Released on August 28, 2001

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[Tech N9ne P.R. 2K1 Annotations]


[Intro: Tech N9ne]

It's hotter than them bitches sitting up in the free clinic, nigga

You know what I'm sizzlin'?

It's time to get this party started right, baby

Ah, my name, they call me

Tech N9ne

And I uh, need a Caribou Lou

Uh, that's 151 Malibu Rum and pineapple juice

You know what I'm sizzlin'?

You don't know what that is?

You can't get the party started without that!

Let's do it!


[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]

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, Chocolatate'

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


[Chorus: Tech N9ne]

Make that ass hop, don't stop!

Down south Biancs make the planet rock

Midwest!

Too much ass in one room

Rat-tat-tat-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 fellas like to see you make the planet rock


[Interlude: Tech N9ne]

Hahaha you played too much ass for me baby

Slow it down right here


[Verse 2: 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

Spit shit, spark blunts, and fuck hoes

We quick to beat a buster down bad

MidWestSide put me in the sound lab

Now I'm (*demonic noises*)

I flip it backwards for you flow snatchers

Blast y'all in the ass, Nina playin' fast ball

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 (10 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, planet


[Chorus: Tech N9ne]

Make that ass hop, don't stop!

Down south Biancs make the planet rock

Midwest!

Too much ass in one room

Rat-tat-tat-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 fellas like to see you make the planet rock


[Interlude: Tech N9ne]

Hey partner I got a wild one here man

See if you can come help me with this mane

It's all delicious, baby


[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]

I got the type of flow to make 'em make Scream 3

Six rappers being hunted by a killa MC

I never killed a bianca with a 36D

A party with the bitches on my planet lookin' crispy

Swiftly makin' rappers do 360s (Never knew three 6s)

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 'cause the Chiefs lost, I'm pissed off

In Kansas City, I'm straight from the abyss, Tech N9ne!

I got the whole planet rockin' with me

Whole planet rockin' like this


[Interlude: Tech N9ne]

Oh, nigga back up, I didn't know that was your woman

All the broke-ass playa haters be quiet (yeah)


[Chorus: Tech N9ne]

Make that ass hop, don't stop!

Down south Biancs make the planet rock

Midwest!

Too much ass in one room

Rat-tat-tat-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 fellas like to see you make the planet rock


[Outro]

Planet rock