Hood Connection/strange Commercial/hood Connection Lyrics - Everready: The Religion - Tech N9ne

(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) 

Saturday mornin', I ain't gotta work 

Last night's show sold a lot of merch 

Bad bitch 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 

This the type of shit 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 shit to make the hood go crazy 

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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 bitchin' 

Now that's what I call a fuckin' 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 sex 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, bitch 

This my place and it's way too turnt up to trip off shit 

Photos 

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 shit 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." 

This the endin' from the N9ne 

Grindin' bitches from behind 

If you way drunk off the 'yac 

Spit it up, spit it up, spit it up 

This Kansas City, shit'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 niggas 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 bitch like (Wooah!) 

This whole damn city fuckin' go 

But this is how the hood go crazy in the