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 biancs 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 biancs 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 I didn't know that was yo woman All the broke-ass playa haters be cryin yeah
Make that ass hop Don't stop Down south biancs 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
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Copy to Clipboard: 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 biancs 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 biancs 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 I didn't know that was yo woman All the broke-ass playa haters be cryin yeah
Make that ass hop Don't stop Down south biancs 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
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