Tech N9ne ☆ Planet Rock 2k [Down South Remix]

(intro:)
DWAMM
It’s hotter than those bitches sittin up in the free clinic
You know what I’m sizzlin
It’s time to get this party started right baby
Aw….my name.. they call me Tech N9ne
And I ah need a carabu lou
Uh that’s 151 malibu rum and pineapple juice
You know what I’m sizzlin
Ha! Uh you down’t know what dat is
Can’t get the party started without that
Let’s do it
(verse 1:)
You want me to jam I’m finna enta
Brain waves came from insane days
Make ya sick like bad mayonnaise
(Tech N9ne)
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 hoes that’s supposed to be yo’z
Seekin my haters and in a dark alley tormented by mine
Dodgin the (tech 4x N9ne 4x)
Now here’s the message
Liberate may Chocolata’
take em I’ma rock na
Playa, do the fuck what I say
Throw ya souls in the air like this
Flash ya bar codes while I stick em
with another hit up out of this
The Tech N9ne nina out to find vageenas
Just a playa clubbin it, rubbin it
Lovin that crema streama
Might seem alittle
extreme
My thing when I flips I got to make sho that it’s hot
and make the whole planet rock like this
(Chorus:)
Make that ass hop, don’t stop
Down south niggaz make the planet rock
MIDWEST, too much ass in one room
Rat-a-tat tat-a-tat tat-a-tat BOOM
Make dat ass hop, make dat ass hop
All da ladies in the party make the planet rock
See dat ass hop, watch dat ass hop
All da fellas like to see ya make da planet rock

Hahaha dats way to much ass for me baby
slow it down right here
(Verse 2:)
Call it what ya want it
Ghetto futuristical get up on it
There’s a bianc up in my sector, can I bone it
Cause all we wanna do is
Get drunk, get blowed, spit shit,spark blunts and fuck hoes
We quick to beat a buster down bad
MidWest side put me in the sound lab
Now I’m hot damn like ahap kia vigidabaad
I’m flippin backwards for you flow snatchers
Blast ya’ll
When I asked nina playin fast ball
Crash all
glass jaws
Mad yall
Cause last call was in the back of the club
Bangin da hell outta dis bad broad
On my planet we take no haters for granted
They Kris Kross
(10 seconds til lift off)
Be somethin pistol grips off
Ripped off
The techniques complete heat
Retreat 6 feet under 6 feet
Unique speaks freak tweeks
Never let the BCs can it
While the trooper teccanina rock the planet
(Chorus)
Ay partna I got a wild one here
man see if you can help me here with this thang
It’s all delicious baby
(Verse 3:)
I got dat type of flow to make her make scream three
Six rappaz beein hunted by a killa MC
I neva killed a bianca’s with a 36D
A party with the bitches on my planet lookin crispy
Swiftly makin rappers do 360s
(Neva knew three sixes)
Otha niggas tryna dis me be
(Under these prefixes)
Non ill mal-
Functional (N9ne)
Rambuctional
Neva let up off a heated mic till I’m comfortable
Rogue style
57, 56th street gang
Grips we gain
Anybody wanna trips we bang
Hit us with a what
lyrical headsplitter
(Makin hella hoes getta nut)
(Make em put the bows in dey butt)
(Betta hope she a slut)
(Nega-ro neva give a fuck)
Why the attitude
Nena rache’ got the sauce
I’m mad cuz the chiefs lost
I’m pissed off
In Kansas City
I’m str8 from the abyss
Tech N9ne
I got the planet rock with me
The whole planet rock like this
Nigga back up I aint know that was yo woman
All the broke ass playa haters be quiet (YEAH)
(Chorus)
I can tell that you can tell that I’m twisted
by the bulge in my pants so let’s do it baby like this uh
Kansas City make da Planet Rock (Ugh)
St. Louis make da Planet Rock (Ugh)
Missouri make da Planet Rock (Ugh)
Chicago make da Planet Rock (Ugh)
Lawrence, Kansas make da Planet Rock (Ugh)
Topeka make da Planet Rock (Ugh)
KCK make da Planet Rock (Ugh)
Wichita make da Planet Rock (Ugh)
Minnesota make da Planet Rock (Ugh)
Cleveland make da Planet Rock (say wha)
Nebraska make da Planet Rock (ugh)
Oklahoma make da Planet Rock (ugh)
Det