Blam
It's hotta then them bitches settin up in the free clinic nigga
Ya know what i'm sizzlin
It's time ta get this party started right baby
Oh-my name?-they call me
Tech nine
And i need a caribou lou
That's 151 malibu rum and pinapple juice
Ya know what i'm sizzlin
Ah-ya don't know what that is?
Ya can't get tha party started right without that
Let's do it

Ya want me ta jam
I'm finna
Inna
Brain waves made from insane days make ya sick like bad mayonaise
Tech nine
Got the remedy rhyme infinity criminally finna be some shit i crack ya open like the youngest male kennedy
Got the whole planet rockin off the low blows dammit
I show flows and poke ho's that's s'posed to be yours
Seein my haters in a dark alley tormented by mine
Dodgin the tech nine
Now here's the message
Libera-te may chocola-te
Take em an rock not play
Do the fawk what i say
Throw ya souls in the air like this
Flashin barcodes while i stick em
Wit another hit up outta abyss
The tech nine nina alto fine vaginas
Just a playa clubbin it
Rubbin it
Lovin it
Cream a stream of my seamen little
Extreme my thing when i flips
I gots ta make sure that it's hot an make tha whole planet rock like

Make that ass hop
Don't stop
Down south blocks make the planet rock
Midwest
Too much ass in one room rat-a-tat-tat-a-tat-tat-tat-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 fellaz like ta see ya make the planet rock

Way to much ass for me baby
Slow it down right here
Call it what you want it
Ghetto futuristical get up on it
There's a bianca up in my sector can i bone it?
Cuz all we wanna do is get drunk
Get blowed
Spit shit, spark blunts, and fuck hos
Quick ta beat a busta down bad
Midwest side put me in the sound lab now i'm
Hotdamnfuckayeah
I flip the package for ya flow snatchers
Blast ya'll when they ask nina playin fastball
Crash all glassjaws
Mad ya'll cuz last columns in the back of the club
Bangin the hell outta this bad broad
On my planet we take no haters for granted
They crisscross
Ten seconds til liftoff
We soak the pistolgrip sauce
Ripped off
The tech needs complete heat
Retreat six feet under six feet
Unique speaks freaks tweek
Never let the bc can it
While the trooper techa nina rock the planet planet

Make that ass hop
Don't stop
Down south blocks make the planet rock
Midwest
Too much ass in one room rat-a-tat-tat-a-tat-tat-tat-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 fellaz like ta see ya make the planet rock

Hey partner, i gotta wild one here
See if ya can come help me with this man
It's all delicious baby
I got tha type of flow to make a mate scream
3-6 rappers bein hunted by a killa mc
I never kill biancas with a 36 d
I party wit the bitches on my planet lookin crispy swiftly
Makin rappers do 360's
Never knew 3-6's
Other niggas tryin ta dis me
Be under these prefixes
Non ill foul functional nine rambunctional
Never let it heat up on a mic til i'm comfortable
Rouge style
57 56th street game
Grips we gain
Anybody wanna trips we bang
Hit us with a vertical headsplitter
Makin hella hos getta nut
Make her put the rose in her butt
Let a ho be a slut
Nigga roll never giva fuck
Why the attitude nina rush
I got the sauce
Nigga i'm mad cuz the chiefs lost
I'm piessed off
In kansas city i'm straight from the abyss
Tech nine got the whole planet rockin with me whole planet rockin like this
Aw nigga back up
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