Tech N9ne - You Feelin' Me lyrics

[Chorus: Bishop Young Don] Throw your hands in the air if you're feelin' me Keep 'em both right there if you're feelin' me If it ain't loud Nina, tell 'em turn it up Cause we all came to get f**ed up [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] Turn on the TV, What you see? Me! Repping Missouri, Bringing the fury on the TV and BET Kansas City Chief Bang this MC beat I'm bout to sell it, bout to relish and get this speech heat Kansas City Baby Where most of the homies are shady doing 180 tryna get to the old lady Cos' they creep where your moms at Seek where the bombs at Peeps making sleep on the seat where the time gap Bianc's get hifey when unleashing the psyche White t-shirt, red dickie neck and nikes Dont get it twisted Me and Fat T-Z and scritch-scratch from different sides But when home we kicks it Regime to the heart n***a Krizz Kaliko and Bishop together Haters shutting your liver Fat Tone man They mad cause we got our own thang Asking it maybe baby whats up with that dome game