[1st Verse]



You want me to jam

I'm finna

Enter brain waves

Pain from insane days

Make you sick

Like bad mayonnaise

TECH N9NE

Got the remedy

Rhyme infinity

Criminally

Finna be some shit

I'll crack you open

Like the youngest male Kennedy.

Got the whole planet

Rocking off the low blows

Damn it

I show flows

And poke hoes

That's suppose to be yours

Seeing my haters

In the dark alley

Tormented by mine

Dodging the TECH N9NE

Now here's the message

Liberate me

Chocolata tay

Imma rock

Not play

Do the fuck what I say

Throw your souls in the air

Like this

Flash your bar codes

While I stick 'em

With another hit

Up out of abyss

The TECH N9NE N9na

Out to find vaginas

Just a player

Clubbing it

Rubbing it

Loving that

Creamer streamer

Might seem a little extreme

My thing

When I flips

I gots to make sure that it's hot

Make the whole planet rock

Like this



[Chorus]



Make that ass hop

Don't stop

Down south biancs

Make the planet rock

MidWest

Too much ass in one room

Rat tata tata tata

Tata tata 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 fellas like to see you

Make the planet rock



[2nd Verse]



Call it what you want it

Ghetto futuristical

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

Spit shit

Spark blunts

And fuck hoes

We're quick to beat a buster down bad

MidWest Side put me in the soundlab

Now I'm ton niviganmad

I flipped it backwards

For you flow snatchers

Blast y'all

In the ass

N9na playing fast ball

Crash all

Glass jaws

Mad y'all

Cause last call

I was in the back

Of the club

Banging the hell

Outta this bad broad

On my planet

We take no haters for granted

They crisscross

Ten seconds till lift off

Be soaked in pistol grip sauce

Ripped off

The techniques complete heat

Retreat six feet

Under six feet

Unique speaks

Freaks tweak

Never let the beast seep

Can it

While the trooper

Techa N9na

Rock the planet



[Chorus]



Make that ass hop

Don't stop

Down south biancs

Make the planet rock

MidWest

Too much ass in one room

Rat tata tata tata

Tata tata 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 fellas like to see you

Make the planet rock



[3rd Verse]



I got the type of flow

To make 'em make

Scream 3

Six rappers being hunted

By a killer

M C

I never kill the Bianca's

With the 36D

I party

With the bitches

On my planet

Looking crispy

Swiftly

Making rappers do

Three sixties

Never knew

Three sixes

Other niggas

Trying to dis me

Be under

These prefixes

Non ill

Malfunctional

N9NE rambunctional

Never let up

On a heated mic

Till I'm comfortable

Rogue style

Fifty-seven

Fifty-six street gang

Grips we gain

Anybody wanna trips

We bang

Hit us with a what

Lyrical head splitter

Making hella hoes

Get a nut

Make 'em put the rolls

In their butt

Let a hoe be a slut

Negro never give a fuck

Why the attitude

N9na ross

You got the sauce

Nigga I'm mad cause the Chiefs lost

I'm pissed off

In Kansas City

I'm straight from the abyss

TECH N9NE

I got the whole planet rocking with me

Whole planet

Rocking like this



[Chorus X2]



Make that ass hop

Don't stop

Down south biancs

Make the planet rock

MidWest

Too much ass in one room

Rat tata tata tata

Tata tata 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 fellas like to see you

Make the planet rock