Tech N9ne - Midwest Explosion lyrics

[Intro: Tech N9ne] Tech N9ne, baby Big Stone, baby Fly Moves, baby 'Bout to do it like this, c'mon! [Stevie Stone] b**h, you better bow down, we on call (Yeah!) Got the beat bangin' and bangin' the most wild (Yeah!) I got Tecca Ninna gettin through the plow (Yeah!) Said I'm a dawg (Yeah!), yeah I'm a dawg (Yeah! Huh!) [Hook: Stevie Stone & Tech N9ne] Midwest Midwest (Yesss!) Head get ta bobbin' when you're rocking with the best (with the best) Midwest Midwest (Yesss!) Spread to the east, north, south and the west (and the rest) Midwest explosion ('splosion)[x2] Midwest explosion Born in the middle where them haters can't hold 'em [Verse 1: Stevie Stone] Said I explode, I'm hungry, I'm on top Get-them-a-little-quickness When I'm ripping I'm giving the game lock Can-I-get-a-witness? I'm equipped with a gift, I'm away on top Take a picture n***a (rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin') Give me some room, I'm in tune I got groove, I bloom if you're from January to June I'm a beast, sayin' none of the least (The least!) With Tecca Ninna riding with me, lotta hatin ceased (Ahaah!) They got me on my leash (Huh!) I'm about the clown is goin' down I'mma blow up the town, I'm in and out, just lay it down (Aaahaaah!) I'm a dumb rhyme Himmi scrape my nouns and pronouns God Dammit so panic, I'm a little child but I'm so loud! (So loud!) You don't really-wanna come round here and flex with them n***as It's Stevie Stone, Tecca Nina put a hex on ya n***a (uh huuuuh!) Best believe it, I got that potion (that potion) Ya hear me on ya airwaves, causing some commotion! [Hook] [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] Tecca N9na the cleaner, bus' it like none other-can (cha!) "Mizery" n***as countrier than banjo and Sullivan (cha!) Salt and pepper beezys they see me and scream "what-a-man!" Never love her but-I-cut her, she stutter like du-dudda man?(cha!) Hang loose and gritted (cha!) (Robotic:) Strange Music did it! (cha!) Bang through the sh**ted With that Strange Music fitted Gangs swang to the critics (cha!) 'Mane when you get it It's gone cause Ninna and Stone dun shamed you and spit it I'm nasty (cha!). Wacky, s** in the back of the tour bus Saucy, bossy, ice and cognac in a Coors cup (cha!) Bianc's on my back cause I'm stacking E. Pluribus Juicy, won't open her mouth with me baby sure s**s! (cha! cha!) (yeah!) And if they beefin' it's never me (cha!) But-I-never-wanna-get-up-in-a face of-a-k**er cause y'all know my pedigree (cha!) I bus' for they puss and don't call me cousin, better let it be (cha!) You can find Stone, Tech N9ne along I-70, Midwest n***a! (cha!) [Hook] [Outro] Midwest Explosion ('splosion) [x5]