Dedicated to all the DJ's all the world, man One for the treble, two for the Come on Techa Nina, let's this place
Tech's in the place, everybody get Punks cuff yo lady, can't nobody tame me Blame me for her runny eyed rainy used to hate me, now they comin' out they panties
Girls on the jock, pocket of socks Got a fat knots, somethin' gone Down, ducka ducka, down, down for the to be hot, but you flop When you shot to the top but you not,
I ain't seen so much green when I seen when my team hit the scene It must be a dream, hit the stage, everybody Gettin' throwed, rippin' shows, 'fo a dolla?
Father, I don't leave nobody to blessed 'Cuz they greedy in the of what I do best You finna' see me in the TV a few guest We bout to baby, get ya waterproof vest
ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble Bout ta' bubble, ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble
Bout ta' bubble baby, bout ta' baby ta' bubble baby, we got ya lady And and smokin' and humpin' and likin' it And drinkin' and smokin' and humpin' and it
Yo, get ya ID, passport, state All around the world, busy with the bass We come 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 Gimme the beat and we No mercy for the haters that
On to the next, Minnesota to the Veterans, caravans, gettin' man 'Round the in a day, off in LA Oklahoma, Dallas, Kansas to the Bay
Everybody hyphy, the really like me Ill Bill got it where the Coast invites me in the air when the mood really strikes me Hey, we bout ta' bubble so embedded in your
Bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, ta' bubble Bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, ta' bubble
Bout ta' bubble baby, bout ta' bubble ta' bubble baby, we got ya lady And drinkin' and and humpin' and likin' it And drinkin' and smokin' and humpin' and it
Aye, B hit the flo' wit' it Off in let me see ya heel toe wit' it Clown and crump wit it, A-Town wit' it At the set, jugglettes make they D's jump to this
on the hill, hella tip drills Paul Wall he'd do me up a red grill Busta' Buss the 5-6 'ville 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 a beauty best, it's armin'
Misery's behind me, labels tryin' to me Ain't too who don't know just who the Tech N9ne be If she lookin' for somethin' a future so shiny Kansas City, is where she gon' find me
Bout ta' bubble, ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble
Bout ta' bubble, baby, bout ta' bubble, Bout ta' bubble, we got ya lady And drinkin' and smokin' and humpin' and it And drinkin' and and humpin' and likin' it
ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble Bout ta' bubble, ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble
And drinkin' and smokin' and and likin' it (Bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, ta' bubble)