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
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
(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
Harla-lings look back, Josh on the beat
Yeah
Pull up in no riders I'm attacking grizzy
(brr, brr)
Bitch I'm feeling royal out in Kansas City
(out in
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
In Kansas City
I'm str8 from the abis
Tech N9ne
I got the planet rock with me
The whole planet rock like this
Nigga back up I aint know that was
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
the attitude? Nina ross you got the sauce"
Nigga, I'm mad cuz the Chiefs lost, I'm pieced off
In Kansas City, I'm straight from the abyss, Tech N9ne!
I got
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
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
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
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
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,
(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
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
They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights
a long time
I left Kansas City so them other cats can go on shine
But it seems these punks are confused because I'm my own kind
But I'm back on deck cause
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
Fly away w me
Run away w me tonight
Fly away w me
Run away in my Volvo tonight
Pretty face, skinny waist, and your blonde hair
Tell me where you
Yeah, uh huh
Uh, callin' all the shots, the air raid playbook like I'm Andy Reid
My hittas'll put that arrow to your head, Kansas City Chiefs
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
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
make her ass really creep
Now he in the Past
Mahomes, Kansas City Chiefs
See we just started fucking, that's when we found chemistry
So you didn't
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