Tytuł: PR 2K1

• Wykonawca: Tech N9ne
• Wyświetleń: 303

[1st Verse]
  
  You want me to jam
  I'm finna
  Enter brain waves
  Pain from insane days
  Make you sick
  Like bad mayonnaise
  TECH N9NE
  Got the remedy
  Rhyme infinity
  Criminally
  Finna be some shit
  I'll crack you open
  Like the youngest male Kennedy.
  Got the whole planet
  Rocking off the low blows
  Damn it
  I show flows
  And poke hoes
  That's suppose to be yours
  Seeing my haters
  In the dark alley
  Tormented by mine
  Dodging the TECH N9NE
  Now here's the message
  Liberate me
  Chocolata tay
  Imma rock
  Not play
  Do the fuck what I say
  Throw your souls in the air
  Like this
  Flash your bar codes
  While I stick 'em
  With another hit
  Up out of abyss
  The TECH N9NE N9na
  Out to find vaginas
  Just a player
  Clubbing it
  Rubbing it
  Loving that
  Creamer streamer
  Might seem a little extreme
  My thing
  When I flips
  I gots to make sure that it's hot
  Make the whole planet rock
  Like this
  
  [Chorus]
  
  Make that ass hop
  Don't stop
  Down south biancs
  Make the planet rock
  MidWest
  Too much ass in one room
  Rat tata tata tata
  Tata tata boom
  Make that ass hop
  Make that ass hop
  All the ladies in the party
  Make the planet rock
  See that ass hop
  Watch that ass hop
  All the fellas like to see you
  Make the planet rock
  
  [2nd Verse]
  
  Call it what you want it
  Ghetto futuristical
  Get up on it
  There's a bianc up in my sector
  Can I bone it
  Cause all we want to do
  Is get drunk
  Get blowed
  Spit shit
  Spark blunts
  And fuck hoes
  We're quick to beat a buster down bad
  MidWest Side put me in the soundlab
  Now I'm ton niviganmad
  I flipped it backwards
  For you flow snatchers
  Blast y'all
  In the ass
  N9na playing fast ball
  Crash all
  Glass jaws
  Mad y'all
  Cause last call
  I was in the back
  Of the club
  Banging the hell
  Outta this bad broad
  On my planet
  We take no haters for granted
  They crisscross
  Ten seconds till lift off
  Be soaked in pistol grip sauce
  Ripped off
  The techniques complete heat
  Retreat six feet
  Under six feet
  Unique speaks
  Freaks tweak
  Never let the beast seep
  Can it
  While the trooper
  Techa N9na
  Rock the planet
  
  [Chorus]
  
  Make that ass hop
  Don't stop
  Down south biancs
  Make the planet rock
  MidWest
  Too much ass in one room
  Rat tata tata tata
  Tata tata boom
  Make that ass hop
  Make that ass hop
  All the ladies in the party
  Make the planet rock
  See that ass hop
  Watch that ass hop
  All the fellas like to see you
  Make the planet rock
  
  [3rd Verse]
  
  I got the type of flow
  To make 'em make
  Scream 3
  Six rappers being hunted
  By a killer
  M C
  I never kill the Bianca's
  With the 36D
  I party
  With the bitches
  On my planet
  Looking crispy
  Swiftly
  Making rappers do
  Three sixties
  Never knew
  Three sixes
  Other niggas
  Trying to dis me
  Be under
  These prefixes
  Non ill
  Malfunctional
  N9NE rambunctional
  Never let up
  On a heated mic
  Till I'm comfortable
  Rogue style
  Fifty-seven
  Fifty-six street gang
  Grips we gain
  Anybody wanna trips
  We bang
  Hit us with a what
  Lyrical head splitter
  Making hella hoes
  Get a nut
  Make 'em put the rolls
  In their butt
  Let a hoe be a slut
  Negro never give a fuck
  Why the attitude
  N9na ross
  You got the sauce
  Nigga I'm mad cause the Chiefs lost
  I'm pissed off
  In Kansas City
  I'm straight from the abyss
  TECH N9NE
  I got the whole planet rocking with me
  Whole planet
  Rocking like this
  
  [Chorus X2]
  
  Make that ass hop
  Don't stop
  Down south biancs
  Make the planet rock
  MidWest
  Too much ass in one room
  Rat tata tata tata
  Tata tata boom
  Make that ass hop
  Make that ass hop
  All the ladies in the party
  Make the planet rock
  See that ass hop
  Watch that ass hop
  All the fellas like to see you
  Make the planet rock