Tech N9ne - Bout Ta' Bubble lyrics

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Tech N9ne - Bout Ta' Bubble lyrics

Dedicated to all the DJ's all over the world, man. (One for the trouble, two for the ba** Come on Tecca Nina, let's rock this place) Tech's in the place, everybody get mainy Punks betta cuff yo lady, can't nobody tame me Blame me, For keepin the runny eyed rainy Ladies used to hate me, now they comin out they panties Girls on the jock, pocket full of socks Got a fat knot, somethin gone squat Down(cd scratching) down for the block Tryin to be hot, but you flop, Wanna be shot, to the top, but you not... DWAM!!! 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 holla Gettin throwed, rippin shows,for a bigger dolla? Father, I don't want to leave nobody truthless Cuz 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 ya waterproof vest [Hook:] Bout ta Bubble [6x] Bout ta Bubble, Baby [3x] We got ya lady and drinkin and smokin and humpin and likin it [2x] Yo, get ya ID, pa**port, state skippin All around the world, beezy with the ba** hittin We ain't come for bustin heads, yo we hate trippin When we through rockin the shows, man we chase kittens J's on my feet, car full of beat, Trunk full of heat, Caribou in the seat Frown, you can make us all. Clown in the street Gimme the beat and we leakin No mercy for the haters that weep On to the next, Minnesota to the Netherlands Veterans, caravan, gettin chedder, man Round the world in a day, off in LA Oklahoma, Dallas, Kansas City to the Bay Everybody hyphy, the South really like me Ill Bill got it where the East Coast invite me Tech's in the air when the mood really strikes me Hey, we bout to bubble, so imbedded in your psyche [chorus] Hey, B-boys hit the flo' wit it Off in Jamaica let me see ya heel toe wit it Clown and crunk wit it, A-Town stomp wit it At the set, juggalettes make they double D's jump to this House on the hill, hella tip drills Paul Wall said he'd do me up a red grill Busta Bus circlin' the 5-6 ville Forty water, he told me a lot in this business for real Stormin. In Salt Lake City performin for Mormans Out of they garments before the mornin, I'm charmin Leavin em torn, mess with the bull you get the horns Nina gets with a beauty best, it's armin 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

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