Lyrics:
Dedicated to all the DJ's and dance crews all around the world
(Tech N9ne)
Don't nobody want it, we hella hot at the moment
We're coming for all
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
H-town
(Yungstar)
Out H-town, showin surround by sound
Yesterday yall got mad when I shown nuthin but ground
Im talkin shit they didn't like
Ridin marble
down pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
(Yungstar)
Out H-town, showin surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nuthin but ground
I'm talkin
on a nigga
Sounds easier to me than counting backwards from two
Bring the hood peace, you expect it by the Benzes
Shell catch an iron, you ain't pressured
like Brek if any might step
I've got the whole game tryna bury my rep
I'm ahead by much more than twenty-nine steps
Still got more than you ain't got any
Inspiration, while certainly a state that can be practiced and multiplied, is by definition
Not a constant resource
Exterior influences are probably
of my life
You leave me outta breath with no one
You must be covid one nine
You soar thru my mind
Stuck in this coma
You must be covid one nine
From there
anthem
Baby this one for my fallen Soldiers
Came from the eight oh eight
Girl I thought I told you
Ooo woo ooo
Its P-U-N-A, when we in CA
If I'm in HI, you
anthem
Baby this one for my fallen Soldiers
Came from the eight oh eight
Girl I thought I told you
Ooo woo ooo
Its P-U-N-A, when we in CA
If I'm in HI, you
anthem
Baby this one for my fallen Soldiers
Came from the eight oh eight
Girl I thought I told you
Ooo woo ooo
Its P-U-N-A, when we in CA
If I'm in HI, you
a microphone, sucker, it limits that pack
Def blows and flows, quadraverbs and echoes
Sounds the pound hard to make an MC petrol
My nine mil, kitted wit
can't rap, because he talks with a lisp
But I got paid, now you feel stupid
Amazed by the style the sound and how we looped it
Now I clock G's, trunk
Close the door befo ya child here the sound baby
Moma say stop or I'm gonna tell poppa
* - Tech raps these lines in between at double speed
[Tech N9
Puna boy anthem
Baby this one for my fallen Soldiers
Came from the eight oh eight
Girl I thought I told you
Ooo woo ooo
Its P-U-N-A, when we in CA
If
got caught
Nigga,
Shout out to self,
Raised by the nine but I never carried a glock
Nigga shout out to self
Mind sound corny but a nigg gon pop
Yeah
on analog sounds pounds of rocket tars
Microchips incredible antibiotic medicine better than Octo
Although created by the master genius
You seen
Deliver us from evil. Litter bugged amoedba simmer on the brimestone. Grime tone. Bring him home. Authoritative restoration will be rationed
[Royce Da 5'9"] + (Cha Cha)
(Stick up, stick up) Gangs 'til we play brains
We pick up (pick up) when them thangs spray
This how it goes down in
'bout how that Glock sound, nigga (nah)
Nine, sucker snitches bring your stock down, nigga (nigga)
Ten, don't forget to let your top down, nigga (let's
know by living
In the neighborhood familiar
With those sounds we knew it was gunshots
So automatically you know we started
Taking cover because we
Didn't
Beat to the rhythm of the rhyme
I'm givin' up a dime, there go another line you figured
Never drivin' by nine, never givin' up a dime if you was
about ripping the mic with my own sound
With my own sound, so I tried to write rhymes
Something' like them, my boys said,
"That ain't you Ice, that
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