mutha fuckin'   Blow   And the hoes   Next to me   Is ecstacy   Asking me if I wanna roll   Bitches never gave a fuck   About a fling   Makes it exciting   When a married nigga   Wanna fuck around   And bitch know he's down   For the fling   I've been tested   And a lot of times   Been invested   Didn't know this Tech shit   Would constantly get a nigga   Molested   Been approached   By some of the best tricks   In the game   And they came strong   But I hanged on   To this ring   And I hope my son   Don't sing the same song      [Hook]      This ring   Brings demeaning demons   In G-strings   Songs we sing   Make 'em fiend semen   And green things   Clinging   Dreaming   Thinking of being   Mrs. Thing   With this ring   But if I wasn't Tech N9NE   Bitches wouldn't even wanna be   With Tech N9NE   If I did no music   Then would you   Respect mine   This wedding band   And music   Draws a line between life   And Tech N9NE      [3rd Verse]      Quincy J. told me   Superstars are good providers   But   Two times out of ten   When we're on tour   Family's not beside us   What   Can a nigga do   When he makes ends   Add more to the time they spend   While he make ends   Everything else breaking   And the bond at the house   May end   And your wifey steady yelling   'bout quality time   And you think   With all the fame and fortune   Shit ought to be fine   But what happens   When the divorce papers   Just gotta be signed   And you lose half   And your children   Cause you gotta be N9NE   I wanna relax with them   And spend time   To the maximum   But if silence is golden   Then me making noise   Is Platinum   I gotta be Tech   And Daddy   And Hubby   But music   Women mixed with family's ugly   I know and you know   That hell will be   Hot for a nigga's infidelity   But until then   God forgive me   For any promises that I broke   Family   Can I be   Forgiven   For all the liquor and weed   That I smoke   When I succeed will I cope   Will I still breathe   Without both   This ring   Tech N9NE   I don't know   But when I go   I'm leaving out dope      [Hook]      This ring   Brings demeaning demons   In G-strings   Songs we sing   Make 'em fiend semen   And green things   Clinging   Dreaming   Thinking of being   Mrs. thing   With this ring   But if I wasn't Tech N9NE   Bitches wouldn't even wanna be   With Tech N9NE   If I did no music   Then would you   Respect mine   This wedding band   And music   Draws a line between life   And Tech N9NE