Lyrics:
People jeffin' my checks be nice sums
By the way the way that I talk you can guess where I'm from
Kansas City, yeah! Kansas City, yeah!
Kansas
And Bitter End
I recall the Mudd Club
Max' Kansas City
CBGB where it all began
Where's my city gone
Where's my city gone
Where's my city gone
Guess I will go
Houston media is givin' us rappers no pity
So we all hit Kansas City
In K.C. we go The Gates and Suns
Gotta get grub 'fore we run
Met a little freak named
Yeah I got rich out in Kansas City (KCK)
Money in the air this ain't magic city
Yeah I'm riding dirty and the pack is with me
Yeah I'm riding
(TECH N9NE!)
So every time we hit the clubs like a movie scene
Filling them women with their cups with Kansas City Tea
PHENOM!
[Chorus]
That's
And The Addict Will Pop. Kansas City Missouri Feel The Fury Of The Inner City Poverty Stricken Novelty Spittin, Follow Me
Quick Into The Bottom We Gotta Be
Houston Texas
All the girls keep callin' us sexist
Houston media is givin' us rappers no pity
So we all hit Kansas City
In K.C. we go The Gates and Suns
Kool-Aid gives you hella 151 November dog so run kitty run
We gon' drink it until we dumb-ditty-dumb, bum-bitty-bum
Here Kansas City come so give me some
ya come gangsta
Is what they sayin' to me
I've been nice to you rapper cats for a long time
I left Kansas City so them other cats can gon shine
Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, Uzi, groupies, doobies, and fins
You Suzy Qs ain't no excuse for the sin
So watch your tongue, if you wolfin'
I get
Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, Uzi, groupies, doobies, and fins
You Suzy Qs ain't no excuse for the sin
So watch your tongue, if you wolfin'
I get
album went six thousand on niggas
In Kansas City alone, we packed the dome with Mike and Liddy alone
In the west side, Lee Jone, Milly Mal, I left you
waiting to catch Pat Ron slippin'
Wonder how Kansas City got so much juice
It was 187 proof check it out
-The 2 dirty cops been scoping the spot
Not
and I'm talkin bout Kansas City
That's where I dwell wit wit, my my bills
And I I, I will pop hot rocks for real
Venomous, when it gets HOT
The Tech
bootie blacks and blonds
Ronnz from Berlin all the way
To Don Juan's
Kansas City's me front lawn
One man beyond bomb
Come with crazy shit
Get your ass
sittin' with me
They're all knowin'
Who we are
TECHN9NE, baby
How you doin'
What you drinkin'
Caribou
Is what I'm thinkin'
Kansas City, baby
Hey, yo, yo,
moments, and I live for a livin'
But this for the girls that barely let me get to first base
On some ground ball shit
Cause now I run my city on some town
(816 repeated)
cll my steppers, lets raise the roof,
Kansas City, show'em what it do,
(816 repeated)
cll my steppers, lets raise the roof,
Kansas City
a mink coat, got Peter pissed, it's a pity
A titan like Tennessee but she chiefing like Kansas City
She love it when she get tipsy and strip to the core
a marmalade venus
Haunted mowers chewing every glowing yard of mud between us
Going Ford, Jag, Datsun, Corvette, Lotus
All cones you can slalom when your
March 'cause y'all mad at me
It's March Madness and I ball like Kansas City
You against me and the city
You know how many pretty bitches drove me
Kansas City Kush got me high in the sky,
I'm el roll another blunt of that Gorilla Pie,
SFV OG is the kind that I like,
mix it with Clementine then
nigga walking with the cash
Hit it and quit it, I’m leaving her dripping
Riding round the city with the
Bricks in the fender
At the Greyberry, laid up
.jpg/300px-Count_Basie_(1955_Kriegsmann_portrait_-_square_crop).jpg "Count Basie & the Kansas City Three")
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