P.R.2k1

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 badmayonaise

Tech Nine

Got the remedy rhyme infinity criminally finna be some shit Icrack 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 rocklike

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 rockinlike 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

Planet Rock