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Tech N9ne

The Calm Before the Storm Part I

  rap  hip-hop  horrorcore  gangsta rap  hip hop
573 3 часа назад

Текст песни Tech N9ne - The Calm Before the Storm Part I

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(intro:)You know what I`m sizzlinIt`s time to get this party started right babyAw....my name.. they call me Tech N9neAnd I ah need a carabu luUh that`s 151 malibu rum and pineapple juiceYou know what I`m sizzlinHa! Uh you down`t know what dat isCan`t get the party started without thatLet`s do it(verse 1:)You want me to jam I`m finna enta Brain waves came from insane daysMake ya sick like bad mayonnaise(Tech N9ne)Got the remidie rhymeInfinityCriminally tryna be some shitI crack ya open like the youngest male KennedyGot the whole planet rockin off the low blowsDammit I show flows and poke holes that`s supposed to be yo`zSeekin my haters and in a dark alley tourmented by mineDodgin the (tech 4x N9ne 4x)Now here`s a messageLiberace may Chocolatate`take em I`ma rock na Playa, nigga fuck what I sayThrow ya souls in the air like thisFlash ya bar codes while I stick em with another hit up out of the abyssThe Tech N9ne out to find vaginasSince the playa clubbin it, grubbin itLovin that crema streamaMy thing when I flips I got to make sho that it`s hotGotta make the whole planet rock like this(Chorus:)Make that ass hop, don`t stopDown south niggaz make the planet rockMIDWEST, too much ass in one roomRat-a-tat tat-a-tat tat-a-tat BOOMMake dat ass hop, make dat ass hopAll da ladies in the party make the planet rockSee dat ass hop, watch dat ass hopAll da fellas like to see ya make da planet rockHahaha dats way to much ass for me baby slow it down right here(Verse 2:)Call it what ya want itGhetto futuristic come get up on itThere`s a black up in my sector can I jump on itCause all we wanna do isGet drunk, get blowed, spin shits, and fuck hoesWe quick to beat a buster down badMidWest side put me in the sound labNow I`m hot damn like a ?????I`m flippin backwards for you flow snatchersBlast ya`llWhen I ask me to playin fast ballCrash yallGlad yallMad yall Cause last call was in the back of the clubBangin da hell outta dis bad braOn my planet we take no haters for grantedThey Kris Kross(10 seconds til lift off)Be somethin pistol grips offRipped offThe techniques I complete heatRetreat 69 to 6 feetUnique speeks freak tweeksNever let the BCs can itWhile the true trooper? of Tech Nena rock the planet(Chorus)Ay partna I got a wild one here man see if you can help me here with this thangIt`s all delicious baby(Verse 3:)I got dat type of funk to make ya ??? scream threeSix rappaz beein hunted by a killa MCI neva killd a ???with a 36DA party with the bitches on my planet lookin crispySwiftly makin rappers do 360(Neva do three 6s)Otha niggas tryna dis me be(Under these prefixes)

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