PR 2K1

[1st Verse]You want me to jamI'm finnaEnter brain wavesPain from insane daysMake you sickLike bad mayonnaiseTECH N9NEGot the remedyRhyme infinityCriminallyFinna be some shitI'll crack you openLike the youngest male Kennedy.Got the whole planetRocking off the low blowsDamn itI show flowsAnd poke hoesThat's suppose to be yoursSeeing my hatersIn the dark alleyTormented by mineDodging the TECH N9NENow here's the messageLiberate meChocolata tayImma rockNot playDo the fuck what I sayThrow your souls in the airLike thisFlash your bar codesWhile I stick 'emWith another hitUp out of abyssThe TECH N9NE N9naOut to find vaginasJust a playerClubbing itRubbing itLoving thatCreamer streamerMight seem a little extremeMy thingWhen I flipsI gots to make sure that it's hotMake the whole planet rockLike this[Chorus]Make that ass hopDon't stopDown south biancsMake the planet rockMidWestToo much ass in one roomRat tata tata tataTata tata boomMake that ass hopMake that ass hopAll the ladies in the partyMake the planet rockSee that ass hopWatch that ass hopAll the fellas like to see youMake the planet rock[2nd Verse]Call it what you want itGhetto futuristicalGet up on itThere's a bianc up in my sectorCan I bone itCause all we want to doIs get drunkGet blowedSpit shitSpark bluntsAnd fuck hoesWe're quick to beat a buster down badMidWest Side put me in the soundlabNow I'm ton niviganmadI flipped it backwardsFor you flow snatchersBlast y'allIn the assN9na playing fast ballCrash allGlass jawsMad y'allCause last callI was in the backOf the clubBanging the hellOutta this bad broadOn my planetWe take no haters for grantedThey crisscrossTen seconds till lift offBe soaked in pistol grip sauceRipped offThe techniques complete heatRetreat six feetUnder six feetUnique speaksFreaks tweakNever let the beast seepCan itWhile the trooperTecha N9naRock the planet[Chorus]Make that ass hopDon't stopDown south biancsMake the planet rockMidWestToo much ass in one roomRat tata tata tataTata tata boomMake that ass hopMake that ass hopAll the ladies in the partyMake the planet rockSee that ass hopWatch that ass hopAll the fellas like to see youMake the planet rock[3rd Verse]I got the type of flowTo make 'em makeScream 3Six rappers being huntedBy a killerM CI never kill the Bianca'sWith the 36DI partyWith the bitchesOn my planetLooking crispySwiftlyMaking rappers doThree sixtiesNever knewThree sixesOther niggasTrying to dis meBe underThese prefixesNon illMalfunctionalN9NE rambunctionalNever let upOn a heated micTill I'm comfortableRogue styleFifty-sevenFifty-six street gangGrips we gainAnybody wanna tripsWe bangHit us with a whatLyrical head splitterMaking hella hoesGet a nutMake 'em put the rollsIn their buttLet a hoe be a slutNegro never give a fuckWhy the attitudeN9na rossYou got the sauceNigga I'm mad cause the Chiefs lostI'm pissed offIn Kansas CityI'm straight from the abyssTECH N9NEI got the whole planet rocking with meWhole planetRocking like this[Chorus X2]Make that ass hopDon't stopDown south biancsMake the planet rockMidWestToo much ass in one roomRat tata tata tataTata tata boomMake that ass hopMake that ass hopAll the ladies in the partyMake the planet rockSee that ass hopWatch that ass hopAll the fellas like to see youMake the planet rock