Dedicated to all the DJ's all the world, man One for the treble, two for the Come on Nina, let's rock this place
Tech's in the place, everybody get Punks cuff yo lady, can't nobody tame me me for keepin' her runny eyed rainy Ladies used to hate me, now they comin' out they
Girls on the jock, pocket full of Got a fat knots, gone squat Down, ducka ducka, down, down for the to be hot, but you flop When you to the top but you not, dwam
I ain't seen so much green Than I seen when my team hit the scene It be a dream, hit the stage, everybody holla Gettin' throwed, rippin' shows, 'fo a bigga'
Father, I don't wanna leave nobody to 'Cuz they greedy in the middle of I do best You finna' see me in the TV with a few We to bubble baby, get ya waterproof vest
Bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, bout ta' Bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, bout ta'
Bout ta' baby, bout ta' bubble baby Bout ta' bubble baby, we got ya And drinkin' and smokin' and humpin' and it And drinkin' and and humpin' and likin' it
Yo, get ya ID, passport, skippin' All around the world, busy with the hittin' We ain't for bustin' heads, yo we hate trippin' When we through rockin' the shows, man we 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 the beat and we leakin' No mercy for the that weep
On to the next, Minnesota to the Veterans, caravans, gettin' man the world in a day, off in LA Oklahoma, Dallas, City to the Bay
Everybody hyphy, the really like me Ill Bill got it where the East invites me Tech's in the air the mood really strikes me Hey, we bout ta' so embedded in your psyche
Bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, bout ta' Bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, ta' bubble
ta' bubble baby, bout ta' bubble baby Bout ta' bubble baby, we got ya And and smokin' and humpin' and likin' it And drinkin' and and humpin' and likin' it
Aye, B boys hit the flo' it Off in Jamaica let me see ya toe wit' it Clown and crump wit it, stomp wit' it At the set, make they double D's jump to this
House on the hill, tip drills Paul Wall said do me up a red grill Busta' Buss circlin' the 5-6 Forty water, he told me a lot in this business for
in Salt Lake City performin' for Mormons Out of they before the mornin', I'm charmin' Leavin' 'em torn, with the bull you get the horns Nina gets with a beauty best, armin'
Misery's behind me, labels tryin' to me too many who don't know just who the Tech N9ne be If she lookin' for somethin' with a future so City, Missouri is where she gon' find me
Bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, ta' bubble Bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, bout ta'
Bout ta' bubble, baby, ta' bubble, baby ta' bubble, baby we got ya lady And drinkin' and smokin' and and likin' it And drinkin' and smokin' and and likin' it
ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble Bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, ta' bubble
And drinkin' and smokin' and and likin' it (Bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble)