Dedicated to all the DJ's all the world, man One for the treble, two for the Come on Techa Nina, let's rock this
in the place, everybody get mainy Punks betta' cuff yo lady, nobody tame me Blame me for keepin' her eyed rainy Ladies used to hate me, now they comin' out they
Girls on the jock, pocket full of Got a fat knots, somethin' gone Down, ducka, down, down for the block? Tryin' to be hot, but you When you shot to the top but you not,
I never seen so much green Than when I seen when my hit the scene It must be a dream, hit the stage, holla throwed, rippin' shows, 'fo a bigga' dolla?
Father, I don't leave nobody to blessed they greedy in the middle of what I do best You finna' see me in the TV with a few We bout to baby, get ya waterproof vest
Bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, bout ta' Bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, ta' bubble
Bout ta' bubble baby, bout ta' bubble Bout ta' baby, we got ya lady And drinkin' and and humpin' and likin' it And drinkin' and smokin' and and likin' it
Yo, get ya ID, passport, skippin' All around the world, busy with the bass We ain't for bustin' heads, yo we hate trippin' we through rockin' the shows, man we chase kittens
J's on my feet, car of beat Trunk full of heat, in the seat Frown, you can us all clown in the street Gimme the beat and we No mercy for the that weep
On to the next, to the Netherlands Veterans, caravans, chedder man the world in a day, off in LA Oklahoma, Dallas, Kansas to the Bay
Everybody hyphy, the really like me Ill Bill got it the East Coast invites me in the air when the mood really strikes me Hey, we ta' bubble so embedded in your psyche
Bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, ta' bubble Bout ta' bubble, ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble
Bout ta' bubble baby, bout ta' baby Bout ta' bubble baby, we got ya And drinkin' and smokin' and humpin' and it And drinkin' and smokin' and humpin' and it
Aye, B boys hit the flo' it Off in Jamaica let me see ya heel toe it Clown and wit it, A-Town stomp wit' it At the set, jugglettes they double D's jump to this
House on the hill, hella tip Paul said he'd do me up a red grill Busta' Buss circlin' the 5-6 Forty water, he me a lot in this business for real
Stormin' in Lake City performin' for Mormons Out of garments before the mornin', I'm charmin' 'em torn, mess with the bull you get the horns Nina gets with a best, it's armin'
Misery's behind me, tryin' to sign me Ain't too many who don't just who the Tech N9ne be If she lookin' for with a future so shiny Kansas City, Missouri is where she gon' me
Bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, bout ta' Bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, ta' bubble
Bout ta' bubble, baby, ta' bubble, baby Bout ta' bubble, we got ya lady And and smokin' and humpin' and likin' it And and smokin' and humpin' and likin' it
Bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, ta' bubble Bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, ta' bubble
And and smokin' and humpin' and likin' it (Bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, ta' bubble)