Pr 2k1 Lyrics - Anghellic - Tech N9ne

(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 

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(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 

Photos 

(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