Tech N9ne - Bout Ta Bubble Lyrics

One For The Treble, Two For The Bass
Come On Tecca Nina Lets Rock This Place.
Tech's In The Place, Everybody Gettin Maynie
Punks Better cuff Your Lady Cant Nobody Tame Me
Blame Me for keepin her runny eyed rainy
Ladies Used To Hate Me, Now They Comin Out They Panties
Girls On The Jock, Pocket Full Of Socks
Gotta Phat Knock, Somethings Gonna Squat
Down (Scratching) Down Down For The Block
Trynna Be Hot But Ur Not
Gonna B Shot Through The Top But Ur Now Dwaaaam
I Aint Never Seen So Much Green
Then What 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 Dont Wanna Leave Nobody Toothless
Cuz They Greedy In The Middle Of What I Do Best
You Fynna See Me In The Tv With A Few Guests
We Bout To Bubble Baby Get Your Water Proof Vest

[Chorus:]
Bout Ta Bubble [x7]
Bout Ta Bubble Baby [x3]
We Calculatin
And Drinkin And Smokin And Humpin And Likin It [x2]

[Verse 2:]
Yo Get Your Id Passports Stage Skipin
All Around The World Beezy With The Bass Hittin
We Aint Come For Bustin Heads Yo We Hate Trippin
When We Through Rockin The Shows Man We Chase Kittens
Jays On My Feet, Car Full Of Beat
Trunk Full Of Heat,Carabou In The Seat
Frown you Can Make Us All Clown In The Street
Givin The Beat When We Leakin No Mercy For The Haters That Weep
On To The Next Minisota To The Netherlands
Veterans Caravans Gettin Chedder Man
Round The World In A Day Off In La
Oklahoma, Dallas, Kansas City To Tha Bay
Everybody Hyphy The South Really Like Me
Ill Bill Got It Where The East Coast Invites Me
Sets In The Air When The Mood Really Strikes Me
And We Bout To Bubble So Im Better Than Your Psycy

[Chorus:]
Bout Ta Bubble [x7]
Bout Ta Bubble Baby [x3]
We Calculatin
And Drinkin And Smokin And Humpin And Likin It [x2]

[Verse 3:]
B-Boys Hit The Flo Wit It
Off In Jamaca Let Me See You Heal Toe Wit It
Clown And Crunk Wit It
A-Town Stomp Wit It
At The Sets, Juggolettes Make They Double D's Jump To This
House On The Hill Get A Tipdrill
Paul Wall Said He'd Do Me Up A Red Grill
Bussa Bus circlin the 56 'ville
40 Water He Told Me A Lotta This Buisness For Real Stormin
In Salt Lake City Performin For Mormans
Outta They Gormins Before The Mornin
Im Chormin Leavin Them Torn Mess Wit The Bull You Get The Horns
Ninna Gets Wit A Beauty Thats Disarmin
Missorys Behind Me, Lables Trynna Sign Me
Aint Too Many Who Don't Know Just Who The Tech N9ne Be
If She Lookin For Somethin With A Future So Shiny
Kansas City Missouri Is Where She Gon' Find Me

[Chorus:]
Bout Ta Bubble [x7]
Bout Ta Bubble Baby [x3]
We Calculatin
And Drinkin And Smokin And Humpin And Likin It [x2]
Bout Ta Bubble [x7]
And Drinkin And Smokin And Humpin And Likin It