Seven - Bout Ta' Bubble lyrics

[Intro: Tech N9ne & Krizz Kaliko] Dedicated to all the DJ's all over the world, man (One for the treble, two for the ba** Come on Tecca Nina, let's rock this place) [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] Tech's in the place, everybody get mainy Punks better cuff your lady, can't nobody tame me Blame me, for keepin' her runny eyed rainy Ladies used to hate me, now they comin' out they panties Girls on the jock (Check), pocket full of socks (Check) Got a fat knot (Check), somethin' gone squat (Yeah) Down, puttin' it down, down for the block? Tryin' to be hot, but you flop Wanna be shot to the top but you not DWAMN!!! I ain't never seen so much green Than when I seen when my team hit the scene It must be a dream, hit the stage, everybody holler Gettin' throwed, rippin' shows for a bigger dollar Father, I don't wanna leave nobody toothless Cause they greedy in the middle of what I do best You finna' to see me in the TV with a few guest We bout to bubble baby, get you waterproof vest [Hook: Tech N9ne & Krizz Kaliko] 'Bout to bubble, 'bout to bubble 'Bout to bubble, 'bout to bubble 'Bout to bubble, 'bout to bubble 'Bout to bubble, baby 'Bout to bubble, baby 'Bout to bubble, baby We got you, lady And drinkin' and smokin' And humpin' and likin' it And drinkin' and smokin' And humpin' and likin' it [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] Yo, get ya ID, pa**port, state skippin' All around the world, busy with the ba** hittin' We ain't come for bustin' heads, yeah we hate trippin' When we through rockin' the shows, man we chase kittens J's on my feet, car full of beats Trunk full of heat, Caribou in the seat Frown, you can make us all clown in the street Gimme the beat and you leakin' No mercy for the haters that weep On to the next, Minnesota to the Netherlands Veterans, caravans, gettin' cheddar, man Round the world in a day, off in LA Oklahoma, Dallas, Kansas City to the Bay Everybody hifey, the South really like me Ill Bill got it where the East Coast invites me Set's in the air, when the mood really strikes me Hey, we about to bubble, so embedded in your psyche [Hook] 'Bout to bubble, 'bout to bubble 'Bout to bubble, 'bout to bubble 'Bout to bubble, 'bout to bubble 'Bout to bubble, baby 'Bout to bubble, baby 'Bout to bubble, baby We got you, lady And drinkin' and smokin' And humpin' and likin' it And drinkin' and smokin' And humpin' and likin' it [Verse 3: Tech N9ne] Hey, B-boys hit the floor with it Off in Jamaica let me see ya heel toe with it Clown and crump with it, A-Town stomp with it At the set, jugglettes make they double D's jump to this House on the hill (Check), hella tip drills (Check) Paul Wall said he'd do me up a red grill (Yeah) Busta Bust circlin' the 5-6 'ville (Yes) 40 water, he told me a lot in this business for real Stormin', in Salt Lake City performin' for Mormans Out of their garments before the morning, I'm torment Leavin' 'em torn, mess with the bull you get the horns Nina gets with a beauty, that's disarming Misery's behind me, labels tryin' to sign me Ain't too many who don't know just who the Tech N9ne be Is she lookin' for somethin' with a future so shiny? Kansas City, Missouri is where she gone find me [Hook] 'Bout to bubble, 'bout to bubble 'Bout to bubble, 'bout to bubble 'Bout to bubble, 'bout to bubble 'Bout to bubble, baby 'Bout to bubble, baby 'Bout to bubble, baby We got you, lady And drinkin' and smokin' And humpin' and likin' it And drinkin' and smokin' And humpin' and likin' it [Outro: Krizz Kaliko] 'Bout to bubble, 'bout to bubble 'Bout to bubble, 'bout to bubble 'Bout to bubble, 'bout to bubble (And drinkin' and smokin') 'Bout to bubble, 'bout to bubble (And humpin' and likin' it) 'Bout to bubble, 'bout to bubble