Tech N9ne - Hood Go Crazy lyrics

rate me

Feat. 2 Chainz & B.o.B

I want to party,

You want to party

We need to party,

Let’s have a party

Let me get up

(Verse)

Saturday mornin’ I ain’t gotta work

Last night show sold a lot of merch

Bad bitch in my bed so I ain’t gotta jerk Forbes

Let’s copy so it’s hard to make the dollar hurt

All we need it’s good green and some bu-lue

Find the ones how so its guarantee it can do you

Silly keep the hater just in case we have bu-bu

Kansas City natives and we all little cu-cu

(Hook)

This the type of shit that will make your hood go crazy

Only the interstate doing one eighty

Ha, she said do it for me baby

We took a double shot and then we all are crazy

White girls go crazy

Black girls go crazy

College girls go crazy

This the type of shit that make the hood go crazy

(Verse)

So much liquor I never spare that kitchen

Keep it so I usually have a pair that kissin'

And I’m liftin on purple hair that’s bicthin

Now that’s what I call a fucking air technician

(Verse)

Down there they got the hair, that’s missing

Keep it bear, I promise I never tear that kitten

I’m aware sex hittin’, its the care when I share that’s sticken

So good I might impair that vision

So I dip in then dip off, look for another chick then

They pissed off ‘ til I give them another split then, they lift of

Party is the mission, I did cross three dick friends

We mixing, these licks when, they big friend when I lip off

So I told her: Come and get lost bitch

This my place and it’s way to turn up to trip off shit

(Verse)

Yeah you my prototype, my fall for a car was a force photo white,

Cooler than a polar bear in a bowl of ice

with a (...) mirror to the game, had them throwin rice

Wait a minute, put my finger in her

I try to knock her up and tryna put (a sank in her)?

So I can do a banger with her

I get brain for dinner, I don’t need to put tender for contender

Thank God for strippers,

Hard time with zippers, hard and some nipples

All the shit I do is straight off the temple

Try to squeeze it into my schedule, it’s like a pimple

Said I put ‘em, don’t mess around with them pitbulls

(Hook)

(Verse)

This time will end on the night

Grinding bitches from behind

If you way drunk off the yacht

Split it up, split it up, split it up,

This Kan City, shit's ran gritty

In the summertime the chicks be damn pretty

Born in the projects, then to the ville

Then I did a deal with Travis and made meals

This a celebration, this is elevation

Me and my delegation got niggas hella hatin'

This is not a house regime, roll dog

And it’s all strange music, winners can't lose it unless

Everybody got the hands up like ohh

See a bad bitch like ooh,

This whole damn city fucking go

But this is how the hood go crazy in the MO

(Hook)

Thanks to Robert Statin for correcting these lyrics