Tech N9ne - Jackin' 2K lyrics

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne] Give me that beat Q It's a 2K jack move Tecca N9na lyrical gat too Blast the whack past it pack When I rap backwards ?????????? If that's cool Say hello to the Tech N9ne The next with the best rhyme If you test mine Next time That's mine But this is how we greet ya Crops do We got that reefer Puffing out the spout without a doubt Chill up in the party without a bout The most cloud no need to pout It's out We gotta shout Biggie Smalls the illest, the realest We love you that's what it's about Psycho like Paris Trout when we dips out Flips out, groupie hoes I dismount At my shows they get a discount The fools hate Tech N9ne and the Rouge Dogs Straight jackin' 2K [Hook: Tech N9ne] Do you really want to party with these 50 hoes? Hell motherf**ing yeah Do you really want that money from these n***a rows? Hell motherf**ing yeah And even if you're down with my crew I'll jack them too [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] Yukky Yuk numby numb whats up? Got some yancs lined up ready to kcuf And all faded Ready to get related the orgy was catered By the Midwest side team For you claiming me regime? Funky like my dungs on my tongue come try some Have you ever met a n***a who was pie sprung? And if so Grip yo Pistol Get low And ready to bust but right about now Let's feel something from Puff All these freestylers around me trying to Riff a Raff f** where the n***as at Where the strippers at? All I want to say is that they don't give a damn about us Cause they trip when us Don't bust tips n***a Boss dogs in the house yall Come and party with the N9na make the motherf**ing house fall We'll break in your crib than skate Jacking any player hater for a break Straight jackin' 2K [Verse 3: Tech N9ne] Got a nine in my pocket and i'm ready to bust Hella women and my records be like platinum plus 2Pac the punks duck when you struck Much love to my outlaw n***as bringing the rup whats up? Everybody tripping off me and my frame of mind Wonder if i'm a psycho peeping the way we dine Futuristical, lyrical, flippable design Right up in my rhyme Me Tecca N9ne Higher the crime Jacking n***as with hella beat in the summertime Wait imma about i'm up in the grind Here come a crime In the industry About Missouri's gonna climb When I find imma shine in my time leaving bustas behind like that!