2 Chainz - Hood Go Crazy lyrics

[Intro] (Hello?) I want to par-ty (Huh?) You want to par-ty (Yeah?) We need to par-ty (Cool) Let's have a par-ty (Lemme get up) [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] Saturday mornin', I ain't gotta work Last night's show sold a lot of merch Bad b**h in my bed so I ain't gotta jerk Forbes List caught me so it's hard to make the dollar hurt All we need is good green and some Bou Lou Five to one so its guaranteed you can do you 'Zilla keep the heater just in case we have a boo-boo Kansas City natives and we all a little coo-coo [Chorus: B.o.B] This the type of sh** to make the hood go crazy On the interstate doin' 180 She said, "do it for me, baby" Took a double shot and then we all went crazy White girls go crazy Black girls go crazy College girls go crazy This the type of sh** to make the hood go crazy [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] So much liquor, I never spare that kitchen Keep it so I usually have a pair that's kissin' And I'm lifted on purple hair, that's b**hin' Now that's what I call a f**in' air Technician Down there, they got the hair that's missin' Keep it bare, I promise I'll never tear that kitten I am aware s** hittin' is the care when I share that stick and So good I might impair that vision So I dip in, then dip off Look for another chick, then they pissed off Till I give them another spliff then they lift off Party is the mission, I did cross Three thick friends, we mixin' these licks when They big friend wanna lip off So I told her come and get lost, b**h This my place and it's way too turnt up to trip off sh** [Chorus] [Verse 3: 2 Chainz] Yeah, you my prototype My fourth foreign car was a Porsche photo white Cooler than a polar bear in a bowl of ice With a ring, married to the game, had 'em throwin' rice Wait a minute, put my thing in her I'm trynna knock up, I'm trynna put a singer 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 High top with zippers, hard as some nipples All the sh** I do is straight off the temple Trynna squeeze it into my schedule is like a pimple Tell that poodle, "don't mess around with them pitbulls." [Chorus] [Verse 4: Tech N9ne] This the endin' from the N9ne Grindin' b**hes from behind If you way drunk off the 'yac Spit it up, spit it up, spit it up This Kansas City, sh**'s ran gritty In the summer time, the chicks be damn pretty Born in the projects, then to the Ville Then I did a deal with Travis and made mills This is celebration, this is elevation Me and my delegation got n***as hella hatin' This is Nnutthowze, Regime, Rogue Dog And it's all Strange Music, winners can't lose it, unless Errbody got they hands up like (Oooh!) See a bad b**h like (Wooah!) This whole damn city f**in' go But this is how the hood go crazy in the MO [Chorus]