Planet Rock 2k (Origional Version)

You want me to jam I'm finna enter
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 you open like the youngest male Kennedy

Got the whole planet rockin' off the low blows dammit
I show flows and poke hoes that's 'posed to be yo's
Seein' my haters in a dark alley tormented by mind
Dodgin' the (Tech, Tech, Tech, Tech - N9ne, N9ne, N9ne, N9ne)

Now here's the message
Liberate me, chocolate
Take 'em and rock now play
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 the abyss
The Tech N9ne Nina out to find vaginas
Just the playa clubbin' it, rubbin' it
Lovin' that crema streama, might seem a little extreme
My thing when I flips I gots to make sho' that it's hot
And make the whole planet rock like this

Here's my chance to blast away
(Tech Tech N9ne N9ne)
Haters causing friction

Party people, party people
Can y'all get funky?
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Don Juan
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Tech N9ne!

Party people, party people
Can y'all get funky?
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Don Juan
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Tech N9ne!

Call it what you want it, ghetto futuristic come get up on it
There's a bianc up in my sector, can I bone it?
Cause all we want to do is get drunk, get blowed
Spin shit, spark blunts, and fuck hoes

We quick to beat a buster down bad
Midwestside put me in the Soundlab
Now I'm tenalp kcor
I flipped it backwards for you flow snatchers
Blast ya'll in the ass, Nina playin' fastball

Crash all-glass jaws
Mad y'all cause last call I was in the back of the club
Bangin' the hell outta this bad broad
On my planet, we take no haters for granted
They Kris Kross, ten seconds 'til lift off

Be soaked in pistol grip sauce, ripped off
The technique's complete heat
Retreat 6 feet under 6 feet
Unique speaks, freaks tweek
Never let the BCs can it
while the trooper Tecca Nina rock the planet, nigga

Party people, party people
Can y'all get funky?
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Don Juan
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Tech N9ne

Party people, party people
Can y'all get funky?
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Don Juan
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Tech N9ne

I'm about the strippers in the back makin' ass hop
A Mitchell Bade tryna grip 'em like a padlock
The Don Juan really never let the cash stop
The Tecca Nina make the planet rock
It don't stop

I got that type of flow to make 'em make Scream 3
Six rappers being hunted by a killer MC
I never killed a Bianca with a 36D
A party with the bitches on my planet lookin' crispy

Swiftly makin' rappers do 360's (never knew three 6's)
Other niggas tryna diss me be (under these prefixes)
Non-ill mal-functional (N9ne) rambunctional
Never let up on a heated mic 'til I'm comfortable, Rogue style

57th-56th Street Gang, grips we gain
Anybody wanna trips we bang
Hit us with a what? (Lyrical head splitter)
(Makin' hella hoes get a nut)
(Make 'em put the rolls in they butt)
(Let a ho be a slut)
(Negaro never give a fuck)

Why the attitude? Nina ross you got the sauce, nigga
I'm mad cuz the Chiefs lost, I'm pieced off
In Kansas City, I'm straight from the abyss, Tech N9ne
I got the planet rockin' with me
(Whole planet rockin' like this)

Here's my chance to blast away
(Tech Tech N9ne N9ne)
Haters causing friction

Party people, party people
Can y'all get funky?
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Don Juan
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Tech N9ne

Party people, party people
Can y'all get funky?
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Don Juan
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Tech N9ne

Don Juan makes the planet rock
Tech N9ne makes the planet rock
QD-3 makes the planet rock
Triple Life makes the planet rock

Rogue Dog makes the planet rock
Costa Nostra makes the planet rock
Nnutt Howze makes the planet rock
MidWestSide makes the planet rock

Party people, party people
Can y'all get funky?
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Don Juan
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Tech N9ne

Party people, party people
Can y'all get funky?
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Don Juan
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Tech N9ne