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Hello ladies, here's the deal |
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Welcome to Tech N9ne's Tour Bus |
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Before you get on this bus |
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There's a couple rules you need to follow: |
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Leave all yo cell phones with me |
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There will be no Tweeting, no Facebooking |
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No playing the Play Station |
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No Instagram, no YouTubing |
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Whatever happens on this bus, stays on this bus |
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[Verse 1:] |
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Wassup? It's me, Caribou Lou again |
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(Tech N9ne!) Kansas City fucking hooligan |
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If you think you cool and true |
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Then doing the fool my friend |
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You'll begin boozing |
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And choosing women that we do and do again |
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Only if they hold us, the secrets they crossing over |
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The beaches and often go, where we eating we rock n rollers |
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Deep in the thoughts we go |
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But no Tweetin she lost her mobile |
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And geekin because we showed her |
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Freakin across the globe and the weekend |
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We often go to Colorado |
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All my soldiers got a bottle |
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And some hoes with a wobble from sticky dough's you hella bobble |
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Hand bitches they model |
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And let's kick it Colorado's |
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A red district full of brothels |
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And med fixes |
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Yo, we gotta hide just see |
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We get no privacy |
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Why, would she ride, with me |
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Tweet, and straight lie to me? |
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I don't know (what?) |
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Who, she sleeps with |
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But, all I know is |
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Don't, you, Tweet this |
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[Hook:] |
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Do what I told you, I told you I told you |
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(Don't Tweet this!) |
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Do what I told you, I told you I told you |
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(Don't Tweet this!) |
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[Verse 2:] |
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Baby I would hate to |
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Kick it and then erase ya |
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Cause you wanna go to |
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One of those social networks |
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And go state the |
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Facts about my nature |
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I gave to see you later |
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(Oooooh) this bitch is shakin the table |
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Pissed at me cause you wished it be |
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Listed with a Twit Pic sick at me |
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When ya missed it you scripted me |
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When I gotta move invisibly |
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You violate it, you fly away it |
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Simple cause I am stealth |
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Then formulate it, we tried to made it |
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Keep it to your damn self |
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Get our nudie on, quiet, we can truly bone |
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And I'll be pushing all yo buttons like movie phone |
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Act like you belong, creeping in my groovy home |
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Drinkin Bou-Lou we go all my groupies owned |
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Way of life, keep it neat trick |
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If you and the beast mix, you don't see shit |
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And you will get the least bit of resistance |
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We pick who we see fit, but yo |
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(Don't Tweet This) |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 3:] |
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Yeah, it is what it is baby |
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No I don't want a lot of is in my biz lady |
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Ugh. Crazy. Daily |
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[?] at my crib, save me |
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Dippin get me to drop some jizz on ya lid maybe |
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We in Canada partying like some animals |
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Even my tour manager know that Tweetin will vanish ya |
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Tweet the day I go and say my party wasn't amateur |
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Granted the lost camera was planted in tall canisters |
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Keys, you will receive, right when you leave |
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Please, drop to ya knees, ya cannot leave, not a thing |
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Put away ya phone, Yahtzee! |
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And don't be flickin like the fuckin paparazzi |
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We livin covert, Flava Flav know! |
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We let you see what we want to, and when we say so |
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(Monitor!) |
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Her Tweetin gossip is really out of her |
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That's why, I think I don't have that many followers! |
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[Hook x2] |